“Come on, already, Ava. How long does it take to get ready to go get coffee?” Andy spoke, letting out a slight groan afterwards. It was early in the morning, and Andy wasn’t too akin to waking up this early. Well, aside from that one time at the hotel, when he and Ava were still awkward as hell. Ever since then, it had been normal wake up times. And he had to admit, his mood was a bit grumpy and tiresome. Though, it was mostly playful towards the brunette, and the young psychic hoped she knew that.
She probably does. We’ve been together for nearly a week now. Nothin to worry bout.A whole week seemed like a very fun year, if he was to be honest. They had done so much as a couple, and explored each other in as many ways as possible. Their interests, hobbies, likes, dislikes, and bodies. The bodies part was damn near mind-blowing, for Andy’s side. Hell, it still was. The special boy knew the sex would be good, if there would even be any, but not frigging perfect as hell.
“Tick tock, Ava…”
- Sam Winchester: Andy, you still with me, or what?
- Andy Gallagher: Give me a minute, I'm still working through "Demons are real."
“Hahahahaha… NO.”
“Too late for that, sunshine.” Andy sat up off the floor, reaching up to press a finger to the brunette’s foot at the edge of the bedside; sensing the usual click inside of the young psychic’s head, and sending the image of him in his birthday suit, to Ava’s mind.
(Source: thelookonhisface)
“Oh yeahhh?”
“Mhm. Remember how I can uh… transfer images, to anyone I want?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, I think I will.”
“Oh yeahhh?”
“Mhm. Remember how I can uh… transfer images, to anyone I want?”
(Source: thelookonhisface)
“You’re so… you’re such a. URGH. Flatterer.”
“That’s me. Flatterer, dorky, and the best boyfriend ever. Right?”
“You’re trying to get back in my good books now.”
“Yeah, but I could do that so easily.”
