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MD - Chapter 201: End of the night
🕑 Added 2025-10-07 16:43:15 +0000 UTCWarning: a short scene R18 in this chapter đ
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"Hey," greeted Andrew as he closed the bathroom door behind him. "Were you looking for me?" he asked bluntly.
Madison straightened up, no longer leaning against the wall. She arched a brow, her expression neutral. "Looking for you? No, why would you think that?"
'So sheâs not going to admit it,' Andrew thought, amused. It made sense, Madison had already shown quite a bit of interest throughout the night, and heâd been playing dumb about it. She had her pride.
"Sorry, mustâve been my mistake," Andrew said, brushing it off with a casual wave of his hand. "Bathroomâs all yours."
He started walking toward the stairs, but as he walked past her, Madison reached out and grabbed him by the shirt.
"Wait."
Andrew stopped and glanced sideways at her. "Mm? What is it?"
It took Madison a few seconds to respond, as if the words were hard to say. "Actually... yeah, I was looking for you."
Andrew raised both eyebrows. He didnât smile, he knew he was treading on thin ice, and Madison had already been the one taking the initiative more than once. He wasnât about to rub it in.
"Oh, I see," he replied evenly. "What did you need?"
"Nothing in particular. I just wanted to talk, I guess," Madison said after a pause, shrugging slightly.
Andrew was about to answer when she cut him off with the question that really mattered.
"Do you seriously not pick up on my hints?"
Ever since Andrew arrived, Madison had greeted him at the door. Sheâd spent the first hour glued to the football group, but her attention had been fixed on him: laughing at his jokes, seeking conversation, inching closer. And Andrew did respond, sure, but the way youâd talk to another teammate, not a girl clearly trying to get close to you.
Besides, Madison was the one whoâd invited him to this party, and others before it. Sheâd been the one approaching him in the cafeteria all week, after practice, offering him water, making it obvious she was interested. And Andrew had even thrown a few playful comments back her way.
But tonight, he seemed different. Not distant, but cordial, nothing more. For someone like Madison, the cheer captain, that was a blow to the ego.
Thatâs why, after an hour of failed attempts, sheâd stepped back, until Katie texted her that Andrew was alone in the upstairs bathroom. It was now or never. She wanted an answer: did Andrew really not catch her signals, or was he just not interested?
"Fortunately, I did pick up on them," Andrew replied.
Madison looked down, her hand still gripping his shirt.
"Then why didnât you do anything? Am I not your type?" she asked directly, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty that clashed with her usual confidence. With any other guy, sheâd be in control, but Andrew was different.
Andrew was taken aback by her honesty.
"Itâs not that," he said after a beat. "As you probably know, same as everyone at school, I just got out of a relationship less than a month ago."
He couldnât deny that he found Madison attractive: she was pretty, confident, had a strong personality, the kind of girl who made the first move when she liked someone. Plus, she understood football because of her role as cheer captain. They had common ground.
But he was still processing what happened with Pippa.
Madison nodded, still holding onto his shirt but calmer now, relieved that she wasnât invisible to him.
Andrew went on, "Thatâs why I donât want to start anything new. I want to stay focused on football. Between practices, all the pressure and, well, Iâm still moving on from what happened."
The 'pressure' part wasnât entirely true, it didnât really weigh on him, but his schedule was demanding, and starting a relationship, with all the expectations and emotional energy it required, wasnât something he wanted right now.
There was a short silence. Then Madison looked up, expression steady but understanding.
"I get it," she said. "But you donât have to take everything that seriously, you know?"
Madison took a step closer, meeting his eyes with that mix of playfulness and determination that defined her.
"Iâm just saying⊠if thereâs interest, we could get to know each other better, see where it goes. No strings attached."
Andrew looked at her, fully aware of how close sheâd gotten. His gaze lingered, taking in the details, the fitted gray top that hugged her curves, the plaid skirt sitting low on her hips with a bold belt, and the simple necklace that glimmered under the hallway light.
She smelled like something sweet and fresh. 'How the hell did she even have time to shower and get ready like this?' he thought.
He, on the other hand, had barely managed a ten-minute shower in the stadium locker room before throwing on something comfortable.
"If you really mean it, no strings, nothing serious right now, then yeah. Iâm interested," Andrew said finally, locking eyes with her.
Madison smiled immediately, satisfied, as if sheâd been waiting for that answer all night.
"Perfect. I completely understand."
