Chapter 3
by 
anonyem
Anything, you say?
You decide Andy's idea of 'anything' probably means washing his own dishes for a day or too - no way is he coming in.
"No," you say, firmly.
He starts talking again but it's late and your tired so you slam the door in his face and go back to your warm comfy bed. He can never speak to you again for all you care, you just want to get on with your life.