Feelings Resurface
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"Hey," Missy's voice was quiet and Torrance noticed that she seemed nervous, "how'd you get in here?"
Andrew shrugged, "Your backdoor wasn't locked in any serious way," he saw the reaction on everyone's faces, "I'm kidding, you still keep the spare key under the plant pot. And you haven't changed your alarm code either."
Missy nodded, there was more uncomfortable silence, "Torrance, why don't you and Cliff go upstairs and get ready for bed," Torrance's mouth opened to protest, "you know what I mean."
"Yeah, come on Tor, we can grab your bags later," holding his hand out Cliff watched as his girlfriend reluctantly entwined hers with it and let herself be led upstairs.
Once Missy heard the door upstairs close she turned to Andrew who was still standing in the kitchen, "What're you doing here?" Missy cursed inside of her head, that came out a little more abrupt than she'd had planned.
"I came to see my girlfriend, or that's what you used to be, did I miss a memo telling me that we were over?" even though Missy knew Andrew was joking he was also dead serious, "I mean the last time I talked to you over the phone was three weeks ago."
"I'm sorry I haven't called, I've just been really busy with…stuff over here," Andrew nodded and thin smile on his face, "What?"
"Are you talking about the cheerleading?" he saw the shocked expression on her face and smiled, "ESPN 2 remember, it happened to be on while I was over at a friends house. Suddenly one of them piped up 'Hey Andrew, ain't that your girl cheerleading?'"
Missy stood there stunned, she'd never intended for Andrew to know about her cheerleading. Back in LA she used to swear to god that she'd rather die than become a cheerleader, but now things had changed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I…"
"It's okay," Missy stalled her mouth agape, did he just say what she thought he said, he could see that she was confused, "I said it's okay. Things change, just because you're a cheerleader doesn't mean that you're not the same person," he smiled warmly. "Besides, in all honesty, it's kind of a turn on."
Missy couldn't help but laugh, that was one of the things that had attracted her to Andrew, the way he could always seem to make a situation lighter no matter how dire it was. There was a few moments more silence before Missy spoke again, "So, how come you didn't call before you decided to come visit. You know what my parents think about you."
He shrugged, "What I had to tell you couldn't be said over the phone," his eyes turned serious. Missy, knowing that whatever he was about to say was big took a seat on the couch, "Michaels dead."
Missy froze, "What? When? How?"
"He got shot, two weeks ago."
"And you're only telling me now!" Missy leapt to her feet in a rage, "why the hell didn't you tell me sooner?"
"How the hell could I?" Andrew yelled back, "Every time I tried calling you Cliff said you were out, and no offense but it's not the kind of news you leave with Cliff." He quietened down as Missy turned her focus to the floor, her raven black hair shrouding her face from his sight.
"Who?" she mentioned quietly, she was desperately trying to keep her emotions in check.
"Does it matter?"
"I guess not," Missy buried her hands in her hair, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as her throat felt clogged like it always did when she got upset. "When's the funeral?" looking up at her boyfriend she saw the look he was giving her and new what it meant, it'd already been. She couldn't believe him sometimes, "When?"
"A couple of days ago, when you were in Florida," he paused, "Ironically that was when I saw you on the television cheering," he chuckled somberly, "Even though you weren't there you still kinda were." Missy didn't reply and just stood still, staring into space, "So…" he really wanted to change the subject, he hated seeing Missy upset, especially when it was because of him, "…uh…whose the blonde with Cliff," Missy glanced up at him, "I saw the two of you hugging so figured you must know each other."
Missy gave a small, teasing smile, "Another turn on for you was it?"
This time when he laughed though he did smile, scratching the back of his head he shrugged, "Why? How much *has* changed?"
"Well…I'm a cheerleader now, my new best friend is Torrance, who you just saw. I guess you could say I also have friends called Whitney and Courtney," she suddenly realized she didn't know how the hell that happened, "and once again I'm flunking Math."
"Ah," he waved a hand dismissing the last comment, "Who needs it."
"How bout you?" Missy asked, her trademark gleam back in her eyes, "Anything new I should know about?"
"Apart from the obvious, no, I still look fantastic," he boasted swiping a hand across the side of his short, black hair.
Missy looked him up and down, "You look alright I guess, a little scruffy maybe. But alright."
"Gee, thanks. Now I remember why I go out with you," he smiled and took a small step closer, still a little unsure of how she'd react to him after hearing the news. "And me? Anything changed there?"
Looking up into his deep brown eyes she saw what she always had done inside of him, what other people couldn't see through his brash, cocky attitude. She smiled, "Nothing at all," leaning up slightly she brushed her lips lightly against his and felt the same tingle she always felt when she was with him. She didn't know whether it was love, or lust. And frankly…she didn't care.