Andrew barely had time to return the smile before she closed the distance and kissed him with sudden intensity.
He was taken aback by her boldness, but he didnât pull away, quite the opposite. He leaned in slightly so she wouldnât have to stay on tiptoe and placed his hands on her narrow waist. For several minutes, they stayed like that, losing themselves in the kiss.
Eventually, Madison pulled back just enough, her hands still cupping Andrewâs cheeks. She smiled, her lips brushing his as she whispered softly,
"Iâve been wondering for a while what your lips tasted likeâŠ"
Andrew let out a quiet, amused laugh. "Didnât know I was that desirable."
"Youâre much more desirable than you think," Madison teased, her tone light and confident. "Youâre just too obsessed with football to notice."
Andrew was about to kiss her again, he much preferred that to wandering around the house alone while Howard and Leonard were busy with their girls, Nick and Victor were off doing their own thing, Sedric was hanging out with classmates, and Thomas was with his girlfriend.
But Madison stopped him with a firm hand.
"Wait," she said. "Letâs go somewhere more private."
Andrew raised an eyebrow, glancing down the empty hallway. "Arenât we already alone up here?"
"Yeah, but weâre literally by the bathroom door. Katie or anyone who uses this bathroom could walk in at any moment," Madison explained calmly.
Then, with natural ease, she took his hand and led him down the second-floor hallway. She moved with such confidence it was clear she knew the house almost as well as the owner. Finally, they reached one of the rooms.
Madison opened the door without hesitation, almost like it was hers, and gently pulled Andrew inside.
Once they stepped in, the thumping of the music downstairs became a muffled hum, the room felt like a small refuge.
Andrew glanced around, curious. It was a big room, almost twice the size of his. He couldnât help but feel a little envious; he couldâve fit so many more comics, figures, even a proper setup in here.
There was a double bed, too. He only had a single. How comfortable would that be to sleep on? Right now, even? The thought tempted him, he was already feeling drowsy.
"This room...?" Andrew asked, uncertain. The double bed made him wonder if it was Katieâs or her parentsâ.
"Relax," Madison said with a small smile, taking his hand again and guiding him toward the bed. "Itâs Katieâs, not her parents."
Andrew let her guide him. Madison made him sit on the edge of the bed, then climbed onto his lap, now looking down at him from a slightly higher angle.
She placed her hands on his face and smiled. âLetâs pick up where we left off,â she said before diving back into their kissing session.
Andrew didnât complain, this position was a lot more comfortable. The kisses started out intense, then gradually softened into something slower and deeper.
Neither of them pushed things further. Andrew hadnât even thought about bringing condoms to a night like this, unlike Howard, who was always bragging about being prepared. Besides, doing it in someone elseâs bed didnât feel right to him.
Madison felt the same. Even though she wanted him and liked him more with every minute, she didnât want to rush it. And what surprised her, and made her like him even more, was that Andrew didnât need her to spell it out. He wasnât like most guys, desperate to go straight to sex no matter the time or place. That calmness, that self-control, that ability to just enjoy the moment without expecting anything, thatâs what made him so attractive for her.
'How can he be this perfect?' Madison thought, discreetly wiping a bit of saliva from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
She slid to the side, sitting next to him but staying close. Andrew, meanwhile, let himself fall back onto the bed with a long sigh, staring up at the ceiling.
âIâm exhaustedâŠâ he muttered, stretching his arms out.
The mattress was so comfortable that for a second, he seriously considered just sleeping there. Katie wouldnât get mad at the MVP of the night, right?
Madison chuckled softly, rolling over until she was just a few inches away from him, then nestled against his chest.
âYeah, me too,â she murmured, feeling the warmth of Andrewâs body wrap around her.
They had both been up since early morning, each with a physically demanding day, Andrew with the game, Madison with the endless cheer routines sheâd led throughout it.
âWhat time is it?â Andrew asked, his voice a little muffled.
Madison sighed and reached into her chest, pulling out her phone.
Andrew glanced at her sideways, raising an eyebrow. âYou seriously keep your phone in there?â
âOf course,â Madison replied matter-of-factly, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world. âMy skirt doesnât have pockets, and if I can make use of my big chest, why not?â
Andrew didnât respond, hard to argue with that logic.
âItâs two-thirty in the morning,â Madison said after checking the screen, then tucked the phone back into place.
'I canât fall asleep here,' Andrew thought, forcing himself to stay awake.
