Andy's POV
He promises to take out my trash. He promises to get Boo. Before any of that, he promised he wouldn't leave without a fight.
Why couldn't I fall in love with someone I got along with? With someone I could understand?
Instead, I get Sam. A man who can't even say he loves me until I'm holding a bomb. Who promises to do anything to win me back then moves on while I'm undercover. He can leave, when it's time for the good candy and champagne, but when I leave, he moves on. Out of my reach, for now, anyway.
So, I may turn this into a full length piece, and make my drabbles the prologue. Depends on if I have time, I'm spending a lot of time at dance, especially the next two weeks. Tell me what you think. Review. Constructive criticism is appreciated.