Andy was a girl that prided herself on being prepared. She was ready when she had to fill her cousins shoes. She was ready when she went off tho collage. She was ready when Nate left her. And She was ready to take over her uncles legacy.
All that, however, seemed easy compared to preparing herself to take a very big step with her...well, she didn't know what to call Miranda. Hints why she was a wreck. She and Miranda had been seeing each other for a few months, and neither of them have put a name to what they are, let alone how they feel.
In the past, Andy had no problem with this, but that was before she realized just how blurry all the lines were between them. Technically, she was single. The thought left a bitter taste on her mouth. To most people, there was nothing wrong with that. To her, it was hell. It left her feeling vulnerable and on edge. Miranda didn't have the best track record in her love life, and that was with people she we actually in a relationship with. So what did that mean for Andy? It left her fearing the worst. She was sure Miranda noticed, her keen cerulean eyes always picked up on the smallest of things.
After a week of freaking out, it took Gia to smack the back of her head for her to get her head on strait. After that, she went about preparing herself to ask the biggest questing she had ever asked Miranda. She went through the motions. Set up candles around the house, got flowers, she even cooked her favorite; steamed lobster stuffed with garlic shrimp and crab meat. Now, that was all easy compared to the jewelry store. It took hours, an unholy amount of money and a slight breakdown, before she had found what she needed.
All that was left, was Miranda herself, and Andy was a mess. Her mind was going a mile a minute. Would Miranda say yes? Could this work? What if she said no? What if she messes up? She sighed in frustration and almost jumped when the doorbell rang. Letting out a deep breath, she fixed her crimson dress, and headed for the door.
Miranda was nothing if not smart. She picked up on things no one else did, and used it to her advantage. So, she knew about her lack of defining her relationship with Andrea. She also knew it didn't bother the younger woman. Or, I didn't used to.
The change came about a week ago, give or take a few days. They were on the main floor of Andrea's building talking, when a tall, shapely redhead approached Andrea. She politely interrupted and proceeded to inform her of some problem, and that she needed her ok to use a certain means to fix it. Once she got it, she smiled and threw Andrea a suggestive smile as she walked away, swaying her hips. Miranda saw Andrea stiffen, before she opened her mouth to say something, only to close it again and let the woman walk away.
From that point, Andrea had acted oddly. Nothing major. She still smiled and laughed, but Miranda could see the lingering doubt when she looked at her. The tight smiles during talks. The lack of spare glances when she thinks Miranda isn't looking. They hadn't had dinner without the girls since Andrea's change, and she's starting to fear the worse. She asked who the redhead was about three days ago, and all she got was a halfhearted explanation about her being an employee Andrea worked closely with named Diana. Andrea didn't look at her when she answered, and she felt her heart break.
When Andrea didn't call at all except to cancel their dinner plans, stating she would be working late into the night with her marketing team the next night, she felt her stomach flip. The same team Diana was on. It didn't take a fool to put the clues together. She couldn't even be mad at her, they weren't together. If she wanted to go behind her back and sleep with that woman, she could because Miranda wasn't her girlfriend. Therefore, she had no say.
As she rode to Andrea's house, she felt vulnerable. She knew what Andrea wanted to talk to her about. She had two failed marriages and a broken engagement to go by. The signs were all there. All that's left is Andrea telling her she doesn't want to see her anymore. She felt foolish. She tried so hard to prevent this. And yet she had fallen in love with Andrea, and now she was about to get her heart broken. She would take it. Sit and listen as she tried to explain, tried to let her down easy. She would tell her she understood, and politely excuse herself. She wouldn't cry in front of her. No, that would come once she was home, after she had a drink and a scolding hot shower. After she cried, she would wake the next morning and explain to the girls what's happened. She wouldn't let them see how bad she was hurting.
She snapped from her musing as her car pulled up to Andrea's house. She got out and knocked with determination. The door opened to reveal Andrea in a skintight strapless red dress, and Miranda felt sick. Andrea had a date later, and wanted to get her out of the way.
