andy

henry: you haven't seen my backpack anywhere, have you?

henry: blue one with my name written on the inside side of the right strap?

henry: i should know better than to leave my stuff around but i left it in the kitchen for 30 seconds and now its not there and i can't find it

andy: i haven't - i'm sorry :(

nico: ill accept that

nico: besides, why are u doing drugs anyway?

nico: they suck

andy: i wouldn't be that dramatic about it

wyatt: uh, what?

wyatt: no, no, no

wyatt: we need to discuss this now.

“I used to eat an excess amount of sugar, all that sweetness had to go somewhere.” She joked, the words coming out almost practice, due to the sheer amount of times she’d made the joke - and yet, it had never gotten any funnier. Despite wanting to question where Andy had been going with the point, she simply chuckled at the next words. “Sorta. I can’t drive so more like…. the mom friend, who’ll order the uber and be dropped off last to make sure everyone else is okay. And give out baked goods, because who in their right mind turns down baked goods?” 

“oh, sheesh,” andy rolls her eyes playfully. “that was lame, kid.” she then chuckles softly. “hmm...sounds too good to be true,” she teases. was she an angel on earth or something? andy had seriously never met someone who cares this much before. or was this selfless. huh. interesting.

“yeah… you tend to get a shit ton of more liquor since the upperclassmen are legal and they purchase far too much for a ‘small get together,’ but other than that. they’re generally the same– expect no one is complaining about their parents.” she mused softly while aimlessly tracing around her hoop earrings. “they always do. do you know how much gossip i hear ‘bout here while getting gas? it’s insane. i swear, people are either overshares or nosy– i’d say i’m nosy. i want to be informed of what happens in my hometown.”

andy laughs softly. “you got that right.” she’s distracted slightly by the girl tracing her earrings, so it takes her a moment longer than she usually would to reply. “i know -- just the other day i overheard this saucy story about these people who share an apartment below an old couple that constantly has sex.” she shivers at the thought. “on one hand, ew. but on the other hand -- i mean, good for them?” she laughs again, shaking her head at the thought. “i’m the same way. call me nosy, but i prefer the term ‘informed’.” 

“not the kind of drama worth noting.” aviva shrugs ; she wasn’t into the party scene, and the smell of the cigarette makes her stomach churn. “i was,” another shrug as if were no big deal ( because it isn’t ). “though i couldn’t tell you what happened. spent the night making sure nobody died. the only thing that did was some relationships, apparently.”

“i see, i see,” andy answers, eyebrows furrowed slightly but nodding nevertheless. she then takes another puff from her cigarette and exhales in the opposite direction of aviva, so as not to disturb her. andy could be inconsiderate, but she wasn’t going to blow smoke in someone’s face. “hmm,” she hums. “interesting. i wonder which ones.”

“ unfortunately, i was gone too. i had a competition last week so i was in canada. “ the blonde sighed. she had really wished she would have been able to be around for halloween, but skating was always more important to her. “ have you gotten anything from anybody, though ?? i wanna catch up too !!”

“ah, i see,” the brunette responds with a nod of her head. “how’d you do?” andy then shrugs. “the only thing i’ve heard so far is that there was a fight and relationship drama. so...nothing much out of the norm.” she chuckles.