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Author's Note: Andie and Chase have some important things to discuss . . .

Chapter 6: Not Quite Perfect

It had taken a good hour or so to get the whole crew back home. By the time Andie dropped off the last person, she was exhausted. She waved to Fly as the girl walked into her home and let out a huge sigh. With her head resting against the back of the seat, Andie turned to the person next to her. The body in the passenger seat was very still, his chest moving up and down slowly.

They were finally alone again and now Chase was asleep. Wonderful, now she would have to wake him up to get directions to his house. She smirked as he exhaled deeply in his sleep. Then, she reached over and gently shook him.

"Chase" she muttered.

Chase's head snapped up, "What . . ." he said groggily.

Andie snickered, "Its okay, I just need to know how to get to your house".

"Oh", he said as he sat up, "Everyone else is gone?"

"Yea, I just dropped Fly off. She was the last one", she replied.

Chase sighed, "I don't want to go home".

"I'm sure Director Collins is worried sick", Andie teased.

"He's probably waiting at the door for me", Chase grumbled.

Andie smiled, "Well the sooner you tell me how to get there, the sooner I can get to bed".

Andie stifled a yawn,

Chase nodded, "Just keep going straight".

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Andie trudged up the stairs to her room, stuffing Chase's keys into her pocket. He had insisted that she drive his car home, not happy with the idea of her taking the bus or worse, walking home. Once in her room, Andie plopped right into her bed, which looked as inviting as ever. It has been a long night.

Andie lay there, contemplating the night's events in her head. She was angry with the way Tuck and the 410 had acted against her and the MSA crew. The 410 had to get over their loss at The Streets and Tuck has to get over the fact that she wasn't coming back. Then she has been surprised in the manner that he had reacted to Tuck pushing her.

It had felt nice that he was so concerned for her well-being. It had helped her realize even more Chase's true feelings for her. It had also allowed Andie to face her own feelings towards Chase. And then there was the kiss . . . she smiled as she remembered it. It has been gentle and sweet. She was sad they had been interrupted . . . they hadn't even talked about any of all this yet.

It had been awkward driving everyone home. There were so many things fresh in her mind. She smiled as she thought about kissing Chase. Things she couldn't talk about in front of the crew. Then, they had ridden in silence once everyone was gone. Every now and then, Chase had spoken up, but only to give her directions to his house.

When they had finally pulled up to his driveway, Andie had marveled at his house. It was pretty big, but also very elegant and pretty. Chase had seemed rather embarrassed about it all, and had led her through the back door into the kitchen.

Andie had gone straight for the fridge, pulling ice out of the freezer to put on Chase's bruises. He had protested, but it had been all in vain. She had made sure he had ice on all his wounds and was cleaned up before they even exchanged words.

"You should go home before it gets too late", Chase said.

Andie rolled her eyes at him, "You let me worry about that, Boy Band".

Chase crossed his arms, "You should get home to bed".

She looked up at him, "So now you want to talk and give orders".

"I'm not giving orders", he said defensively.

"It sure sounds like that", Andie grumbled.

Chase's face softened, "I just don't want you to get in trouble".

Andie gave him a half-smile and went to place his keys on the kitchen table.

"What are you doing?" Chase asked.

Andie stared at him, "Giving back your car keys".

Chase shook his head, "You're driving my car home".

"I can take the bus"

"No way, it's too late"

"I'll be fine!"

"It's not safe!"

Andie glared at him, they were standing very close together at that point. Chase was glaring back at her. She realized how close they were and her gaze softened. She saw him relax under her stare and he gave her a warm smile. She edged forward slowly, her hands finding his arms and her fingers dancing up to his face for a gentle caress. Chase pulled her close and enveloped her in a sweet kiss. They parted moments later, content clear on their faces.

"So I guess I'm driving your car home", Andie breathed.

Chase nodded, "Guess so . . ."

A frown slowly crept onto her face, "Chase you can't just keep kissing me like this", she began.

"Why not?"

"You can't because it's not fair to either of us. Look, some stuff went down tonight and I know emotions were high . . ."

But Chase cut her off, "Andie, why can't you just realize how I feel about you. Can't you see we both feel the same? Why are you fighting it? I don't want to hurt you".

"I know we both care for each other, but let's be real here. It's not going to work Boy Band", she replied.

"Don't call me that . . ."

Andie winced at his tone, "We're just too different".

Chase's head snapped up, "It that what this is about? Me being rich and you being from the streets . . . that's what this is about? Is that what you think of me? I'm just another snobby rich boy looking for some hot ass . . ."

She sucked in air to keep herself from crying, "It's not like that Chase".

He turned away from her, anger burning in his eyes. Andie tried to reach out for his arm, but he was too quick for her. He hunched over in the corner of the kitchen, still not looking at her.

"Just go"

Andie took a step towards him, "Chase, I . . ."

But she stopped herself and quickly left through the back door. Chase's knuckles turned white as his grip on the marble counter top tightened as he heard his car start and drive down the driveway. He was left in silence, only his thought to comfort him.

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Sorry this chapter took so long to get up, but you know how it is when finals roll around. But now I'm back on track with this story and hope to keep the chapters flowing. Of course reviews help this process tremendously! R&R!

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