Madison sat up slightly in bed, looking at Andrew. 'He deserves a reward, right?' she thought with a smile, her gaze slowly moving down from his face.
Without warning, Madison placed her hand on Andrew's crotch. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at her, slightly surprised by the sudden movement.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked.
âIt's tough. I think I can fix that,â Madison replied as she pulled down his pants, leaving him covered only by his boxer shorts.
Madison settled herself more comfortably and placed both hands there, looking at Andrew. âCan't I?â she asked in a feigned innocent voice, tilting her head slightly, as if she wanted him to say yes.
Andrew stayed in bed and stared at her silently. They couldn't have sex because he didn't have condoms, and it would be weird to do it in the bed of a stranger.
But a blowjob... that's another story. They don't need condoms, and considering that the kissing and touching clearly turned him on, it wouldn't hurt.
âGo ahead,â Andrew finally said.
Madison smiled as if she had won the grand prize. She was internally surprised by Andrew's calmness, even in this situation.
She pulled down his boxers, and when she saw that, she couldn't help but open her eyes in pleasant surprise and remain silent, staring.
âSo...?â asked Andrew, who felt strange that she was staring at his soldier in silence without doing anything.
âOh, yes, sorry,â said Madison, as she tied her hair back in a ponytail.
'It felt big, but this,' she thought, as she reached out and grabbed it.
Andrew felt a slight tingling sensation, and Madison began the manual labor, first with her hands and then with her mouth.
'Wow, she's good,' thought Andrew, watching Madison, who was totally focused on the job.
He looked back up at the ceiling, enjoying the sensation. It was very relaxing after a physically demanding game. Finally, after several minutes, he couldn't hold back any longer. âHey, I'm coming,â he warned Madison.
But she didn't care and actually increased the pace. Andrew couldn't hold back any longer and finished in her mouth.
Andrew, breathing a little faster than usual, looked up and saw Madison straightening up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and suddenly swallowing, without further ado.
âReally?â Andrew asked with a small smile.
Madison looked at him more seriously than usual and replied, âYes, we don't want to mess up Katie's room. I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back.â
Andrew nodded, pulled up his pants, and lay back on the bed, waiting. He really preferred that she wash her mouth in case they continued kissing.
In less than five minutes, Madison returned and lay down next to him, snuggling back into his chest. âDid you like?â she asked.
Andrew nodded without hesitation. âYes, service approved, ten out of ten.â
âIt's not a service,â Madison corrected, poking him with her finger on his cheek. âIt's an exclusive gift for you.â
âWell... then I can't be outdone,â Andrew said, getting up and climbing on top of Madison.
Madison let out a small cry of surprise at the movement and looked at him with amusement and caution. âWhat are you doing?â she asked, but Andrew began to kiss her and with his right hand began to move down until he stopped at her skirt.
He pulled away from her lips and looked at her, waiting for her confirmation. Madison nodded slightly, feeling a tingle of nerves and excitement as Andrew's hand slid under her skirt to her pussy.
As Andrew expected, she was wet. He had noticed it in her ragged breathing, her chest rising and falling. So he decided he wasn't the only one who could leave satisfied.
He began to move his hand. Madison shuddered and moaned as quietly as she could. But she couldn't hold back for long; she realized Andrew was good at moving his hand. Besides, having him stare at her from a few inches away with those hypnotic green eyes excited her and made her nervous at the same time.
Finally, Madison couldn't take it anymore and came with a louder-than-usual moan. As she breathed heavily with her eyes closed, Andrew took his hand out and looked.
'I have to go to the bathroom...' he thought as he got out of bed.
âYou... you're good...â said Madison, without getting out of bed.
âThanks, I'll be right back,â replied Andrew, as he left the room and returned in less than five minutes.
He lay down next to Madison, who snuggled up against him again, and they both fell silent. After that mutual satisfaction, sleep was heavier than ever.
To keep himself from dozing off, Andrew started talking to her: about the game, about how sheâd experienced it from the cheerleadersâ side, the nerves before kickoff, the shouting in the stands.
Little by little, between stories and laughter, time slipped by until the clock hit three and few minutes. There wasnât much left to say. The silence that settled between them was thick with exhaustion, almost an invitation to sleep.
