I want to thank you all for reviewing/favorite-ing my other story, Back to You. This is the sequel. And I tried to explain it to Jen, you know, what happens, and she got confused. So I'm hoping you'll understand, considering it won't be all, never mind. Anyways, I had no idea what to call this. At all. But I decided on the title quickly so I could start writing.
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After Burn
Andy was interrupted when the phone made a shrill ring. Andy sighed, looking at Molly, stood up and made her way to the counter where her phone sat. She inspected the caller ID, the number unrecognizable, picked it up, and pressed talk.
"Hello?" Andy picked up a dog toy, ready to pass it to Molly. She whined, backing up excitably.
"Hi, is Andy there?" Andy knew the voice, it was familiar. She just didn't know who it was. She glanced over at Molly, who was swinging her head wildly, fuzzy toy in mouth.
"Speaking," she said, warily. She was really tempted to just hang up and call Sam. But for all she knew, her dad could've been hurt and some random stranger was calling to inform her. But the voice was familiar.
"Oh, hi Andy. Remember me?" the voice asked. It was very deep, but it was rough. It sent shivers down her spine, but not in the same way Sam's voice did. Andy shook her head, before realizing the man couldn't see her.
"N-no." she answered, putting the phone on the counter, clicking speaker. She reached for the fridge, pouring herself some wine to calm her nerves.
"It's me, Ands. Kevin, remember?" Andy's heart stopped beating, her hand covering her mouth in a silent gasp. Molly, upon hearing Kevin's voice, jumped up. Thinking someone was there, she ran to the door, barking. The sound of her rough voice and nails scraping on the hardwood snapped her out of her terror. She cleared her throat, downing the rest of her wine before answering.
"Oh, hi, Kevin. Uh, not to sound rude, but why are you- Molly! Stop that, no one's there!" Andy yelled, Molly running back towards her. "Why are you calling?"
"You have a dog? Cool, you know, I've always liked do-"
"Why are you calling?"
"I can't tell you now, meet me at the park tomorrow, at three?" he sounded hopeful, and Andy being Andy, couldn't help but say yes.
"Okay," she agreed. What Sam didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and besides, he was at Sara's for a week.
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Andy sat up, disoriented. She looked around the bedroom, wincing as the light from the sun burned her eyes. She pulled the sheets tighter around herself, smiling softly. She reached her hand to the side, only to find cold sheets. And she felt herself begin to panic. Her heartbeat sped up, her forehead began to sweat, and she felt the need to scream.
It was just another morning for her. She knew Sam usually woke up before her, so he was either running Molly, or somewhere in the house. But after being kidnapped, she felt as though she was back to the day when she got the call. When she entered Sam's house to find a beaten Molly and missing Sam.
Andy took another deep breath, letting the air slowly escape from her lungs. She could hear Sam, and it sounded like he was by the front of the house. Maybe he just got back from the run, and he's talking to Molly. She sighed, reaching down to grab Sam's discarded shirt. Pulling it over her head, she threw her legs over the side of the bed, standing up.
As Andy began to make her way down the hall, she could hear the voices become louder and clearer. She could hear Sam raise his voice a bit, and she realized that he wasn't talking to Molly. There was someone else. And it was female.
"Look, I love you, but I have Andy now. And I can't just leave her, I can't." she heard Sam say, she quickened her pace. She leaned her back against the wall, the small one that jutted out of the hall, blocking her view from the entrance way. She held her breath, hoping they wouldn't notice she was there. She only heard a frustrated sigh. Andy sucked in a breath, and rounded the corner, surprising Sam, who smiled warmly. His eyes darting between the two women.
Andy's eyes focused on her. Her hair was perfectly straight, a dark brown, almost black. Her smile was warm and she had killer dimples. Her eyes were dark brown, like Sam's. Her face was familiar, Andy remembered she had something to do with Sam.
"Andy, hey," Sam greeted, pressing a kiss to her hair. Andy eyed him, smiling tightly.
"Hi, so, are you going to introduce me?" Andy asked, her voice a bit too high for her liken.
"Oh, right, sorry. Andy, this is Sara. Sara, this is Andy." Andy felt like a thousand pound man was just lifted off her chest. It's just Sara, no big deal. Wait, it's Sara, Sam's family. This is a big deal!
"Uh, right. Well, I'm sorry I'm not dressed for the occasion," Andy apologized, chuckling lightly. Sara smiled, extending her hand. Andy shook it, hoping she didn't feel it shake.
"Hi, Andy, nice to meet you. I was hoping to steal my brother away for a bit," she said sweetly. Her voice was soft and smooth, as was her pale skin.
"Okay, but, uh, how long is a bit?" she asked, a tight smile still on her face.
"A week. And I'm sorry for such short notice, but Kibbles' had her puppies and I need his help," she explained. Sam nodded, understanding. Andy, on the other hand, did not.
"Kibbles?"
"The dog I'm fostering. Really sweet girl, and I need Sam's help with the puppies."
