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i can’t be around you || anper

He came home three hours ago and found Harper sitting comfortably in his living room -- well, his parents living room. She does this all the time. It’s like she’s psychic or something. Harper seems to have a knack for appearing out of thin air every time he and Brianna get into a fight. 

And honestly, it only infuriates Andrew because he doesn’t want to talk about how Brianna once again decided to leave him high and dry.

Even so, Andrew makes Harper wait three hours until he reappears to the living room, with a towel around his waist - because obviously he needed a long hot shower (listening to T-Swift, probs) to cool his nerves. Seventeen year old boy for the win.

“God, you’re still here,” he mumbles, walking past her and he even reaches out to cover her eyes, “Stop staring at my hot body.”

He hears Harper gag out loud, “Please, hot bod my ass,” she replies, as he’s half-way to the kitchen, but he knows she’s up and following him. “Thomas Jay body is way hotter than yours,” she informs him, “And he let me stare at him all day today.”

All Andrew does is roll his eyes as he opens the fridge, mumbling to himself mocking words about Harper. 

By the time he turns around with the jug of milk in his hand, Harper is sitting at the counter table and he lets out a huff. “Making yourself at home, I see.”

“Always,” He watches as Harper even purposely snuggles into her seat. “So, you gonna tell me how she blew you off this time?” 

Andrew doesn't answer right away, he just reaches for a bowl and then walks to the pantry for the cereal. He’s stubborn enough to even walk up to the counter besides her, fill his bowl with milk and honey nut cheerios. Andrew only opens his mouth to speak when his mouth is full of food, obviously meaning she’ll understand zero of the things he’s say.

 “Ugh,” Harper let’s out, blowing air in his face, “I can’t be around you today. You’re so annoying.” She pushes her high chair back, “Don’t say I didn’t come by to check up on you.”

pipe the fuck down, asshole || zaly

Aly’s arms are tangled around Zane, her lips against his neck.

“Babe…” He mumbles, attempting to escape her grasp as gently as possible, “We’re back in our motel.” Zane is probably hoping his explanation will bring Aly to her senses but it’s of no use. She has a heavy dose of a magical mixture running through her veins.

“Greg?” She asks, lifting her head to get a better look of him, Aly’s hands slowly fall to his chest and she grips his shirt.

“No, it’s Zane,” he says, his voice low, warm, a l i v e.

Silence fills the room, “Aly, you shouldn’t have had that much…”

“I just wanted to see him,” she whimpers.

“I know,” he quickly says, letting out a sigh. His fingers reach her face and she feels him dry her eyes with his thumbs. “… But the lady said one would do it… You had five!”

Aly scoffs, Zane puts his hands over hers and there’s no energy, nothing that makes her blood run wild, no insane urge to kiss him… Like she had felt so many times with Greg. If Zane left her, she wouldn’t feel like something was ripped from her soul. The stillness of no energy erupting from Zane only seems to ground her, clear her thoughts and mind. 

“I’m fine, Zane,” she says defensively.

“Sure,” he replies, lightly teasing her, “I guess I didn’t need to carry you back after all.” He pitches her nose playfully. 

“No, I could have done it all by myself, thank you,” Aly says this only because she knows it’ll rile him up.

“On yeah? You couldn’t even walk, Aly.” His voice is seriously, but she feels herself smile. “I basically threw you over my shoulder and brought you back,” As Zane speaks, and with each syllable his voice gets a little louder. “To this crabby motel in the middle of nowhere just so that you can find some crazy old lady to give you weird magic juice to –”