Haha, I don't own Toy Story or any of its characters! This abomination was brought to you by a totally nonshipping fanart of TS3 Sid and Andy meeting and the myriad of gay fiction stories on ...Enjoy.

Andy cringed at the grungy apartment he'd just stepped into. It was so disgusting, even compared to his dorm room, where at least he and roommates washed dishes and sprayed Febreeze on stuff.

"What's that smell?" He ventured to ask.

"Oh, probably the burnt pizza from last night and some beer I spilled."

"SID, I'M GOING TO HURL."

"You pansy."

"I'm going to hurl and then freaking clean some of this pigsty up and then hurl some more."

"What are you, a gay neatfreak? You actually said "pigsty" I mean cummon man, you sound like some old granny."

"Shut up, I'm serious, and why do you have beer you're only nineteen, drinking age is 21!"

"What, you've never had any before? Jeez dude, you're so goody goody."

Andy had managed to clamber into the small kitchen behind the living room and had already thrown away the burnt pizza.

"You're helping. You're going to die of poison or something living like this."

Sid rolled his eyes as he set his car keys into a fishbowl of change and sticks of gum. He grabbed a garbage sack and started picking trash off the ground in the kitchen and living room, and pretended that he didn't notice Andy sneaking peeks at his ass each time he bent down to grab something. He grinned to himself and kept his face away from his old neighbor, excusing himself to throw the trash bag into the dumpster. He did his best to wipe the smirk off of his face before returning to his apartment, but when he opened the door he couldn't keep it away.

There stood Andy wearing an apron (where the hell did that come from?) scrubbing at dishes vigorously, and unknowingly making seemingly dryhumping motions against the counter. Sid wanted to grab him by the hips and start something right then and there, but then Andy turned around and with a confident smile said,

"Look, it's already fit for a hobo!"

"Hey, it was only meth lab grade before, lay off." He walked into the kitchen and chuckled but was met with a horror stricken Andy. "I'm kidding bro."

"…Just worried for a sec, that's all."

"It's alright. Yeah, I know I don't look upstanding or anything but I got morals too. And the floor DOES look a lot nicer than before." He leaned against the kitchen counter next to Andy and the sink, he'd probably regret it since the corners weren't rounded and dug into his skin. There was a bit of an embarrassed pause.

"When do you have to get back to your dorm?" Sid asked.

"Ah, uh, nmm, I've only got one class tomorrow. If I skip it then I don't really need to get back until Monday…" Andy tried to start washing another fork.

"Oh, you wanted to stay over all weekend?" Sid was surprised.

"Well only if it's okay, I mean, it's your place, you can kick me out whenever really, aha…" Andy tried to laugh the tension away.

"Eh, so that's why you're cleaning, so it doesn't kill you not me." Sid deadpanned. Andy cowered a little and rinsed off the fork.

"Fine, but where do you want to sleep? There's the floor, or couch, cuz I don't want to give up my bed."

"The couch would be alright, but can we, you know, clean it first? It more than kind of scares me, to be honest." Another brave laugh.

"Yeah, 'kay, you're lucky I have a vacuum somewhere here." Sid shrugged and went to a narrow hallway closet, pulling out a vacuum and accidentally knocking down a broom, mop, and a few other thudding objects onto the floor. "Gr-dmmit" he muttered through clenched teeth.

Andy wiped his hands off on the apron he'd donned and went over to take the vacuum from Sid.

"I'll clean the couch to my heart's content, so can you get clean sheets and a blanket?"

Sid and Andy's eyes met, in a diagonal incline and decline of their faces. Sid felt strangely aware of Andy's shortness.

"Sure." Sid grunted, taken aback by his sudden height difference revelation. He went to the closet in his bedroom to look for bedclothes and heard the vacuum turn on and what sounded like sand and debris getting sucked up into the tubing and ricocheting all the way down into the filter chamber. He felt embarrassed that Andy found everything to be so disgusting that he had to go around cleaning up like Mary Poppins or some homemaking Disney princess. He suddenly remembered when his younger sister Hanna had forced him to go see Princess and the Frog with her one Christmas, and cringed, although he probably could bet Andy saw it willingly with his younger sister. She'd only been a baby when they moved away, so he couldn't help but wonder how she'd turned out. Then he felt depressed because here he was, almost 20 and a good for nothing garbage man, and Andy an 18 year old freshman in college. It was an embarrassing flow of emotions, so he repressed them and found the extra clean set of bed sheets and coolly took them to the living room.

He literally stopped in his tracks to see a ton of junk shoved to one side of the room and the rest really clean looking and even clean feeling.

"Haha, it's like shoving everything under your bed but I think this works." Andy said, wiping some sweat off his forehead. He looked up at Sid proudly.

"Here ya go." Sid held up the sheets.

"Ah, thanks." Andy had already figured out that the couch was a normal couch, not one that folded out into a bed or anything, much to his disappointment, when he'd vacuumed the cushions and in-between the cracks.

"Actually, I think this is good enough for now, although I'm worried about your bathroom." Andy plopped down onto the couch, setting the sheets on an arm.

"Oh, generally it's the cleanest part of my apartment…" Sid trailed off.

"Hmm, well I'll see later." Andy leaned his head back and rubbed his temple tiredly. "I can't believe how tired I am, it's only 6."

"Hah, fatass." Sid teased. "What do you want for dinner? I got frozen pizza, hotpockets, cereal, beer, some milk, and bacon."

"Augh, you sound like a caveman. Haha. Could we make like, BLTs?"

"If you wanna go buy lettuce and tomatoes then okay."

"Ugh, no…not really…." Andy grimaced and looked towards the pile of junk he'd formed. He could hardly believe that he was in Sid's apartment of all places. They'd only happened to meet when Andy was taking out the trash late while visiting home from college. It had taken them a minute to figure out why each other had seemed so familiar but Sid's skull T-shirt in the end was what informed Andy. Sid had embarrassedly accepted Andy's re-introduction and invited him to a party later that week.

That had been just last month, and yesterday Sid invited Andy to hang out. Andy felt that he'd been too eager to say yes, and now here he sat, on Sid's grody couch having just cleaned his kitchen and living room to some extent.

Oh my gosh I must seem like SUCH a LOSER! He yelled in his mind. Then he felt Sid sit down next to him and turn on the TV.

"I need to return this tomorrow so I'm going to watch it now okay?" Sid nonchalantly said, not really asking for Andy's permission.

"Oh, what is it?" Andy half hoped for Inception, he hadn't seen it yet, pathetically enough.

"Porn." Sid mumbled, definitely avoiding any eye contact, but catching Andy's jaw go slack in shock anyway.