New Years

by sybilLloyd27

AU: It's New Year's Eve. Sharon's alone with her fantasies... But maybe, just maybe, not for long. AN: *MUCH SHANDY SHIPPING* Also, this is based off of my experience with New Years but only partially. Just the beginning where she's alone, and as always: I DO NOT OWN MAJOR CRIMES OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR ANY COMPANY/PRODUCT TITLE THAT IS MENTIONED IN THIS STORY.

2. On the Elevator

AN: Thank you to all who have read this fic! I'm enjoying writing it. I'm currently working on Chapter 3. If you have anything to say regard this fic...

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"Bye Rusty! Be safe!" I call out of the open window as Rusty walks up to the door.

"I will, Sharon. Have fun doing… Whatever it is your gonna do… Are you sure you don't want to meet my friends?"

"No no no… I need to catch up on some work stuff tonight. I'll pick you up at 1 ok?"

"Kay… Bye!"

I drove off a little bit to quickly after making sure that he got into the house. To spend over an hour getting ready for a date that's not a date is absurd. Absolutely absurd. But it happened. I put on a nice dress, one that I hadn't worn since the last date I went on with my husband. 15 years ago. When he was trying to make things up to me. Oh god why am I wearing this dress? It's red, tight, and a bit short for my taste. But it's New Years! End of 2013. It's ok. I can wear it. I found my nicest and highest black dress shoes and threw them next to my purse, not the one I normally use but a nice clutch I got as a Christmas gift from Andy. Just a nice touch to the wardrobe.

Throw on some makeup and I'm out the door with my clutch and shoes in my hands. I almost forgot to lock the door. On the elevator, I put on my shoes because it's now 7:30 and it takes me 20 minutes to get to the theater when there's no traffic. But it's New Years. More drunks are on the road tonight than on any other night.

The elevator stopped and just as the doors opened…

"Well, hello, Sharon."

I stuttered. What the heck was he doing here? "A-Andy… What are you doing here?"

"Picking you up." He got into the elevator with almost no hesitation. Before I could even protest, the doors closed and he turned off the elevator. Andy was getting precariously close to me in the small space we had. I could feel his breath, his slow and steady breaths, on my hair. I was right next to his shoulder when he put his arms around me.

The doors opened. My neighbor was staring at me. I was propping myself up against the wall and panting.

"Um… Happy New Year, Sharon."

"Yeah… Happy New Year, Bob." My fantasies have gotten out of hand. I need to control them.