A/N: So I finally got around to updating (I know I'm terrible about this). I hope everyone had a great holiday. Anyways, this whole section is from Andy's point of view. I hope you like it (and leave a review pleaseeeee)


Traci and Andy luckily finished their shifts on time, so they headed back to Andy's new apartment at a reasonable time. They picked up some dinner on the way there and Andy could tell that Traci was bursting with questions, but she contained herself until they got to her apartment.

The place actually wasn't as messy as Andy had expected it to be, considering she had passed out as soon as she finished dinner. Sam must have cleaned up for her. He is seriously perfect.

"Alright Andy, spill," Traci announced once they had situated themselves on the couch.

Andy sighed, not really knowing where to start. Traci already knew about the dinner, but now she would have to tell her all of the details. All of them. "Okay," Andy started, "So you basically know everything significant that happened at our ridiculously romantic dinner, but we had dinner together last night also. That's when things really started changing."

Andy's phone beeped and she took a second to see what it was. She flipped it open and there was a text from Sam: Remind me again why I'm stuck at the Penny listening to Oliver's ridiculous stories that he thinks are funny but really aren't?

She quickly typed a response: Because he's your friend and Traci was going to have an aneurism if I didn't tell her what's been going on with me and you.

Traci coughed, bringing Andy back to her apartment and her current conversation. "Right, sorry. Ummmm, where was I?"

"Dinner last night," Traci prompted her with an amused smile on her face. She hadn't missed the way Andy's face lit up when she received that text and knew it must have been from Sam.

"Oh. Yeah. So he brought me to work the day after our dinner and I invited him over for pizza. I really have no idea where it came from. I mean it kinda just popped out of my mouth before I could think about it. And then he said yes, and then well I freaked out for a little, got it back together, but-" Andy was interrupted once again by her phone.

Okay so if Oliver is my friend and you're telling Traci, does that mean I can tell him about us?

No, she shot back quickly, returning to her story. "But then I came to the locker room and you went off saying he loves me. Oh and by the way, that was incredibly rude."

"What?" Traci exclaimed. "I was doing you a favor. You were obviously too ignorant to figure it out anytime in the next century. Do you seriously just never see him staring at you?"

"Staring at me? He doesn't stare at me? And how was I supposed to figure that out? I mean, all the guy does is make fun of me and get mad at me for screwing up."

"Um he clearly makes fun of you because it puts a smile on his face and we both know that you secretly enjoy it. And he gets mad at you for screwing up because he's your T.O- or was your T.O.- and that's his job and because you have a knack for putting yourself in life threatening situations, which obviously makes him worried sick."

Andy really wasn't sure what to say to that, but luckily Sam texted her again. And why would that be?

Because we both know Oliver gossips like a high school girl, she responded, smirking to herself. Andy glanced back up and could see Traci was annoyed at her so she dove right back into the story, hoping to distract her, "So anyways I sat through our entire shift thinking about how Sam was most definitely not in love with me and decided to talk to him about it while we ate," her phone beeped again, but before Andy could reach it, Traci snatched it.

"What are you doing?" Andy asked as Traci's fingers pushed unknown buttons on her phone. She found out soon enough when Traci brought the phone to her ear and waited for someone, most likely Sam, to pick up.

When he did finally answer the phone Traci didn't even give him a chance to say hello, "Swarek," pause. "Stop texting your girlfriend. It's called a girls night for a reason. I swear if she gets one more text from you in the next two hours I will come to the Penny and personally see that your phone makes it into the nearest glass of beer. We clear?" Another pause, "Good. Sorry to be so rude, but you are extremely good at distracting Andy and it's quite annoying. So have a good night that doesn't involve texting her."

She handed Andy her phone back and gestured for her to continue. "Why the heck would you even think about doing that?" Andy exclaimed.

"You have definitely done that to Jerry on multiple occasions," Traci said, offended.

"No, no. Why would you call me his girlfriend?" Andy asked while silently freaking out in her mind. "What were you thinking?"

"Um he would definitely qualify as your boyfriend. Trust me," she responded.

"No no no no no Traci. I mean we haven't even gone on a real dat—" she stopped herself, realizing they had gone on a real date. And they'd had a first kiss. "Is he my boyfriend?" she wondered out loud.

"Well if you would just finish telling me what happened, which will be easier now without Sam distracting you, I could tell you if he's your boyfriend," Traci said logically. "I mean he has been bringing you to and from work. And you've been eating dinner together. And probably lunch too because you always ride together."

"And breakfast," Andy added quietly, realizing how correct Traci actually was.

"Breakfast…care to elaborate?" Traci asked in a suggestive tone.

"Okay we did not sleep together if that's what you're implying," Andy said quickly. Traci laughed but let Andy continue with her story.

"So he could tell that something was bothering me throughout shift and finally asked me about it when we sat down to eat. I basically asked him what 'we' are and he told me he wanted to be more than friends," she paused for a second, collecting her thoughts. "And then he kissed me."

Traci squealed and said excitedly, "Tell me more."

"Well that's just about it. The rest of our dinner was pretty uneventful," she paused, "And I kind of fell asleep on top of him," Andy added a little sheepishly.

"Wait so you fell asleep on top of him but you two didn't sleep together?"

"I definitely would have if I wasn't so freaking tired," Andy admitted.

