Page 37 of Like A Daydream
Danielle:then you haven’t been around as many of them as I thought
Andrew:a little early in the relationship for me to give you the roster, don’t you think?
Danielle:define ‘relationship’
Andrew:plenty of time to do that later
Andrew:see you tomorrow ;)
Danielle:you’re fired
Andrew:after letting you ruin my shirt?
Danielle:…. Fair.
Andrew wakes up the next morning with his phone in his hand and a smile on his face. He’s in a good mood, didn’t have the recurring nightmare of missing that shot… he feels great. He’d spent half his night in a back and forth with Danielle, so that could have something to do with how good he feels.
He also didn’t dry-heave into the sink this morning while he was waiting for his shower to warm.
This must be what normal people feel like.
He heads upstairs only to find JT and Ainsley awake, sipping cups of coffee and staring at each other with so much love in their eyes he wants to throw up.
“Get a room.” He teases as Roscoe tries to sneak-attack Sokka.
He pulls his phone out of the pocket of his sweats and sits on one of the barstools, trying to keep it out of sight.
Andrew:coffee?
Danielle:when have I ever said no?
Danielle:vanilla-caramel latte, Cap
“Looks like you’re the one who needs to get a room,” JT says with a smirk. “There’s only two reasons you’d be looking at your lap and smiling.”
“James Everett Thompson, you aresucha Frat boy!” Ainsley says, hitting JT’s shoulder with a laugh.
“Listen, hot shot, you knew what this was,” JT says, grinning. “I can’t change who I am.”
“You’re the one who married him,” Andrew says, still grinning down at his phone as he types out a response. He hits send, and slides his phone into the pocket of his sweats again.
Andrew:cap?
Danielle:I googled you
Danielle:wanted to see what your contract was worth
Andrew:if you wanted to know, you could have asked.
Danielle:and embarrass you by asking about money? No thanks.
Andrew:I do not get embarrassed by the size of my check ;)
Danielle:you’re ridiculous.
Andrew:what of it?
“Who are you texting this early?” JT asks. “It’s like seven in the morning.”
