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Part 4
Ted convinced Andromeda one evening after dinner to lie down in the grass. She winced and sneered as she grudgingly lowered herself to the ground. His hair was sprawled out, leaving his forehead uncharacteristically bare.
Andromeda wiggled and settled herself in, lifting her head to fix her hair up so it wouldn't get dirty. She primly rested her hands on her stomach.
The stars, she noticed, were peaking out in the darkening sky and the grass felt cool on her legs.
"Nice, Isn't?" He commented.
"Erm ... I guess so." She wished the breeze didn't feel so pleasant on her face. She wished she didn't feel so comfortable. Ted sat up and untied his shoes, took off his socks and tossed them aside, and then lay back down in the grass, folding his arms behind his head.
"Don't you want to take your shoes off?" he asked after a while. "It's really refreshing."
Andromeda curled up her lip playfully without answering his question.
He turned his head over to her and smiled pleadingly. "C'mon, Andy." Andromeda felt a warm buzzing in her chest.
She sighed in exasperation and kicked off her flats, tossed him a bratty look, and then fidgeted a bit more in the grass, settling herself in. After a moment, Ted closed his eyes and turned back to face the sky. While he wasn't watching, Andromeda smiled and let herself melt into the perfection of it all.