Madison yawned and turned toward him. âWill you take me home? Itâs not far.â
Andrew raised an eyebrow. âYeah, sure. Donât you have a car?â
âNope. And my friend, the one who usually drives me, is probably still flirting with some guy or dancing on the floor. The nightâs still young for her,â Madison said with a playful sigh. âI donât know how she doesnât feel tired. Must be the alcohol.â
Andrew sat up suddenly, shaking off the drowsiness. âAlright, letâs go. I canât fall asleep in someone elseâs room.â
Madison stood up too, and they walked together toward the door. To keep the conversation going, Andrew asked, âSo why donât you do what they do? Or ask some guy for a ride. Iâm sure thereâd be a long line of volunteers more than happy to take you home.â
By then, Andrew had already drawn a few conclusions: Madison hadnât had a drop of alcohol all night, she was completely sober, and just as tired as he was. If this was her usual routine at parties, did she always depend on that same friend to get home, even if it was five in the morning?
Madison smiled, tilting her head slightly as she looked at him. âI donât like alcohol. And as for asking a guy for a ride, yeah, I know I could. But I donât want to. Iâm picky. And since Iâve been interested in you, my eyes are only on you.â
Andrew fell silent for a moment. He didnât answer, just nodded slightly as he opened the door and stepped out of the room.
He knew there was something dangerous about the situation. Theyâd agreed on no strings attached, and yet Madison seemed very sure about who she wanted.
That kind of steady focus wasnât bad in itself, it showed she wasnât the type to mess around with just anyone, that she chose carefully where to place her attention, but it could also be the first step toward something deeper, exactly what Andrew had said he wasnât looking for.
They went down the stairs, and the noise of the party enveloped them again: thundering music, dim lights, a sea of people dancing and laughing.
They didnât stop; they moved straight toward the exit, not giving anyone a chance to approach them. A few heads turned as they passed, but they were walking fast enough that no one had time to say anything.
Within seconds, they were breathing the cool night air.
The Camaro wasnât far. Andrew was already thinking that after dropping Madison off, heâd have to come back for Howard and Leonard, though if Howard had gotten lucky with Alison, maybe heâd only need to find Leonard.
When they reached the Camaro, Madison paused before opening the passenger door. âSo this is the famous Camaro⊠finally, I get to ride in it,â she said with a smile, running her hand over the shiny paint as if inspecting it.
âItâs nice to see Bumblebee getting the recognition he deserves,â Andrew joked.
Madison gave him a puzzled look. âBumblebee?â
âYeah, thatâs the carâs name. Youâve never seen Transformers?â Andrew asked, incredulous. It was such a massive blockbuster that even non-fans knew it.
Madison shook her head. âIt sounded familiar, now I remember, the yellow car that transforms, but I didnât know it had such a weird name.â
'Shame,' Andrew thought as he got in and started the engine.
It took them barely five minutes to get to her place. Madisonâs house was surrounded by a wall and had a large gate, similar to Katieâs, but a bit bigger and more elegant.
âThanks for the ride,â Madison said, unbuckling her seatbelt.
Andrew was about to reply when she muttered, âShit⊠I left my purse in Katieâs room. My keys are in there.â
She searched everywhere, but it was clear she hadnât brought it. Andrew sighed, remembering heâd seen the purse on the vanity table back in the room.
âSeriously? That was the one thing you had to remember.â
âHey, Iâm tired! And itâs your fault for being so good with your fingers!â Madison shot back, crossing her arms.
'My fault? What does that have to do with anything?' Andrew thought, but he decided not to go down that road.
âYeah, whatever. Youâre sure you donât have it hidden somewhere, you know,â Andrew asked, half joking, half serious.
Madison let out a short laugh. âOf course not. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable itâd be to keep a metal key there?â
âA phoneâs way bigger, and that doesnât exactly look comfortable either,â he countered.
âItâs different,â Madison said, waving her hand dismissively.
Andrew exhaled, realizing how off-topic theyâd gotten. âAlright, so, your parents arenât home? They canât let you in?â
âNo, they went to a dinner with friends. Theyâll be back late.â
Andrew rubbed his forehead. âThen weâll have to go back. No other choice.â
But Madison shook her head firmly, her eyes lighting up as she remembered something. âNo, wait! I left my window open. I can get in through there. We just have to climb a bit, the wall first, then the roof, and open the window. Easy.â
Andrew looked at her like she was insane. âSeriously? Youâd rather climb walls at three in the morning than just go back for your bag?â
âYes! I want to sleep, not go back to that loud party. And besides, what if Katieâs in the room with some guy now? That would be awkward,â Madison replied.
