Okay. Like I've said, I don't really ship this pairing. Warren's an ass and Andrew deserves far better (me Anya). But, right now, i'm rather drawn to writing these guys. Maybe it's because they're the only gay *couple* and even then it was only implied. Whatever. Let's just do this. Also, the rating WILL go up to M later on. I know that much.
The Goal: Get Andrew to fall in love with you. The Obstacle: Andrew's not out yet, even to himself, and there's a goddess about to destroy Sunnydale. The Solution: Take him on a road trip.
Prologue
"We have to get out of here," I say. "As soon as I get Spike his robot girl, we're going on a roadtrip,"
"Why?" Andrew asks.
"Let's see. I'm building a Buffybot and if Buffy finds out she's murder me, a hell goddess or something is making people crazy, need I go on?"
"True, true," Andrew says.
"Pack your stuff and wait in the van. Spike will be here in half an hour or so, so we'll leave after I make the drop off," I say.
"Wait, why are you taking me?" Andrew asks.
"You're my friend, dude. I've been letting you crash here for a few days, so why not?"
"I know, but, living in a van and all. Seems a bit sudden,"
"If we stay, we could die. Get ready to go,"
Andrew nods and runs to his room.
After Spike gets his bot, I run. I hop into the driver's seat in the van.
"You ready?" I ask, sticking my keys in the ignition.
"Yeah," Andrew nods.
I take a deep breath and start driving.
Chapter 1:
We pass the welcome to Sunnydale sign.
"So, where are we going, anyway?" Andrew asks.
"Dunno yet," I say. "Wanna go through LA? Do something cool?"
"Sure. What's there to do?" Andrew says.
"Not sure, actually. Let's just drive until we see something cool," I shrug.
"Wait, I packed swimsuits. Wanna hit the beach?" Andrew asks excitedly.
"Andrew, we're nerds," I laugh.
"So? I haven't been to the beach in a while," Andrew says. "I actually like the beach,"
"You know what? Let's do it," I say.
"Hey, how long is this trip anyway? A few days?"
"Until it's safe in Sunnydale," I say. "Could be a while before impending doom ends,"
"Yeah, true," Andrew says. "What kind of music you like?"
"Meh. Anything but country," I shrug.
"Good," Andrew says, turning on the radio to the poppiest pop station and starts singing along.
I forgot to mention I hate pop. But, he's into it. I have to get him to fall in love with me, because, you know, I need someone to help me take over Sunnydale and all. And he's smart, and even though annoying, he gets the nerd stuff.
As we approach LA, we get stuck in traffic.
"Oh, bananas," Andrew groans. "I'm gonna take a nap,"
"Go ahead," I sigh.
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"Hey, we're here," I say, nudging Andrew on his shoulder.
"Where?" He yawns, rubbing his eyes.
"Venice Beach, dummy," I laugh. "We should probably get changed into swimsuits then,"
"Where, though?" He asks.
"Back of the van," I say, climbing between the seats and searching my stuff until I found my swimsuit.
"Like, together?" Andrew says, face turning a slight shade of pink.
"Relax, I won't look if you don't want me to," I say. "And the windows are tinted, so no one will see us,"
"Okay, I guess," He says, joining me in the back.
We face away from each other and change into our swim trunks.
"Wait, hold on," Andrew says, grabbing something from his box of stuff. He puts it to his lips and starts blowing, and I realize what it is.
"Andrew, is that an inner tube?" I ask hesitantly.
"Yeah," He says.
"Dude. You turned 18 a few days ago. You are an adult,"
"So," Andrew shrugs. "What's the point of growing up if you can't be childish sometimes?"
"Stop quoting Doctor Who and hurry up," I say, lightly swatting his head.
He finishes inflating the tube and we're about to go when he grabs something else. "Sunscreen,"
"Good call," I say as we exit the van.
"Hey, umm, this may seem weird, but, umm, can you help me put the sunscreen on my back? I'll help with yours," Andrew asks, face turning pink again.
"Sure," I say. Wow, he's not making this hard at all.
He hands me the sunscreen and turns his back to me. I start rubbing it on him, and he complains about how cold it is. But when I get to his shoulders and massage it in, he moans slightly in pleasure.
"You like that?" I whisper in his ear, making sure the tone is as flirty as possible.
"I mean, umm, uhh," Andrew says, flustered. "I was moaning because it was, you know, cold,"
I chuckle and pull away. "Alright, my turn," I say, giving him the sunscreen and turning away from him, resting my hands on the back of my head.
