A/N: Short and sad Taylor/Andrea fic.

I have made a ruckus

and I have made it for you...

Andrea's fingers trace the curves of Taylor's like she is a fine, marble sculpture. The touch is light and delicate and Taylor watches her dark nails wander with odd fascination. The pale skin is soft and warm and keeps out some of the chill from the evening air.

She does not pull away but neither is she encouraging.

She remains quiet and simply watches and though she can feel eyes piercing her, she doesn't glance up to meet them.

"I'm sorry for every time I called you a chav even though I know you hate it..." Andrea says softly.

Taylor feels panic grip her.

There's something in how the words are said, something that clamps a vice around her lungs.

"What're you goin' on about?" She questions but her voice doesn't quite have it's usual bite.

Andrea's hand is still on hers.

"Nothing important really..." Andrea murmurs and Taylor huffs.

"I don't believe ya'," She states.

"... That's alright. I'm not even sure if I believe me."

Taylor looks up and after a beat, Andrea's eyes fall away from her.

Taylor isn't stupid. She knows that Andrea stares at her and it's kinda creepy sometimes but then Andrea's kinda creepy and it isn't a bad sort of creepy so Taylor doesn't mind it really.

She knows Andrea stares and she's never told her to stop.

"Is it last day jitters?" Taylor quips with a smirk.

Andrea squirms a tad, the tip of her boot twisting into the stone beneath her.

"Something like that," She replies and Taylor pauses for a moment.

"Where ya' headin' next?"

Andrea turns her head away so that Taylor can't see her face.

"Abroad..."

"... That's kinda vague," Taylor points out and Andrea glances back to her then smiles apologetically.

"Sorry..." She murmurs.

And there is something in her eyes that has that tight, uncomfortable feeling returning.

But Taylor doesn't ask...

And that is her first mistake.

"Nah, s'fine..." She says instead before huffing a laugh, "You're a fuckin' enigma, you are Andrea. A right proper weirdo."

Then Andrea's fingers slide over hers and Taylor shifts them just slightly so that Andrea's can slip between them and she grips them firmly.
She is not gentle, not like Andrea. Always a little too fierce. And she thinks perhaps this particular hold is a little bit desperate.

"Thanks," Andrea says, quite sincerely, and Taylor grins across at her.

"Whatever ya' say, goth girl," She replies and Andrea smiles back at her, toothy and dark and kind of beautiful in a strange way.

Taylor hopes she never changes.

"I think I'll miss you most," Andrea tells her, her eyes falling away again, and Taylor's hold tightens, her grin faltering.

It sounds so awfully final.

"... I might miss you and all..." She says quietly.

Her second mistake is not saying just how much.

And her third, is in not saying the words; "Please don't go..."

Because the next morning, Andrea is gone.
And nobody can find her.

Taylor never sees her again.

A/N: Inspired by Chris Garneau - The Leaving Song. Thanks for reading.