It’s been a long fuckin’ time. I’ve been in San Francisco for the last month or so, finished my BA in contemporary poetry in Oxford. Just gonna fuck around in the city ‘til I can find a decent job.
I’m doing okay. I don’t know if anyone still cares, but I’m doing okay.
Alice Lillian Matthews: The First Familiar Face In Weeks -> Andy & Alice
“You serious?” she asked, incredulous. She was proud of Quinn for not repressing her sexuality for once, but hadn’t she done nothing but warn about birth control? “Is she okay with everything? Losing her shit? What’s Puckerman’s stance on the matter?” She ran skinny fingers through her hair, trying to process all the facts. She honestly didn’t talk to anyone from Tisch anymore. Maddie was her best friend, and she was in Salem having a mental breakdown. They just had yet to reconnect. “And Rachel? How’s my Rachel doing? I just…don’t really talk to anyone. Been a bit of a shitbag about communication, to be honest. Bit of a shitbag about most things.” She shrugged. Quinn was pregnant, presumably with Puck’s kid. Jesus Christ.
A barista in a little grey apron brought her latte over. Andy thanked her, and briefly recognized her as one of the girls she’d seduced in a drunken stupor shortly after arriving in England. Her name was…Jennifer? Ashley? One of those names that was popular in the early 90’s.
Andy waved the steam off her latte and took a sip. This was the closest thing she’d had to real sustenance in days. Lettuce and gin do not a healthy diet make.
Alice nodded, taking a sip of her tea. “Mhmm. She’s pretty torn up about it, obviously. I’m not exactly sure how Noah feels about it, but he seems like the type of man to step up and take responsibility for what happened.”
She took another sip of her drink as she smoothed her skirt out under the table. When Andy asked about Rachel, Alice smiled and put down her tea. “Rachel is lovely, still a gold star, shining as bright as ever! She, Jesse, and Kurt are working on Spring Awakening, and Crowley is actually playing in the pit orchestra,” she broke off for a second, smiling. “I’m really proud of him.”
She stopped, as a barista came over and brought Andy her latte. “So what exactly have you been doing since youcame here?” she asked gingerly, not wanting to upset her friend.
Andy ran her hand through her hair. “It’s been…interesting. I’ve been writing nonstop, and I think this is the third day I’ve been sober since I arrived? I dunno, I just drink and fight, really. S’less than healthy, but it’s getting me through. I’m not actively trying to kill myself now, which is nice.” She shrugged and rubbed her eye, wincing at a muscle moving under one of the bruises on her back.
“Great that everyone’s doing well, though. Rachel will always be my little gold star. And what about…her?” she asked, straying into that ever dangerous Summer land.
Dear Summer,
Alice’s face is good for me. I feel safer and a little more grounded.
Latte was the first real food-like substance put into my body besides lettuce and scones in about a week.
Gin and lettuce do not a healthy diet make.
I miss you.
Love always,
Andy
“You serious?” she asked, incredulous. She was proud of Quinn for not repressing her sexuality for once, but hadn’t she done nothing but warn about birth control? “Is she okay with everything? Losing her shit? What’s Puckerman’s stance on the matter?” She ran skinny fingers through her hair, trying to process all the facts. She honestly didn’t talk to anyone from Tisch anymore. Maddie was her best friend, and she was in Salem having a mental breakdown. They just had yet to reconnect. “And Rachel? How’s my Rachel doing? I just…don’t really talk to anyone. Been a bit of a shitbag about communication, to be honest. Bit of a shitbag about most things.” She shrugged. Quinn was pregnant, presumably with Puck’s kid. Jesus Christ.
A barista in a little grey apron brought her latte over. Andy thanked her, and briefly recognized her as one of the girls she’d seduced in a drunken stupor shortly after arriving in England. Her name was…Jennifer? Ashley? One of those names that was popular in the early 90’s. Andy waved the steam off her latte and took a sip. This was the closest thing she’d had to real sustenance in days. Lettuce and gin do not a healthy diet make.
(Source: andy-of-camelot)
Andy curled up in her metro seat, messenger bag looped over her shoulder. A familiar face would do her good - not much in the way of repressing Summer memories, but it might help to remind her that she’s not totally alone. London sped past, a blur of brick and history out her window. Upon reaching her stop, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and half-jogged up to the cafe. She spotted Alice immediately.
“Alice!” she grinned, running over and hugging the girl from behind. “I’m gonna go grab a latte, but I want to hear everything!” She quickly ordered her drink and took a seat across the table. “Miss Matthews, I want to hear everything! We’ll talk my issues in a minute, but tell me about New York! How’s the boy? How’s everyone doing? How’s…” Her voice trailed off. Asking about Summer was dangerous territory, and she knew it.
