Ohio Is for Lovers

Lena's text tone on her phone kept going off again and again. She picked her head up off the pillow and groaned slightly to herself as she reached a lazy hand over to her phone to see what the big deal was. Unless someone was dying, she didn't care what the problem was.

Andy's name kept popping up on the screen every second but one message caught her eye:

I'm drunk and I miss you. I need you.

Lena sat up in bed and glanced over at Jake who was sound asleep, curled up into a ball with a solemn look on his slumbering face. She pulled her knees up to her chest and began to respond to Andy's rapid fire messages:

Where are you? She asked, hoping he was at least in his right mind enough to know where he was.

I don't know. He responded.

Lena rolled her eyes. What looks familiar to you?

Bacon street? Mmmm bacon sounds really good right now.

Beacon St. She knew exactly where Andy was. Just stay where you are. I'm going to come get you.

Hurry He typed. I love you

Lena grimaced as she stared longingly at Jake. She didn't want to have to leave his side in the middle of the night like this, but Andy was a drunken mess out on the street somewhere and she didn't want him getting into any more trouble than he already was in.

She gently draped the covers back and slipped out of bed, pulling down on her short shorts as they rode up in the back. She slipped on a pair of flip flops and hurried into the kitchen, grabbing her keys and heading out the door. Her car started with a loud roar in the still, silent garage. She pulled out onto the still busy streets of LA and began her hunt for Andy.

She couldn't believe him. Just earlier that day they had been joking around with the couch and everything seemed normal. Then, he goes and gets drunk at some random house party and starts drunk texting her like a seventeen year old girl at a college frat party texting her ex boyfriend. Lena peered down dark ally ways searching for a stumbling, lanky rock star. As she approached Beacon St, she spotted Andy sitting against the sign post gnawing on some unidentifiable object.

She pulled over on the side of the road and swiftly jumped out of her car, running towards him. "Andy!" She called out.

He looked up and smiled when he saw her jogging over to him. He hopped to his feet and took a few steps toward her.

"What the fuck are you doing out here?" She threw both hands at his chest and pushed him back.

He stumbled backward but managed to catch his balance. "I don't know..." He whimpered.

She sighed and took his hand. "Let's go."

He followed her like a lost puppy back to her car and got in on the passenger's side while she got in on the driver's side. His disoriented eyes traveled up and down her body. The cut of her loose tank top was low on either sleeve hole and the sides of her bare breasts peeked out. Andy's eyes situated themselves on her chest as she pulled the seat belt across her body.

She looked over at him. "Andy?"

He looked at her. "Sorry. Your boobs are so nice."

Lena dropped her forehead against the steering wheel. "I'm taking you home."

"No!" Andy whined. "I wanna stay with you."

"You're very drunk and you need to go home. I'm very tired and I want to go home." She explained to him.

She started the car and began to pull back onto the road. She glanced at the neon red numbers on the clock that read 2:45 AM.

They were both silent for a few moments; just listening to the sound of the pavement pass underneath them and the wind blowing in through the cracked open windows.

"I'll let you stay at my place tonight if you promise to be good and stop hitting on me." Lena compromised.

Andy shrugged. "Jake's gonna be mad at me."

Lena furrowed her brow as she pulled into the garage. "Why?"

"Because," Andy said matter-of-factly. "He's going to find out I'm in love with you."