"Well if you didn't sleep together then why were you two late to parade?"

"Uh," Andy started, a little embarrassed at what she was about to tell Traci. "Just because we didn't sleep together doesn't mean we didn't make out."

"Let me get this straight, Swarek was late to parade because he was too busy making out with you to check the time?"

Andy nodded sheepishly.

Traci smiled knowingly and said, "Well it was about time."

"Oh, come on Trace," Andy said. "You're the one who told me to put him on ice."

"Yeah, I said put him on ice, not in a freaking ice burg," Traci said defensively.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Andy demanded.

"Well the ice was to take him off your mind until he was actually available. Ya know like not risking your career to be with him?"

"So you've actually been a fan of Sam's this whole time?" Andy asked.

"Umm pretty much. I could tell that he cared way more for you than Luke ever could, but you just seemed so happy with him. You looked like you were on cloud nine and I wasn't going to stop you from that." Traci explained.

"God, I'm such a mess," Andy said.

"No you're not Andy. Everyone has stuff they need to get sorted out."

"I just wish I hadn't wasted my time on Luke. I mean, the guy's a total dick."

"No disagreement here," Traci said. "But what he did is in no way your fault," Traci said, as if she had read Andy's mind. She stopped and took a long look at Andy, wanting to make sure Andy got her point. She'd had enough bad things happen to her and didn't need this one on her back too. "But on the bright side, now you have Sam."

Andy sighed, knowing that her friend was right and that she should move on and be happy with Sam. He really was pretty much the perfect guy; smart, nice, attractive….more like really attractive, and now he was available too.

"Oooooh," Traci exclaimed. "Maybe we could go on a double date! Because Jerry actually likes Sam."

"Okay let's not get ahead of ourselves," Andy said. "The more pressing issue is that his birthday is in two days and I don't have a present."

They brainstormed for a while and finally came up with the perfect present. After the initial interrogation, the evening was just a normal, fun, girls night. Traci took lots of pleasure in teasing Andy and both of them were edging on tipsy when Traci finally left.


When Andy was cleaning up, she found her phone in the couch and flipped it open to see what Sam had said before Traci cut him off. Very true, but I think he might already know (sorry)

Shoot, Andy thought, Oliver really does gossip like a high school girl. The whole station will know by tomorrow. She hit 3 and called Sam to find out how much Oliver knew.

"Hello," Sam answered tentatively, reminding Andy that she should probably apologize for what Traci did earlier.

"Hey, it's me. Traci's gone now so there's nothing you need to worry about. And, uh, sorry about her yelling at you. That was a little overboard, but I can't say I've never done that to Jerry before, so I don't really blame her," Andy rambled out, barely even taking a breath.

"Well I didn't mean to be that distracting. Apparently I'm pretty good at distracting you," Sam responded in a cocky tone, reminding her of the feeling of his lips on her own.

"Yeah, you do tend to have that effect on me….But that's not why I called. You said Oliver knows about us?"

"Uh, yeah. You can blame Sarah for that one," Sam said.

"Sarah?"

"I don't know why on earth she would tell Oliver, but she did. Probably just wants a full report back from him on how our dinner went the other night. Of course then he'll embellish it and Sarah will call, begging for details. But I did ask him to keep things quiet around the station for your sake."

"Oh," Andy said. "I don't know how long that'll last, but I guess it's okay."

"Ollie won't tell anyone. I'll make sure of it, okay?" Sam said, in an effort to comfort her quickly rising anxiety.

"Just for a bit. I'm really sorry it's just that Luke's there and it's just really weird."

"Hey, Andy, I totally get it. It's fine," Sam said, comforting her once more. At this point, he was wishing he could be there to hold her in his arms, but he wasn't, so words would have to do for now.

"So how was Nash?" Sam finally asked.

"Good. I mean, besides being annoyed at you, we had a good night."

"Well that's more than I can say for my night," Sam said.

Andy laughed, "Aren't Jerry and Oliver supposed to be your friends?"

"Yeah, but you hate your friends sometimes. Besides his stupid stories, Ollie wouldn't let me go half a second without teasing me about how stupid I was to wait so long to 'make my move'. Of course then Jerry demanded to know what he was talking about, so then I had to tell him that we're together too, but I kind of assumed that Nash would tell him anyways. So then he joined in on the teasing. And to top it all off, Nash called and made me stop texting you, at which point I just gave up and went home."

By the end of his story, Andy was laughing out loud. She could totally imagine the situation Sam just described and wished she had been there to witness it. Sam doesn't take teasing very well and he's adorable when he gets all flustered and embarrassed. "Awww, poor Sammy."

"God, not you too." Sam said, exasperated.

Andy laughed even more, but she knew Sam was actually enjoying this. "I'll stop if you'll pick me up tomorrow morning."

Sam did big sigh, acting as if it was a big deal and he wasn't already planning on picking her up tomorrow anyways, "I guess McNally."

"Okay, see you tomorrow," Andy said, still smiling to herself.

"Goodnight Andy," Sam said.

"Goodnight Sam," Andy said, finally hanging up so she could get a decent amount of sleep.

A/N: I might take a quick break from this story to write a New Years' Eve story, but I'm hoping to update again sometime this week. And please leave a review, they mean a lot.