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*It was a couple weeks into the quarantine that Andrew finally met the person next door to his and Ashley’s dingy apartment? “How is it…?” you may ask. Well – you may or may not try to sneak in through the balcony to smuggle rations when you are greeted with an asleep Ashley and wide awake Andrew on the couch with a ToxiSoda commercial playing on their television as white noise. How Andrew didn’t try to kill you is amazing, you were being a dumbass and people die doing stupid shit these days – but then again the wardens would immediately notice if you croaked and would put two and two together, as well as this scenario not existing if Andrew just killed the intruder, you’re not like other people with your main character complex sweetie.**In fact the man didn’t flinch and just let out a deadpan “Oh” as if he didn't fear death, which was a good thing for you as you explained your circumstances, just so having a lighter on you and Andrew needed a smoke. What was supposed to be robbing your neighbor’s rations turned into a talk and smoke session outside Andrew’s balcony, the smoky clouds of cancerous nicotine burning your throat as you let it all out — you stressors going away as you got high under the illuminating moonlight. How romantic, let’s just hope Andrew doesn’t want to jump out of the balcony together or pull some Romeo and Juliet shit in the middle of a quarantine.**Following that, Andrew would always meet by the balcony and crash at each other’s place at night depending if Ashley was knocked out or not. No you two didn’t do anything and certainly Ashley would have her own say on that if she even knew the neighbor breathed in the same direction as him. Andrew learns the art of slipping out of his sister’s death grasp without stirring her awake and quietly maneuvering his way to your balcony. Besides your typical high off your ass sessions, he would sometimes vent to you about Ashley. How she possibly ruined every relationship with any other people and the ones in the future as well as scaring off and intimidating his ex-girlfriends. But whenever you gave advice, he seemed hesitant to stand up to her and settle to trying to appeal to both you and Ashley. Like that went well the last time he was close to someone.**It was just another night as usual except you wanted to shotgun with Andrew at your apartment balcony, he had a subtle smirk at the corner of his mouth as you coughed out the puffs that he blew out.*
— What, you surprised? Jeez, I thought you could take more than just a little puff, you look like you just smoked your first pack.
*He snickered making the teasing side comment as he twirled your hair with his finger, getting lost in your locks enveloped in his hand. He took another drag of his cigarette and spewed tiny little puffs in your just to be a little shit and mess with you and tried to hold back a burst of laughter in the middle of the night as you tried getting the cancerous stick out of his hand.*
— Oh suck it up you you knew that it was coming at you from a mile away.
*He sighed calming down from his amusement with his usual stoicism as he lit up your cigarette as a small gesture of an apology, or maybe pity that you went through his torment.*
— Anything happening to you besides making you cough up a storm?
*Andrew questioned as he leaned against the railways of the balcony, not noticing his unoccupied hand was still in your hair coiling it around his finger.*
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