Andrew put his hands on the steering wheel. âWell, good luck with that.â
âHey, no,â Madison stopped him, turning toward him. âYou canât just let me climb by myself in the middle of the night. What if I fall?â
Andrew gave her a look, trying to choose his words carefully. âHave some faith in yourself, youâre the cheer captain. Youâre agile, strong, and completely sober. Iâve seen you pull off stunts way harder than climbing a simple wall. You wonât fall, trust me.â
âThatâs not the point! Would you really let a girl climb a wall alone at this hour? Come on, AndrewâŠâ she said, shaking his arm in a mix of reproach and pleading.
Andrew closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. âAlright, fine. Iâll help you.â
He turned off the engine, and they both got out of the car, walking toward the tall wall surrounding the house.
âYou donât have some vicious dog or alarms waiting on the other side, right?â Andrew asked.
âRelax, thereâs nothing,â Madison assured him.
Andrew laced his hands together, and she placed one foot in them to push herself up. With a steady lift, he helped her reach the top of the wall with ease. Madison managed to balance at the top without trouble.
âYour turn,â she said from above, looking down at him with a smile. âMy roomâs on the second floor, so Iâm gonna need you up there too.â
Andrew sighed in resignation, took a few steps back, then ran forward, jumping and scaling the wall in one smooth, athletic motion before landing gracefully on the other side.
Madison, still perched on top, looked down at him with a mischievous smile. âCatch me.â
Andrew extended his arms and caught her easily, lowering her to the ground without effort. âYou know that wasnât necessary. You couldâve made that jump on your own.â
âI know,â Madison admitted with a laugh. âBut I like it when you touch me.â
Andrew shook his head, amused, and together they made their way around the house until they reached the side façade. There, on the second floor, Madisonâs bedroom window glimmered faintly, slightly open.
They climbed up with some effort, Andrew steadying her at the trickier spots, until Madison finally reached the frame and pushed the window open. With a soft creak, it swung wide.
Before climbing in, she turned toward him, half her body still outside. âWanna come in too?â
Andrew gave her a look. âSeriously? Your parents arenât home, the house is empty, and youâre inviting a guy in with you?â
âItâs not a big deal. I trust you,â Madison replied casually. âWe can just talk a little more if you want.â
Andrew stayed silent for a few seconds but eventually gave in. Inside waited a bed that looked far too tempting.
'Before heading back to the party, I could take a breather. If Howard or Leonard text me, Iâll go back,' he thought.
As soon as he stepped into the room, he moved through the moonlit space and dropped onto the bed, which welcomed him like a soft embrace.
âYou really are exhausted,â Madison said, laughing as she shut the window and turned on the bedside lamp.
âYeahâŠâ Andrew admitted, eyes closed. âAnd you shouldnât let guys into your room like itâs nothing, especially when youâre home alone.â
They mightâve known each other from school, and gotten closer since he broke up with Pippa less than two weeks ago, but tonight had definitely been the most intimate moment theyâd shared.
Still, it wasnât exactly wise to trust a guy that quickly, especially one whose hormones were running high after a night like this.
Madison laughed as she walked toward her wardrobe. âI trust you, Andrew. Since the first time I met you, I knew you were different from other guys. And so far, I havenât been wrong.â
She pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a light T-shirt. âDonât look, Iâm changing,â she warned in a teasing tone.
Andrew didnât even flinch. Not a glance. For a moment, temptation lingered, but he stuck to his principles and kept still.
When Madison reappeared, already changed, she lay down beside him.
They talked for a while longer, but soon exhaustion took over, and their words faded into silence.
After a long pause, Andrew felt the urge to sit up, he couldnât stay there. He pressed his hands to the mattress, ready to stand, but Madison suddenly leaned over and threw herself gently against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
âStay until I fall asleep, please,â she murmured softly. âI donât want to sleep alone in an empty house. It scares me.â
Andrew blinked. 'First she asks me to help her climb walls, now this⊠she always gets what she wants.'
The warmth of Madisonâs body, the softness of the bed, and the dim light from the bedside lamp made him hesitate.
'What does it matter?'
"Fine," Andrew finally whispered, settling in more comfortably.
Madison smiled, satisfied, closing her eyes as she nestled her head against his chest. While she drifted off to sleep, Andrew pulled out his phone to distract himself. The moment the screen lit up, a burst of light hit his eyes.