Andy frowned slightly when she saw the icy look Miranda was shooting her, but led her inside anyway. As they neared the dining room, she felt uneasy, as Miranda had yet to utter a word.
"Are you ok, sweetie," she asked, turning to look at her.
She frowned deeper when she saw Miranda flinch at being called sweetie.
"I am well. I'm sorry if I am intruding on your plans," she said cooly, looking at her with an arctic gaze.
"What? What plans," Andy asked, looking at her in confusion.
"Don't play dumb with me, Andrea. We both know with this is about, so just get it over with so that I can leave," Miranda snapped.
"Leave? Miranda what are you talking about, you're making no sense," Andy asked, leading her to a seat in the living room.
"I do not wish to play these games with you, Andrea. Just tell me you've been sleeping with that whore so that we can get this over with," she said, glaring at Andy.
"Miranda! What are you talking about? Sleeping with who," Andy asked, looking at her in distress.
"Fine, if you won't do it, I shall. I no longer wish to see you romantically, Andrea. It's obvious you have other interests, and I don't wish to stand in your way. I only wish you would have come to me first, before you hopped into bed with some slut, but I have no control over what you do," Miranda said evenly, standing up.
"Are...are you breaking up with me," Andy asked, voice cracking.
"I am only doing what you were planning to do tonight," Miranda said, brushing it off.
"I wasn't-Miranda you...why," she asked, as tears welled up in her eyes.
"I should be asking you the same thing. You try so hard to get me to be with you, and then you throw it all away on some redheaded whore," she said icily, looking at her with a calm gaze that contradicted her words.
"This is about Diana? What does she have to do with anything!?"
"I know it's her you've been sneaking around with," Miranda stated.
"What! I haven't been sneaking around with her, Miranda. I can prove it," Andy yelled, pulling her into the dining room.
Miranda gasped as she seen all the flowers and candles around the room, but her heart stopped when she saw the black box on the edge of the table. She turned to look at Andy and felt horrible.
"Darling I..." She trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"I was jewelry shopping with Gia and Dannie that day, and I still hadn't found the right thing and it was getting late, so I called and canceled. I figured I could make it up now," she said, smiling bitterly at the irony.
"Oh god, this whole time you've been planning this, and I thought you were with someone else. I should have trusted you. I don't deserve any of this," Miranda sighed, sitting when her legs gave.
"You do. I should have gone about it better, I know about your past. That was my mistake. Miranda I...I love you, so much," Andy sighed, getting on her knees.
She grabbed the box and looked at Miranda hopefully, and opened the box. Miranda gasped as she looked inside and then back into Andy's eyes.
"The girls helped pick it out, I couldn't decide," she admitted sheepishly, blushing.
"Andrea it's beautiful," Miranda gasped, still in awe at the contents of the small box.
"I wanted you to know this-us-means the world to me, and I don't think I could live without you or your girls," Andy admitted, looking into bright eyes.
"Our girls," Miranda corrected softly,"they're as much yours as mine at this point, or that's what they think anyway."
"Miranda," Andy started, readying herself for that they both know she's about to ask.
Miranda looked on, holding her tears at bay. She knew her answer meant everything to Andy.
IMPORTANT! Please read!
Alright, don't kill me! I couldn't decide if I wanted it to be a engagement ring or a necklace or something just as mushy but less serious. So, here's what I'm going to do:
option A.) it's an engagement ring and Miranda says yes.
B.) it's a necklace and Andy asks Miranda to be her official girlfriend.
C.) it's a ring and Miranda says yes, followed by them having their first time.
D.) it's a necklace and they become a couple and have their first time.
the way I'll chose is: you leave a review or PM with your choice and reason why you chose it. The option with the most reviews by Friday will be be the one I chose. So, for those of you that don't review this story, don't be upset if your outcome isn't the one chosen. The next chapter is going completely by the readers choice. To make it even more fun, the reviewer with the best explanation on their choice will be able to help chose how the Wedding/Next date will go, depending on what gets the most votes.