[Cowritten with
loves_kitkats.]
Andy had beer, chips, dip, everything that he needed for a great day of football with the exception of four people between the ages of twenty-five and thirty eight. He missed his family. He missed yelling at the TV with them. He missed throwing food at them, and hearing about their lives, just generally being around family. It made him feel lonely. And he really didn't want to feel lonely.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself off the couch and made his way out towards the kitchen, searching out his roommate for the moment. "Hey, Jen? You around?"
She looked up, caught red-handed with a pint of ice cream and spoon. "Umm...yeah?" She smiled shyly.
"Busy?" he asked, smirking slightly as he saw her with the ice cream.
"Nope," she grinned.
He grinned back at her, before tilting his head back towards the living room. "Wanna watch the game with me?"
Jenny made a face. "I've told you I hate sports."
"Yeah, I know," he sighed. "And normally I wouldn't ask, but -- I'm feelin' kinda lonely in there, and I could use some company. You don't have to even pay attention, just -- talk to me."
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Andy had beer, chips, dip, everything that he needed for a great day of football with the exception of four people between the ages of twenty-five and thirty eight. He missed his family. He missed yelling at the TV with them. He missed throwing food at them, and hearing about their lives, just generally being around family. It made him feel lonely. And he really didn't want to feel lonely.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself off the couch and made his way out towards the kitchen, searching out his roommate for the moment. "Hey, Jen? You around?"
She looked up, caught red-handed with a pint of ice cream and spoon. "Umm...yeah?" She smiled shyly.
"Busy?" he asked, smirking slightly as he saw her with the ice cream.
"Nope," she grinned.
He grinned back at her, before tilting his head back towards the living room. "Wanna watch the game with me?"
Jenny made a face. "I've told you I hate sports."
"Yeah, I know," he sighed. "And normally I wouldn't ask, but -- I'm feelin' kinda lonely in there, and I could use some company. You don't have to even pay attention, just -- talk to me."
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