It Takes 1 Week to Find Love – Mirandy:
Andy could feel the warmth emitting from the body next to her. She could also feel the sense of peace within herself. She glanced over at the clock on the bed side cabinet of their room, squinting slightly as the numbers were the only source of light in the room. She felt the person next to her stir; she could hear her breathing become louder and she glanced at her ... Miranda. The blue crystals glistened, even in the dark. She could see the corners of her mouth curl and Andy smiled back. She instantly remembered the week they became one. She remembered it vividly, the moment when her whole life fell into place. The moment when unrequited love wasn't quite unrequited any more.
Day 1 – Meeting Up:
Andy rolled out of her bed in a dismal mood. She now had her 'dream job', she did like it, but it wasn't as glorious she expected. She wanted Politics and World News; however, Greg failed to see the potential she had to be the greatest reporter The New York Mirror had ever employed. She was sent to cover stories which involved local strikes, which was boarder line Politics in a way, but not the Politics she wanted. Not only job was a letdown, her love life wasn't exactly – successful. Andy had tried dating, but she simply couldn't banish the way she felt about Miranda. It had been a year since the fateful day when she walked away. It still haunted her, the moment when she stepped out of the car and threw her phone into the fountain. "Why did I do that?" Andy sighed to herself.
She stood in her dark, dingy apartment and rubbed her eyes until they came into focus. With a groan she plodded into the bathroom. As she entered the bathroom she looked at the dirty tiles on the floor and the wallpaper that was a dark green colour. "This apartment is in need of a good clean out." She thought to herself whilst turning the water on. "It also needs a lick of paint." She took her clothes off and stepped into the shower. She could feel the warmish water running down her body. She could feel the drops individually make their escape from the shower head. She closed her eyes and she imagined the water warm as it made its journey. She imagined the bathroom being bright and vibrant and a window that let the sunlight in and highlight various paintings on the wall. Andy then imagined a pair of small, soft hands rubbing soap onto her back. The soothing the motions as they massaged the tense muscles in her body. The motion stopped and she could feel the body lean into hers and the familiar voice from her dreams spoke to her, whispering sensual commands into Andy's ear. "Let go Andrea, you know you want to." Andy's breath caught at the emphasis on the 'e' in her name and she leant back into the body behind her, only for her body to go crashing to the floor. She groaned, stood up and turned the water off.
When Andy was dressed she looked at the clock and she knew she had a little extra time this morning. She decided to check her e-mail for any new stories that she could write. Andy saw that she had a new e-mail from Nigel, he was the only person who she had stayed in contact with after leaving Runway and he kept her updated on Miranda and the Twins. He was also the only person who knew about Andy's feelings for Miranda and also he was the only one who knew about Miranda's feelings for Andy. However, he was sworn to secrecy by both of them so he couldn't let on that the other woman felt the same. Andy opened the e-mail and read it.
Hi Six,
Fancy meeting for drinks tonight at 8pm? I've got a lot to tell you about Runway and Miranda, she's been acting pretty weird recently. Anyway, if you fancy it drop us a text or ring me. We are in need of a good catch-up.
Love ya!
Nige. X
Since Nate left Andy hadn't really spoke to Lily or Doug, they insist that they hadn't fallen out with her but her instinct told her different. She didn't really understand why they took Nate's side because he was worse through the break up. He would come home drunk and accuse Andy of cheating on him with Miranda. It got to the point where Andy was seriously considering moving back to Ohio. She decided different and they sat down and talked, when Nate was sober. They both came to the conclusion that they should break up and since Nate was moving to Boston Andy got to keep the dingy apartment. Although she was struggling paying the rent it was close to work and close to ... Miranda. Andy glanced at her watch and realised that she needed to leave now. She shut down her laptop and took a quick swig of her cold coffee and left the apartment.
As she walked to the subway Andy took out her phone and dialled Nigel's number.
"Hello Six!" Came a pleased voice from the speaker in the phone.
"Hi Nige, I'm just ringing to say that I'd love to have drinks with you on Friday" Andy smiled as she spoke into the phone.
"Oh great! Is it okay if Emily and Serena tag along, I'm tryna match them up and I think this could be the final move." She could hear the amusement drain out of Nigel's voice and she knew immediately who had just walked into the room.
"Nigel, could I have a word in my office please?" The ice from the voice travelled through the phone and Andy shivered.
"Six, I have to go now. I'll text you later with the place." He whispered into the phone and she heard the sound of Miranda's shoes on the marble floor and life finally fed back into the room.
"Okay Nigel, speak soon." And the call ended. Andy laughed at the thought of fully grown adults being terrified of a woman, but then she remembered who that woman was – The Miranda Priestly.
Andy was sat at her desk in the office when her computer signalled she had a new e-mail. When she opened up her inbox and she noticed that the new e-mail was from Nigel. However, instead of the subject being blank as it usually was it had 'URGENT!' in it. Andy's heart began to race and she started to panic because she was unsure what Nigel needed so badly. She finally gathered up the courage and opened the e-mail. It read...
SIX!
