Prue And Andy Novels & Stories

He handed the tab over to me and showed me where we were having dinner. I could see us on the screen, watching another screen in front of us. “Let's see how your wife is doing Mr Damien. I know you are worried about her already" he teased. I nodded and he looked away from the screen immediately he clicked on it. I held the tablet closely and my eyes caught the most unexpected person, Andy. Andy was standing in front of the door with Irene, before I could understand what was going on, he went in with her. Mr Cruiz noticed how fast my facial expression had changed.

I muttered. I watched the champagne get carted over to Luca’s table, where Carrie, one of the waitresses, opened it. Luca yanked the bottle out of her hands, and topped up their glasses. “Animals,” muttered Andy, and went back downstairs. I put it out of my mind, and tried to think happy thoughts. It wasn’t hard. I was working tomorrow, but then I had three days off, a rarity in the New York restaurant business, and Macy and I would be able to play together over the weekend.

I wonder if it has anything to do with Jacob, maybe he found a way to deal with the situation. "I think Prue is calling out for someone." Anthony says as Prue tries to suck on his figure. "She couldn't possibly be hungry already I just feed her." Autumn says as she goes to take her from his arms. "Maybe I have some tomato sos left on my figure and she likes it. A refined palette you have there." Anthony jokes with Prue as my father returns to join us. "Everything alright?" I ask him. "Not quite." Dad says as he puts his phone back into his pocket.

Andy let out a low chuckle as he pulled beers from the freezer, the sound of glass clinking loud in the kitchen? “Keep your shit down… we don’t want…” Chance snapped, his glare sharp as it cut toward the door, hoping Zara had not heard them talking about her as if she was not standing twenty feet away. “Just tell her… it’s not a big deal… she’ll accept you,” Andy said, smacking Chance hard on the back before grabbing an apple and biting into it like he did not have a care in the world. “You can’t change who you are… better start now,” he added, chewing loudly while watching Chance’s jaw tick.

Tyler immediately let go of my aching wrist because of Andy. I glanced at Tyler before I squatted in front of Andy. “Andy, honey, why are you here? Are you with your mommy? How’s your eyes, honey?” He shook his head, pouting. “My eyes are so perfect now. Mommy is in an interview. So I stayed with Uncle Tyler in his company. Uncle Tyler promised me to visit a doctor here—” “That’s enough, Andy.” I lifted my face to look at Tyler. That’s when I realized he was a little pale. Is he really sick?

No matter how he argued, his guilt in almost poisoning Claire with the bracelet was enough for me to tear his throat out immediately. “Say it! NOW!!” “No one sent me, Prince Louis. I did this all on my own!” Andy stiffened his neck and shouted back at me, “I got the drug from the southern forest, but I only meant to play a prank on Cathy. She was really annoying. I never intended to harm Claire!” Having finally mustered the courage to defend himself, Andy quickly averted his gaze, not daring to look at me again. I found it somewhat surprising. Interesting, it seemed this worthless fool hadn’t completely lost his backbone. Even now, he chose to protect Maria. What kind of relationship did the

“I should probably go and tell those guys in table six that we don’t have whatever they asked for.” Andy laughs as he shakes his head, like he knows I’m only doing it because I totally forgot their order. “Rum and coke,” he says. “They’ve been regular for two months,” he reminds me. “And they always order the same thing on Friday night. They’re also brothers.” My shoulders sink as I let out a defeated, yet grateful sigh. “I know I can always count on you, Andy.” He winks at me as he goes about filling their orders. He’s done in minutes, sliding them my way. I blow him a kiss—in a totally platonic way, before reaching for the tray for the drinks.

"Talk and type and work all at once. You're so smart, Andy. And handsome. Maybe you should…" "No thank you," he cut her off. "Your drama is enough for this family. No offense." "None taken. Give me that and go get me a pastry. Mom and dad left us alone here." A dramatic sigh escaped her lips. "Their love is so amazing. Second honeymoon." Andy snapped his laptop shut. "Anything else?" "No, just pastry, which I'll probably puke up later." "Gross," he muttered, standing. "I'll be back in ten."

"And we love you so, so much, princess. See you tomorrow, okay?" "Okay." "Tania! Bestie!" Rita speaks, appearing on the screen with her daughter, and Andy's face turns dark all of a sudden. Rita flinches, albeit keeping a pleading face. I am angry at her, but I can't dismiss her. I open my mouth to respond to her greetings, but a furious Andy beats me to it. "We had an agreement, Rita. Don't push me!" He fumes. Whoa! Poor Rita and her husband! What did this beast order them?

I turn to see who Carson is and what he’s supposed to get ready, but stop when my eyes find someone else, a very familiar someone else. Andy is standing there looking every bit the shabby traitor that he is. The same Andy who’s bullied me almost every day of my life, and the same Andy who’s been allegedly missing. He doesn’t look as put-together as he usually does; he looks more like someone put him in a blender and then sent him off to live in a homeless shelter in the Southside of Chicago, as filmed in Shameless, for two years. I don’t know what his deal is, but I also don’t give him the time and attention, because really, what do you expect from someone like him? I dismiss him and focus o