'ShitâŠ' he thought, quickly lowering the brightness.
He opened Twitter. The comments about the game against Servite flooded his feed. His name was trending, even more than his own teamâs. To read it online, youâd think he alone had defeated Servite, not Mater Dei.
Many were talking about the ratings, sky-high once again, speculating whether it might even surpass the already legendary game against Bosco. But what dominated the discussion were his stats: 35 touchdowns in 7 games.
Most couldnât believe it, especially because of how he did it: deep passes, lightning-fast drives, and flawless execution. Zero interceptions in league play, zero, another record. No short-pass schemes. Every offensive drive looked like a highlight reel, and thatâs what drove people wild. Plenty were already saying that Gatorade and the other award sponsors should start engraving his name on their trophies.
After scrolling for a bit, he switched to YouTube. The last time heâd checked, his channel sat around 3,060,000 subscribers. He hadnât yet uploaded the full documentary-style video from the Servite game, the pregame, highlights, and postgame, the kind that always caused huge subscriber spikes. But with all the buzz on Twitter, he wanted to see for himself.
When the number loaded, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction: 3,095,000 subscribers.
A jump of over 30,000 in just a few hours, all word of mouth and organic searches since the game ended.
'NigaHiga⊠Iâm coming for you,' Andrew thought with a confident smile.
With all the footage he and Howard had shot, the story behind the game, and the final result, the Servite video had everything it needed to become one of the most popular uploads on his channel.
If heâd already gained 30,000 without posting anything, how much would he gain afterward? 60,000? 80,000? Maybe more?
Surpassing NigaHigaâs roughly 3,150,000 wasnât looking like a distant dream anymore. The number one spot was closer than ever.
After finishing with Twitter and YouTube, Andrew put social media aside and went straight to his messages. He opened his chat with Rachel, theyâd talked a few times before on Facebook, but both agreed it was awkward to keep using it, so theyâd exchanged phone numbers.
There were several new messages. One of them was a video.
Andrew guessed immediately that it must be the clip of Monicaâs reaction. Curious, he played it at low volume so as not to wake Madison.
The video began in a living room, what he assumed was the Gellersâ house. Jack was sitting on one of the couches, confirming it, and Ross was in the frame too.
But what truly caught him off guard was seeing, for the first time, Chandler Bing. His eyes widened slightly.
Heâd known that since Monica, Ross, and Rachel existed, the rest of the Friends had to as well. And with Ross already in college, it made sense that heâd met Chandler by now.
Now only Phoebe and Joey were left to appear.
Chandler looked younger, with a more modern look than the few flashback photos Andrew had seen from the show in previous life, where he had those awkward â80s hairstyles.
Another thing that caught Andrewâs attention was Rachel. She was wearing a shirt with his number on it, just like Monica, but something about her drew him in more than he expected. 'She looks good,' he thought, before shaking his head to refocus on the video.
Finally came the moment heâd been waiting for: Monicaâs reaction. She froze for a split second in front of the TV, eyes wide, then jumped up with a high-pitched scream, covering her face with her hands, unable to contain her excitement as she shouted, âOh my God! He said my name!â
Andrew couldnât help but smile as he watched.
It was funny, yes, but there was also something warm about seeing how genuinely happy Monica looked over a simple shout-out from him.
After finishing the video, Andrew typed a reply to Rachel.
[Andrew: That video is gold. Thanks for recording it and sending it to me. I think Monica nearly broke the TV screen with that jump. Thanks for the messages and for watching the game, really.]
He added a few more lines, replying to earlier messages, then opened the group chat he shared with Leonard and Howard, telling them to let him know when they were ready to head home, but there was no immediate response.
They were probably still caught up in their respective missions for the night. Maybe Howard had actually gotten lucky and was finally experiencing his long-awaited first time.
Andrew sighed and, to kill time, started scrolling through memes on Facebook. The phoneâs glow softly lit his face, while the only sound around him was Madisonâs steady breathing, she was sound asleep.
The built-up exhaustion, the warmth of the room, and the comfort of the mattress soon outweighed his willpower. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until, unable to resist, he drifted off to sleep.
The phone slipped from his hands, landing on his chest, buzzing softly once more with a notification he never got to read.
Comments
Blank Noll
I really hope her parents walk in on this I wanna see them freak
Chartso_
Madison and Andrew?
