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Why are feelings so hard to deal with?! Andrew shoved his face in his pillow. Ever since that call, it’s been super awkward between him and his favorite idol. Andrew almost thought it’d be better if they’d never spoken at all. Yes, it was cool to be able to talk to Victor, twice even, but the blonde just seemed more nervous than anything. Emma probably said something about him. Andrew knows that she talks a lot, so he was afraid that she’d said too much to Victor while they were talking. Since when did Andrew’s life get so eventful?! The things that had transpired over the past few days haven’t fully set in yet. Emma even said she would get him backstage passes for O-LETUS and EURY!DICE’s joint concert! He’d have to thank her again for that later. What if Victor sees him in the crowd though? Will he think that Andrew is creepy or something? Now that they were acquainted, it felt a lot different seeing the idol at shows. That wasn’t a good reason to stop going to the concerts though, since he genuinely enjoyed going. He’d just have to make himself unseen, which didn’t sound too terribly hard. Emma would probably understand, she knows how shy he can be about these things. As if she was listening, Emma’s profile rang on Andrew’s phone. It was like, the middle of the night!
“Hello?”
“ANDREW, ANDREW!”
The albino had to turn down his volume, he wasn’t expecting Emma to start yelling at him, especially in the middle of the night.
“W-What?”
“Guess what?”
“What…”
“Chicken Butt!”
Emma hung up the phone, after some giggling from her, and most likely Margaretha. They must’ve been prank calling people or something. It was nice to see that she was enjoying herself though, and that she could still be herself around her co-workers. He got another ding on his phone from Emma, which was a picture of Tracy, another member of the troupe, sleeping with a drawn on mustache. What in the world is going on? Is Emma drunk or something? His assumptions would soon be proven correct when he got a text message, also from Emma’s contact. “Sorry, Emma’s drunk..We’re doing some before show party, and a few of them got carried away, haha. Sorry for the trouble! -Victor” Andrew stared blankly at his phone. Ah. “That’s alright, no worries. She’s always been like that, have fun.” Was his reply. He turned his phone off, expecting it to be the end of the conversation, but he was surprised when he got another notification. “Thanks! Sorry for the notifications, I’m just pretending to be busy so Miss Bourbon doesn’t try to convince me to drink anything. Mike’s already passed out, so i’d like to just leave, but Emma’s begging me to stay and talk to hRLLO ANDTEQW!??!!?” What? “Sorry, Emma saw her name and took the phone..Anyways, you’re probably tired , so i’ll let you sleep. Have a good night! :)” That makes more sense. “Good night, Mr Grantz, have fun at the party.” “You can just call me Victor ^_^” And with that, the conversation was seemingly over. So they were on a first name basis, huh? This was really the last thing Andrew pictured himself doing tonight. How many times was he gonna talk to this guy? He wasn’t complaining though. After about 15 minutes, he got another message. It couldn’t be Emma again, could it? Well, evidently, it could. It was just a selfie of Emma, Margaretha, Mike, and Victor. Mike was still knocked out on an armchair, Margaretha was smiling, holding up a peace sign, Emma was taking the selfie, and Victor was nervously smiling in the back. Victor was seemingly the only sober one, as the others looked absolutely wrecked. At least they were having fun? The picture was sent with the message, “HELLI ANDRN!!?!’’ So Emma was probably the one typing. “Sorry again, you should probably turn on do not disturb if you’re looking to get any sleep tonight. Just be prepared for a lot of odd pictures of Mike, that’s all i’m saying..” Andrew laughed a little to himself. “Again, you’re fine. If it was really that annoying, I’d already have turned it on. It’s a little entertaining, so I really don’t mind.” Andrew was then bombarded with pictures of Mike, from different angles and with weird filters. Emma also took pictures of Margaretha posing with Mike, putting bunny arms on him and doing generic couples poses. From what he had heard from Emma, Margaretha was already a bit of a handful, so he couldn’t even imagine what Emma AND Margaretha were like wasted. Mike was also loud and outgoing, so who knew what he was like when he was awake. The texts seemed to stop coming after a few minutes, until he got a two minute video. Now what on God’s green Earth could this be? He opened the video, seeing Emma and Margaretha on a little stage in the bar. Oh no… “ ‘V-*hic Victor are you recording?’ ‘Y-Yeah..’ ‘GREAT! LETS DO THIS, M-*hic* MARGIE!’ ‘i’m so sorry…’” Emma and Margaretha started dancing to the Cupid Shuffle on the stage, with everyone in the bar cheering them on in the background. Victor sounded more than a little embarrassed. “Please don’t show this to Emma, she’ll kill me tomorrow..” Victor sent after the video. “I won’t, don’t worry. You should probably delete these off of her phone when you get a chance.” Andrew gave him a suggestion. Emma would probably pass out sooner or later, every time she drank with Andrew she couldn’t take a lot. As if the world was listening, he got another text. “Um, Emma just fainted, do you have any idea what to do? Margaretha probably won’t be much help, she looks like she’s down the same road as the others.” Andrew thought a bit. Usually he just left her with whoever else they were with. It also seemed that they were at the hotel bar,. “Do you know which room she’s staying in? I’m sure an employee can help.” “I don’t, but i’ll check.” Victor left and texted him back about a minute later. “They told me the room number, but they said it was my responsibility to get them back since they still need to do their job. I’ll have to see if Margaretha has her keys on her before she passes out, though.” Andrew hesitated to send the next message, but he wanted to help somehow. He’d feel bad just letting Victor carry around 3 unconscious people across a hotel. “Do you need any help? I can't sleep anyways.” He sent. “I’ll be okay, don’t worry about it. I’d hate to drag you even farther into this.” Andrew’s mouth curled into a frown. Did Victor really think he was bothering him? “You’re not dragging me into anything, it’s alright. I’d just feel guilty making you do all of that.” After a few seconds, Andrew got the final reply. “Alright..I’m at the Apollo Hotel.” Andrew got up, put on some decently good clothes, and left his home. It was 12:00 at night, so most people were probably sleeping. There weren’t many people on the road, so traffic wouldn’t be a problem. He got to the hotel about 10 minutes later, getting increasingly nervous. He came in, found the bar, and searched for where Victor might be. He saw the blonde, sitting awkwardly with the 3 sleeping people next to him. So Margaretha did pass out, huh?
“Hello, Andrew! Again, I’m so sorry about this. You really didn’t have to help.”
Victor bowed profusely. Andrew shook his head.
“I-it’s okay. It’s really not bothering me at all.”
Andrew picked up Emma and Margaretha, while Victor carried Mike. Andrew didn’t have much trouble, since his arms were strong from his grave keeping job.
“Oh wow, you’re really strong! Thanks again for helping, I really owe you one.”
Andrew blushed at the blonde's words.
“T-thanks..And i chose t-to do this, so don’t stress over it.”
Andrew and Victor entered the elevator.
“Did you ever find the room key?”
Victor nodded, taking it out of his pocket.
“I got it right before Margaretha passed out. I was hoping she’d be able to stay awake a little longer, but it’s fine.”
The idol chuckled. When they got to the girls’ floor, they walked down the hallway to room 125. Victor fished the key out of his pocket and swiped it on the door. The light turned green, and they walked into the doorway. Andrew set down Emma and Margaretha on the beds, and they both set off for Victor and Mike’s room. There wasn’t much to say, and both of them weren’t that great at communicating, so they just walked in silence. They finally made it to the room, Mike still in Victor’s arms.
“I t-think i’ve got it now. But really, thank you s-so much for coming on such short notice.”
Victor pressed the key onto the door.
“I-I really do owe you, though. D-do you wanna get coffee…sometime…? I’ll pay for it, I just feel like I need to repay you somehow..”
The blonde was as red as a tomato. He got flustered so easily, which was something Andrew thought was really cute about him.
“O-Oh! Yes, of c-course! Is Thursday at 2:00 good for you?”
Andrew sputtered.
“That’d be great! Meet me at Athena’s Cafe, is that okay?”
Victor’s eyes lit up. Who knew Andrew could cause such excitement to one of the most influential people in his life?
“Y-yes, that’s fine.”
“O-Okay, goodbye! Thanks again!”
Victor waved and shut the door, leaving the other man dumbfounded. Was he seriously getting coffee with Victor Grantz?! He could barely wait.