Andy almost glared at her. "It wasn't alone time. Xavier was there."
"So you're telling me there was no flirting?"
"I don't flirt."
Kennedy tossed her head back and groaned. "You're killing me, Smalls. When are you going to admit that you like him?"
"I don't like him!" Andy denied, raising her voice.
"Liar! I can see the all over your face!"
"If you keep going, you won't be able to see at all."
Kennedy rolled her eyes. "Okay, iron fists. All I'm saying is every single time you two are around each other, he practically melts into a puddle on the floor. You take his breath away."
Andy stared at her dourly. "I don't know how many times I have to say it. I'm an outcast and he's a normie. The chances of us ever working out is slim to nothing." She shook her hand once she was finished painting it to dry her nails. "He's just. . .a really good listener."
Kennedy half smiled. "So you do have conversations with him." She stated.
"Well, yeah. Sometimes. It's not often I get to express how I feel to somebody who's not around me 24/7."
"Okay, one, ouch. Two. . .awww." Kennedy said and poked her shoulder. "Look at you being all vulnerable. It's cute."
Andy rolled her eyes. "You're impossible."
"And you're stubborn."
"Potato, patotoe."
Their bedroom door swung open and Enid came running in. "Kenny, Andy, I need options!" She was dressed and ready for her date with Ajax. She looked to be in full panic mode. "How do I look?"
"You're very. . ." Andy examined her very bright outfit. "Pink."
"You look great, Enid. Ajax's is one lucky stoner," Kennedy praised.
"Thanks, KK!" Enid's smile was bright. She looked at Andy with pleading eyes. "Andy?"
"You look nice," she agreed. "If he hurts you, I'll make sure he's beheaded."
"Aww, Wednesday basically said the same thing!" She said bubbly. "Okay, I gotta go. Wish me luck!"
"Good luck! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Kennedy yelled as she slammed the door shut. She smiled. "She's liked Ajax for forever now. I can't believe they finally did something about it."
"Good for them," Andy muttered. She climbed off of her bed and walked over to hers.
Kennedy cleared her bed of the nail polishes. "So, I know you're never going to admit that you've got the hits for someone, but. . .does Wednesday like anybody?"
Andy narrowed her eyes. "Why do you ask?" She inquired and climbed under the covers.
"No reason. But, hypothetically speaking, if she did like somebody around here, who would it be?"
Her deadpan expression did not stray. "Uhhh, I'm not sure. Wednesday doesn't like anybody romantically. Never has," she informed.