"Yeah, Sara, I'd love to help but Molly doesn't like other dogs," Sam excused, eyes hooked on Andy's. Andy nodded, agreeing. Though her time here was only a month, she had noticed that Molly only liked certain dogs.
"Well," Sara started, an idea popping into her head, "Why doesn't Andy stay here and take care of Molly, while you go with me?"
Sam shook his head, but Andy could see that he wanted to go. She turned her head to look at Molly, who was passed out on her back, snoring loudly.
"Sam, you should go. I'll be fine with Molly, besides, it's only a week, and you can call and talk to us every day," Andy said, trying to sound convincing. Sara nodded in agreement. Sam looked between the two.
"Fine," he sighed, "I'll go. But for one week. And I'm calling every day, once in the morning, and at night. When are we leaving?" he asked, turning to his sister. He wrapped an arm around Andy's waist, pulling her to his side. He grabbed her hand in hand, his eyes briefly looking into hers.
"Tonight, around 7. I want to go around town to look at some stuff, Dan wants some more food. Anyways, that should give you time to pack and say good-bye," she smiled. Sam nodded, telling her that he'd see her later. With a pat to Molly's head, a 'nice to meet you, Andy', and a hug from her brother, Sara was gone.
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"You're old," Andy commented when Sam groaned, yet again, when he went to pull his suitcase out of the closet. And sat, crossed-legged, on the bed, Molly sitting next to her. Sam just glared at her, turning to face the closet.
"I'm not that old," he answered sharply. Andy laughed and stood up. She walked over to stand behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Sam stood up, sighing, grabbing her wrist. Andy kissed her shoulder, rubbing her nose in his shirt, inhaling his scent.
"I love you," she whispered. She could practically hear Sam smile. He turned around, kissed her on the lips, before resting his chin on her head.
"I love you, too."
"Enough to tell me how old you are?" Sam pulled back, mouth agape. She only laughed, kissing his quickly, before attempting to stare him down. She failed miserably when his hands grabbed her waist, tickling her. They fell on the bed, laughing and screaming, Molly barking. It wasn't until Molly had wedged herself between them that Sam stopped his assault.
"Promise not to laugh?" Sam asked, doubting her answer would be truthful. Andy nodded. Just what I thought, liar.
Sam made a mumble, something Andy didn't catch. She cupped a hand around her ear, mockingly. Sam just growled, but lived up to his promise.
"Forty," he finally admitted. He waited for Andy to start laughing, and it didn't take long. Andy started giggling, but stopped right away. Sam just glared.
"Don't worry, Sammy," she patted his cheek with her hand, kissing him, "You're not old. That old, I should say. I mean, you're only 13 years older. And besides, I always had a thing for older men," she whispered. Sam laughed, kissing her soundly.
A knock at the door broke them apart, Molly's active barking making Andy laugh. Sam sighed, getting up, grabbing his suitcase, giving a big pull. It came out, almost making Sam fall over. Andy just laughed, going to get the door.
"Hi," she greeted when she seen Sara on the other side. Sara waved, poking her head in to look for her brother. "He's still packing. Come on in."
Sara nodded, following Andy to the kitchen. She declined Andy's offer for a drink, instead opting for giving Molly a hug. They made small talk until Sam appeared, suitcase in hand. Sara nodded, giving her brother some time to say good-bye. She excused herself, claiming to be going to the car.
Sam stood in front of Andy, his hands on her hips. He looked deeply into her eyes. He kissed her soundly, knowing it'd have to keep him going through the week. He pulled back, brushing his nose against hers. She smiled softly, biting her lip.
"You know what to do with Molly, but I left a note just in case. You have permission to use my truck to take Molly to the park. Don't ruin my truck. Poker night is Thursday, I'm not sure if you want to go, but I think Nash is going. So if you do go, win us some money," he chuckled. Andy nodded, her eyes suddenly stinging with tears. It's only a week, she reminded herself.
Sam, of course, noticed. His hand caressed her cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen. He kissed her again, moving, with what looked to be great difficulty, to the door. Andy followed, sniffing. Sam turned around, kneeling on the ground. Molly ran up, letting Sam hug her. He rubbed his nose in her fur, whispering to her, before standing up.
"I'm going to miss you, Andy." He looked into her eyes, pressing one last kiss to her lips. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she whispered, her voice breaking. She swallowed. It felt as if he was leaving forever, instead of a week. Sam turned around, and closed the door.
Andy waited until the car was out of the drive way and down the street before walking to the living room. She collapsed on to the couch, Molly quickly joining her. She sat between Andy and the back of the couch, her head on Andy's lap. Andy sighed, turned on the TV, and cuddled with Molly.
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So, I hoped you liked it! I did! Oh, so very much! Anyways, I really want you guys to review, like, really want you to! So review, please. And I'm going to add a couple of more characters, one of which is a new addition to Sam, Andy, and Molly's family. Can you guess what/who?