a/n: i know, i know, it's not the best. but anyway, here it goes. enjoy.


Andy lies in bed, her eyes glued to the ceiling above her with her mind on one person. She thinks about his dimples and the little lines that form around his eyes when he smiles. She thinks about running her hands over his broad chest and being in his arms.

For once, she doesn't deny what she feels for him.

The brunette wonders what he's doing at four in the morning and yearns to be next to him. Too bad, she tells herself. Someone else was in those strong arms of his now. Memories of the pair flash in her mind and a smile creeps onto her face, her eyes closing in joy.

Andy's not afraid to say it – she misses him.

She misses the looks he would send her when he gets coffee or the little post-it notes he would leave around the house when they lived together. Letting go of him wasn't easy for Andy and she never did completely let go.

But she knows something is still there.

Andy lets her mind wander to the long looks she'd shared with Sam and the accidental brushing of hands when they were in each other's company. She laughs.

He still loves her, she knows it.

She doesn't know if it's the alcohol coursing through her veins from her night out with Traci or if she's just really, really missing him. Her head feels light and a smile coming from nowhere slips onto her face.

So she gives into her desires of seeing him and grabs her car keys, not caring about her hair, breath or rent she has to pay tomorrow and drives. Andy tries to find a parking space near his apartment complex and stops to wonder how she made it all the way there.

Obviously, getting a DUI is out of her mind while she finds an empty spot.

Trying not to fall on the ground beneath her and ignore the feeling of nausea climbing up her esophagus, she walks toward his door with one thing in her mind. Getting him back.

She knocks two times before the door opens, a sleepy looking Sam gazing at her through half-opened eyes. She kisses him because it's the only thing she can do now, she wants to feel wanted. Unfortunately, Sam catches onto her excessive grabbing of his very, very sensitive part and stops.

"Are you drunk?" Andy checks her breath and shrugs.

She captures his lips again, vowing herself to never let go. Sadly, it doesn't go that way and once more Sam pulls back with a pouty Andy in his hands.

"I..I can't do this, not again. Not with you." He whispers, mere inches away from her inviting lips.

Tears well in her eyes and she contemplates slapping him or just running out. For once tonight, she feels something. She feels like a fool in front of him and as he hugs her, her body feels numb.

Andy closes her eyes and lets the tears fall; he doesn't want her anymore.

Maybe he never did in the first place, she thinks.

She ignores his pleads of forgiveness as she walks out to her car, tears rolling down her face and her body shakes uncontrollably. She doesn't blame it on the alcohol as she somehow makes it home, knowing at least her bed would always guarantee her open arms.

She's not crying anymore but her body still feels numb and she lets sleep consume her, hoping she has some aspirin in the medicine cabinet when she wakes up.

The feeling of being a fool never goes away, her heart numb and beating dangerously fast as she dreams of anything but Sam and Marlo.