4 - Insert Awkwardness Here
Marty groaned, sitting up in bed to find himself alone. He blinked a few times before throwing off the covers to make his way downstairs, more or less stumbling to where he knew he'd find Andy. When Marty reached the bottom of the stairs, he could hear music coming from the kitchen, accompanied by the blonde's lilting, melodic voice singing along to the lyrics.
'Get hot
Get too close to the flame
Wild open space
Talk like an open book
Sign me up'
'Got no time to take a picture
I'll remember someday
All the chances we took
We're so close
To something better left unknown
We're so close
To something better left unknown
I can feel it in my bones'
Marty pushed the door open slightly to peek in, smirking as his unsuspecting girlfriend was singing into a spoon like a microphone and dancing away. She was dressed just in Marty's black t-shirt (emblazoned with 'the Shins' on the front) and a pair of short-shorts that accentuated her already long legs. While he enjoyed watching her perform on stage, Marty absolutely loved moments such as this, where Andy just let loose and belted out at the top of her lungs without a care in the world.
In his humble opinion, this was when Andrea Marie Walker was at her most beautiful.
'Gimme sympathy
After all of this is gone
Who would you rather be?
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?
Oh, seriously, you're gonna make mistakes
You're young
Come on, baby, play me something like
Here comes the-'
"-son of a bitch, you scared me!" Andy shrieked with her green eyes wide open, stopping mid-song when she finally noticed him watching her.
"Oh, don't stop on my account, Miss Walker," he clapped, entering the kitchen proper.
"I didn't think that you were awake," the blushing blonde muttered, looking down at the floor as Metric continued to play in the background.
"So you start catterwalling at the top of your lungs?" He laughed, stepping forward to embrace her.
"Just got caught up in the tune," she said, tippy-toeing to kiss him before slipping out of his arms. "Made coffee, if you're wondering."
"Coffee, good," he grunted like a cave man, walking over to grab himself some.
"I'm gonna go take a quick shower, then meet Lexie for breakfast," Andy said, heading towards the swinging door. "Wanna come with?"
"For the shower, or the breakfast?" He teased, taking a long pull from his cup.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. "Both."
"I'll be right up," he squeaked, swigging back the rest of his coffee before following Andrea up the stairs.
It was a good hour later when he and Andrea walked into the little diner Lexie had told his girlfriend to meet her, the both of them glancing at the assortment of people gathered in the eating establishment. Andy spotted her brunette band manager first, though it was rather hard to miss the young woman since she was waving her arm like a maniac to draw their attention.
"Hey, come here, Walker," Lexie greeted with a grin, jumping up from her booth to engulf the blonde in a hug. She turned to Marty and did the same to him, gripping him tightly before sitting back down. "Howdy, Marty!"
"Howdy, Lexie," he returned, feeling a little silly for actually having said 'howdy'. He slid into the opposite seat in the booth with Andy following him, the couple sitting directly across from their friend.
"What's with the Texan accent, Keaton?" Andy smirked, which was a question that Marty had been wondering himself. "You're from Banger, Maine, if I remember correctly."
"Just having a little fun," the bouncy brunette shrugged, then corrected the blonde on her pronounciation of her hometown. "And it's Bangor, not Banger, you silly hick."
"Charlotte isn't exactly the sticks, Chowderhead," the southern belle retorted.
"Oh, boy," Marty groaned, all too used to this type of behavior whenever the two girls were together.
"You folks ready to order yet?" A waitress asked, thankfully interupting their 'argument'.
"Just coffees for them, thanks. We're waiting for somebody else to arrive before we order anything to eat," Lexie smiled up at her, then turned her attention back to the perplexed looking blonde. "What?"
"Who are we waiting for, Lex?" Andy asked, confused.
"The Tribune wants an interview with you, the lead singer of Ragged Dolls," Lexie explained, stirring her green tea. "And I, as your band's manager, thought this would be the only time we could do this before you head back out on tour next weekend, since you're so damned touchy about how you spend your free time."
"I don't appreciate being ambushed like this, Lexie," the blonde frowned, clearly annoyed.
"Suck it up, Spazmaster, it's done," the brunette said, unfazed by her best friend's glare. "Besides, here she is."
Andy turned in her seat to try to catch a glimpse of their new breakfast companion, bumping her boyfriend slightly in the attempt. Marty, who'd been only half listening this entire time, continued to fiddle around with the table condiments like he'd been doing while the girls were speaking, only to go rigid as an all too familiar voice reached his ears.
"Hi, I'm the reporter from the Tribune, my name is-"
"Rory?" Marty finished in surprise, glancing up from the packets of sugar in his hands.
"Marty," Rory whispered, azure blue saucers staring back at him.
This whole writing gig so much easier when you don't have to do it from scratch!