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To Be Continued
By Raven
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"Hey," Missy's voice was quiet and Torrance noticed that she seemed nervous, "how'd you get in here?"
Andrew shrugged, "Your backdoor wasn't locked in any serious way," he saw the reaction on everyone's faces, "I'm kidding, you still keep the spare key under the plant pot. And you haven't changed your alarm code either."
Missy nodded, there was more uncomfortable silence, "Torrance, why don't you and Cliff go upstairs and get ready for bed," Torrance's mouth opened to protest, "you know what I mean."
"Yeah, come on Tor, we can grab your bags later," holding his hand out Cliff watched as his girlfriend reluctantly entwined hers with it and let herself be led upstairs.
Once Missy heard the door upstairs close she turned to Andrew who was still standing in the kitchen, "What're you doing here?" Missy cursed inside of her head, that came out a little more abrupt than she'd had planned.
"I came to see my girlfriend, or that's what you used to be, did I miss a memo telling me that we were over?" even though Missy knew Andrew was joking he was also dead serious, "I mean the last time I talked to you over the phone was three weeks ago."
"I'm sorry I haven't called, I've just been really busy with…stuff over here," Andrew nodded and thin smile on his face, "What?"
"Are you talking about the cheerleading?" he saw the shocked expression on her face and smiled, "ESPN 2 remember, it happened to be on while I was over at a friends house. Suddenly one of them piped up 'Hey Andrew, ain't that your girl cheerleading?'"
Missy stood there stunned, she'd never intended for Andrew to know about her cheerleading. Back in LA she used to swear to god that she'd rather die than become a cheerleader, but now things had changed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I…"
"It's okay," Missy stalled her mouth agape, did he just say what she thought he said, he could see that she was confused, "I said it's okay. Things change, just because you're a cheerleader doesn't mean that you're not the same person," he smiled warmly. "Besides, in all honesty, it's kind of a turn on."
Missy couldn't help but laugh, that was one of the things that had attracted her to Andrew, the way he could always seem to make a situation lighter no matter how dire it was. There was a few moments more silence before Missy spoke again, "So, how come you didn't call before you decided to come visit. You know what my parents think about you."
He shrugged, "What I had to tell you couldn't be said over the phone," his eyes turned serious. Missy, knowing that whatever he was about to say was big took a seat on the couch, "Michaels dead."
Missy froze, "What? When? How?"
"He got shot, two weeks ago."
"And you're only telling me now!" Missy leapt to her feet in a rage, "why the hell didn't you tell me sooner?"
"How the hell could I?" Andrew yelled back, "Every time I tried calling you Cliff said you were out, and no offense but it's not the kind of news you leave with Cliff." He quietened down as Missy turned her focus to the floor, her raven black hair shrouding her face from his sight.
"Who?" she mentioned quietly, she was desperately trying to keep her emotions in check.
"Does it matter?"
"I guess not," Missy buried her hands in her hair, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as her throat felt clogged like it always did when she got upset. "When's the funeral?" looking up at her boyfriend she saw the look he was giving her and new what it meant, it'd already been. She couldn't believe him sometimes, "When?"
"A couple of days ago, when you were in Florida," he paused, "Ironically that was when I saw you on the television cheering," he chuckled somberly, "Even though you weren't there you still kinda were." Missy didn't reply and just stood still, staring into space, "So…" he really wanted to change the subject, he hated seeing Missy upset, especially when it was because of him, "…uh…whose the blonde with Cliff," Missy glanced up at him, "I saw the two of you hugging so figured you must know each other."
Missy gave a small, teasing smile, "Another turn on for you was it?"
This time when he laughed though he did smile, scratching the back of his head he shrugged, "Why? How much *has* changed?"
"Well…I'm a cheerleader now, my new best friend is Torrance, who you just saw. I guess you could say I also have friends called Whitney and Courtney," she suddenly realized she didn't know how the hell that happened, "and once again I'm flunking Math."
"Ah," he waved a hand dismissing the last comment, "Who needs it."
"How bout you?" Missy asked, her trademark gleam back in her eyes, "Anything new I should know about?"
"Apart from the obvious, no, I still look fantastic," he boasted swiping a hand across the side of his short, black hair.
Missy looked him up and down, "You look alright I guess, a little scruffy maybe. But alright."
"Gee, thanks. Now I remember why I go out with you," he smiled and took a small step closer, still a little unsure of how she'd react to him after hearing the news. "And me? Anything changed there?"
Looking up into his deep brown eyes she saw what she always had done inside of him, what other people couldn't see through his brash, cocky attitude. She smiled, "Nothing at all," leaning up slightly she brushed her lips lightly against his and felt the same tingle she always felt when she was with him. She didn't know whether it was love, or lust. And frankly…she didn't care.
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To Be Continued
By Raven