When he puts the stuff on, I can feel his hands shaking a bit. They linger ever so slightly longer on my lower back.
After he finishes, we put the rest of our sunscreen on ourselves.
We then grab our towels and find a spot on the beach.
As soon as his towel hits the ground, he runs into the ocean with his inner tube on him, bumping into multiple people on his way. He leaps in and starts flailing happily like an idiot.
This is the guy I'm trying to get to fall in love with me.
Sighing, I walk up to the edge of the waves, letting my feet squish in between the wet sand. It's been awhile since I've done this, it really has.
A wave licks at my feet and ankles.
"Warren!" Andrew yells, running up to me. "You gonna swim?"
"Maybe," I say.
"Come on, then!" He grins, grabbing me by my upper arm and dragging me with him into the ocean. He swims out with me until neither of us can stand, and I grab onto the inner tube.
"Mind if I hold onto this for a bit?" I ask.
"Why, can you swim?" He asks.
"I can, it's just, well, been a while. Plus, I'm feeling lazy," I say.
"Fair enough. I'll allow it," Andrew grins.
To be honest, he looks kind of cute when he's acting like a kid, only his upper chest, shoulders, and head above the water.
I rest my arms on the tube, grabbing onto one of the handles facing his face with both hands, and relax. The waves are gentle, so the sway is relaxing.
"I am so glad we came here," Andrew says.
"Same here," I sigh contentedly.
"After this, where should we go?" Andrew asks.
"We find a place to park and eat and sleep," I say. "But let's just relax for a bit,"
"Relaxing is boring, though," Andrew sighs.
"Do you even know what relaxing is?" I chuckle.
"It's sitting around and not doing things," Andrew says.
"Exactly. You don't have to worry about stuff,"
"But, like, I can't sit still and calm down,"
"Dude," I say, resting one of my hands on his. His face flushes "We're at the beach, floating with an inner tube, chilling. You can't say this isn't great,"
"Hehe, I guess not," He says.
A wave hits us harder than they have been, and since I wasn't holding on tightly, I get pushed away from the tube. At least I almost do, until Andrew grabs my hands and pulls me back.
Our faces end up rather close, and this would be the perfect time to kiss him. But I don't want to scare him off yet, so I flash a flirty smirk instead.
"God, you're cute," Andrew mutters before clapping his hands awkwardly on his mouth as another wave rolls by.
"Shut up, baby, I know it," I laugh.
"Baby?" Andrew asks.
"Dude, I feel like I should mention you're cute too," I grin.
"I, I am?" Andrew gasps.
"Yes, dude, you are," I laugh.
"Thanks, umm, uhh," Andrew says.
"Hey. Chill," I say. "You act like no one's said that before,"
"No one has," Andrew shrugs.
"How?" I grin. "You're fucking adorable,"
"What kind of adorable?"
I don't know exactly how to respond, so I smirk. I mean, he's cute. Like a puppy dog. Not exactly the kind of cute like the girl with the giant bazoombas floating a few feet away from us.
Andrew's face turns a very bright pink.
"You wanna go get something to eat?" I ask. "The sun's setting in an hour or two,"
"Umm, sure," Andrew says. "Where?"
"Fast food place, I guess," I say, grabbing the tube and starting to swim to land.
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"Do you sleep with music on?" He asks.
We've parked in a tucked away alley where we won't be seen. We've also changed into more comfortable clothes and eaten at this point.
"Nope,"
"Do you need heat or cold to sleep?"
"Cold," I say.
"Oh, I need to be all warm and stuff," Andrew says.
"Use blankets," I shrug.
"But, well, you'll need some too,"
"I only need one," I say. "A sheet, really. Take the rest,"
"Really?" Andrew asks, eyes lighting up like a kid's.
"Have at it," I chuckle.
"Also, how about pillows?"
"One of the thick ones should be enough for me," I shrug.
"I'll take the rest, then," Andrew says, lowering his seat back so it's laying down.
"Go for it," I say, lowering mine as well.
He tosses a pillow and blanket at me playfully and hogs all the rest.
"You know," He says, laying back. "We should trick out this van to be, like, awesome,"
"Yeah, we should sometime," I yawn, also laying back. "Now go to sleep,"
"Fine, fine. Night, Warren," Andrew says, rolling to face me.
"Night, Andrew," I say, facing him for a moment before he faces straight up again, somehow shyly.
He falls asleep rather quickly and rolls in his sleep to face me again.
You know, when he's asleep and not talking, he's actually really adorable. The way only his head is peeking out under the mountain of blankets.
Sighing, I try and sleep too.