I started writing this at 4:31am because I could not sleep XD

So… enjoy.

Andy McNally stared at the ceiling of her new apartment since things with Luke passed over, no sleep to be found. She palmed her cell phone, the back scolding hot from being on the charger.

"Four thirty one? Why am I awake at this ungodly hour?" Andy whispered through the dark, standing to put her bra and jean shorts she had removed earlier. She went outside after sliding on her flip flops and sat upon the benches, sliding open her phone. The blue metallic shade shimmered under the street lights, causing the blue to look more like green.

She let her thumbs do the talking, scrolling through her contact list at a fast pace.

"Of course your name starts with one of the last letters of the alphabet in my phone." Andy smirked, finding her objective and clicking on the highlighted name. The blank white space filled her eyes, seeing a canvas for a world of possibilities.

"You awake?"

Andy slid her phone shut and dropped it in her lap. She found consolidation in the lightening sky, stars and moon still visible in the waking hours of the sunrise. Vibrations went off in her lap, and she scooped the phone into her hands. The smiled as his words filled her pools of brown, and at how he always had the time for her no matter whether the sun was up or down.

"Just woke up. U okay?"

"Can't sleep, that's all. You to lazy to actually write 'you'?"

"Atlst I dun typ lyk dis... I actually had to think about what I was texting there XD."

"Hahaha! It's hard to type like an eagle with only one claw. So, why you awake at 4:30am? -.-"

"Gettin ready to work out. I'm a morning person, dontcha know that? :)"

"Morning person my ass, Mister Coffee Junkie ;P It's Saturday. Why buff up?"

"Gotta stay fresh for the ladies ;)"

"LOL mkay. Whatever you saaay!"

"Unlike some people in this conversation, I actually have to keep up with working out and eatin healthy to stay attractive."

Andy put down her phone and thought for a moment. She racked her brain for something witty, something that he would say. She tapped her nails upon the back of her phone, feeling another vibration before she could think of a single good comment.

"Flustered, McNally? ;D"

Andy snorted allowed, her thumbs quick at work.

"Not in a thousand years, Sam. But nice try :P"

"Oh I so got you. You're blushing, I just know it :3"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night ;D So, willing to skip the morning beaf cake session and grab breakfast?"

"You askin me out on a date, Andy?"

Andy rolled her eyes. Whenever she asked him to grab a bite, he asked the same question; 'Is it a date, McNally?', and every time she has the same answer; 'No! What are you talking about?'. But this just happened to be the first time he ever used her first name while asking the question at hand.

"Oh, Andy is it now? Is this how you flirt, Officer Swarek? ;P"

"Oh, I think I like it when you call me that. Well, do you want me to pay?"

"If I say yes, does that make me a mooch? . ... ."

"If you say yes, it makes it a legit date :D"

"Well, if I say no, what does that mean?"

"It means you reject me for the second time and my heart gets punched in its pretty little face like on the night of the black out. No attempt to make you feel guilty here ;P "

"You will NEVER let me live that down, huh? -.- No matter what I say, I'm getting tied into something "

"Just say yes."

"Are YOU prying for a date?"

Sam hadn't texted her for a solid five minutes. Andy's throat had groan tight with anger and sadness. She couldn't take the pain, letting a few tears fall to the floor. She had let just another opportunity with the man she liked... no, loved, pass her by. She put her phone on the wood beside her, sobbing harder and harder as time went on. Andy decided to grab her phone and walk around the buildings area, clutching her phones close to make sure she didn't miss a vibration.

She repetitively checked her phone, even though it never went off.

"Ten minutes Sam... Come on." Andy mumbled to herself. She gave up on the waiting game, sliding open her phone.

"Not like I don't mind you prying for a date. Well, I don't know. Yes. Yes I want you to pay, so is it a date?"

She started walking in an undetermined direction, looking at her phone every few seconds. No text, every time.

"If I hurt a nerve, I'm sorry Sam.."

Message Sent.

No Messages Received.

The red blinking words started to drive her crazy. It had been a half an hour since he last texted her.

"Just jumped out of the shower, McNally. No worry, you're my top priority. So... You've finally submitted. Welcome to the darkside 3 "

Andy laughed so loud the birds started to chirp. She made her way back to her home, assuring her hair was fine.

"3? Did you actually text that? XD"

"You think it's cute."

"Find a lot of things you do cute."

Andy gasped, slamming the cancel button on her phone, but it sent anyway. She groaned, going back to picking an outfit before breakfast. She just knew he was going to ride her ass for this, all day and all night long.

"Ohhhhhh, the plot thickens. Come on rookie, give me the 411 on whatcha like most about your Training Officer :D"

"And further embarrass myself? No way! XD"

"Yes way! You embarrass yourself all the time XD You want a ride, my darling date? "

"Oh beautiful, it's starting already -.- and a ride would be nice. Thanks."

"Sweet. But I'm not picking you up until you tell me something you like!"

"You're so difficult! -.- Come on, I'm already ready to go."

"Nope. I'm just going to ignore you until you tell me."

He wasn't lying. Andy stood with her blue phone in hand, no vibrations filling her ears with promises of the man she adored on the other line. Minutes had passed before Andy growled to the early morning air as her painted thumb nails flying across the laminated keyboard.

"Your dimples."

";)"

Andy stood around, refusing to text him back. After what felt like hours, Sam Swarek pulled up with a goofy grin plastered upon his face. She stepped into his truck, the yellow sundress flying up as she sat. With a refined nature, she pushed it down her thighs, avoiding the raised expression he was shooting her way.

"Shut up." Andy smiled as Sam pushed the key into the ignition.

I'm not sure if I want to write more chapters in the text nature. But I have a few idea's boiling. It depends on the responses, you know?

xoxoPN