OH MY GOD! MIRANDA HAS JUST INFORMED ME THAT SHE WOULD LIKE TO ATTEND WITH US ON OUR OUTING ON TONIGHT. I OBVIOUSLY COULDN'T SAY NO BECAUSE IT'S MIRANDA FREAKIN' PRIESTLEY. I UNDERSTAND IF YOU WANT TO CANCEL, BUT I THINK MIRANDA IS COMING BECAUSE OF YOU. I MENTIONED THAT YOU WERE THE ONE I WAS SPEAKING TO ON THE PHONE AND SHE INSISTED THAT SHE WAS TO ATTEND THIS OUTING AS THERE IS SOMETHING SHE NEEDS TO SORT OUT WITH YOU. GOTTA GO! GOOD LUCK SIX, LOVE YAH!
NIGEL. X
Andy certainly began to panic; she didn't know what Miranda 'needs to sort out'. They haven't spoken in almost a year, what does she need to speak to Andy about? Andy started to run conversations with Nigel through her head, "what if he's told her how I feel?" Andy started to hyperventilate in the office and Greg came outside and ordered her to go home.
"Andy you need to go home, you're very pale. Have you eaten anything?" Andy shook her head negatively.
"Right go home, get some rest and I'll get someone to check in on you later." Greg didn't wait for a reply and walked off. Andy gathered her things and went home.
Staying at home did Andy no good because it just gave her time to dwell on tonight's activities. She lied in her bed and thought about Nigel's e-mail. She really wanted to meet up with her good friend and Emily and Serena, but she wasn't so keen on the idea of Miranda showing up. Actually, she couldn't imagine Miranda in a bar at all. What would she drink? What would she wear? Surely she wouldn't wear something really expensive. Would she? Andy stood up from the bed and decided she needed to look for something to wear.
Later that evening after receiving a text from Nigel informing Andy of which bar they were going to Andy decided to get ready. She had chosen a little black dress to wear. It wasn't too over the top, but it was classy enough to sit next to Miranda in a bar. Her hair was down and had large waves in it and she wore little make-up. She heard the cab beeping its horn outside and she grabbed her purse and went out.
In the cab Andy's heart started to race again and she could feel the sweat gathering on the bottom of her back. Her hands were clammy and sticky. She thought she may start to hyperventilate again, so she closed her eyes and let her head fall back. She imagined a happy place, being on a beach, lying in the sand, with the Sun tanning her skin. She could hear the waves slowly and calmly washing the sore. Andy could smell the sun cream on her body and she could feel the sand moulding to the shape of her body. Suddenly she heard that voice again. The voice which haunted her dreams, her fantasies. She opened her eyes and she could still see the beach, but Miranda was knelt in front of her, smirking, telling her to come closer. Before she could move closer the cab driver slammed on his breaks and jolted out of her fantasy.
The cab was now at the front of the club. There was no queue at the front of the club, but she could hear a light thump of the music coming from inside. She swallowed to lubricate her now, very very dry throat and stepped out of the cab.
Inside the club Andy spotted Nigel sat at a table in the corner. He was sat with Serena and Emily; he stood up and waved her over.
"Six! It's so lovely to see you and wow! Look at that dress." Nigel winked and smiled.
"Trying to impress someone are we?"He continued with a cheeky tone.
"Hi Nigel! Not looking so bad yourself eh?" Andy winked back.
"Andrea! What a pleasant surprise."
Andy stopped her conversation and her eyes went wide. She suddenly couldn't hear anything but her heart beat. She turned around and Miranda leant in and hugged her. Miranda actually initiated contact between herself and Andy. Andy could feel the heat from Miranda's cheek as she touched her cheek with Andy's and kissed her. Andy thought her body was going into overload, she was feeling sensations in parts of her body that she wasn't even aware was possible. She felt various tingles as the older woman smiled at her and it sent an impulse of warmth through her form.
"Miranda, hi?" Andy replied unsure of what to say.
"You're wearing Chanel, how... risky of you. But I have to say you are certainly looking lovely." Miranda smiled and gave Andy the 'all in one' look. Andy noticed that Miranda's glance stopped slightly at her breasts and then carried on to her face. Miranda's usual blue eyes were darkened, but still as sexy as before. Andy could feel herself getting lost in her eyes until Nigel put a Martini in front of her and she began to drink.
Throughout the night Miranda bought Andy many drinks and they talked about Andrea's job at The Mirror. However, Andy was quite drunk and couldn't manage to string a sentence together. Miranda had moved closer and closer as the evening went on and when Nigel, Emily and Serena decided to go home they realised how Miranda was practically sat on Andy's knee. They said their goodbyes and Miranda and Andy stayed a little longer.
"So Andrea, how's you and your boyfriend?" Miranda slurred and her British accent was coming through slightly. Andy blinked trying to focus her eyes but the room was starting to spin.
"Oh... erm... we aren't together anymore... we split before Paris. He didn't like you." Andy stopped, suddenly realising what she had said and that Miranda's hand was on her thigh and slowly making its way up, higher and higher until it stopped at the top. Andy swallowed and glanced up and Miranda's eyes were on her; darker than before, but glistening as the lights in the club danced in the background.
Miranda smiled and whispered "I have to go." And got up and walked out of the club. Andy watched Miranda walk out of the club. She watched her hips sway through the crowd and then disappear outside. Andy sat in the very corner where about 5 minutes ago Miranda's hand had been on her thigh. Andy swallowed harder than she had previously through the night. She was totally and utterly dumbstruck.