You and Andrew have been roommates for a few weeks now, always bickering and having arguments, mainly because Andrew didn't want to have a conversation with you or anyone in general. He had his own issues and he was glad you didn't pry into his private life.

He had his doubts about you at first, thinking you might be stalking him or what not, but soon found out you just broke up with your long term partner and had to move out of your apartment.

He started to enjoy your presence, in fact, he found the room all empty and cold whenever you were away. He loved your bubbly and friendly personality, your kind heart and how you didn't judge him. That didn't mean you guys weren't arguing anymore, oh no! Even now, you managed to shrink one of his shirts in the dryer, laughed at Andrew when he put it on and took it away from him when he tried to throw it away.

"Just throw it away." He was trying to get it out of your hands, not seeing why you were so hell bent on saving it. It's just a piece of cloths... He can buy another one easily.

"I said no! I can fix it!" Why you chewed on it was a mystery to him too, but you were determined to fix the damn shirt so you resorted to biting the shirt. You hated when people gave up on things so easily.

"Why would I wear something you chewed on?!" By now he had his arms around you, trying to pry the shirt out of your hands, his chest was pressed against your back as his face came closer to yours. That shirt...just became an excuse for him to be close to you.