Snippet #2680744

The pain builds in his chest.

He could only hope that it would go away as soon as his feelings for Naomi did. What used to be a harsh, sharp feeling at the thought of her, the way she loved- loves?- him, has emptied. It's a strange, numb feeling; maybe more because of the drugs.

He must have been thinking for quite some time, because he doesn't even notice Lorraine walk up until he hears her speaking to him. He lazily turns his head to look at her. The nickname, his nickname that his brothers so proudly bestowed on him, seemed ill-fitting now. He didn't want to be Valentine right now. "Can we quit with the Valentine shit for now? Just Andre, please," Andre mutters, pulling himself up to properly sit in the chair and inviting Lorraine to come sit beside him, "and I am very much intoxicated, thank you very much." Probably more intoxicated than a healthy amount, but Andre's never been into drugs, so it's hard for him to gauge too much or too little, especially in his emotional state.

"I know we're not exactly friends, more party buddies, but I consider you a real person- shit, not that. You know what I mean? Like, you're gonna give it to me how it is. That's why I like you Zetas." Andre rambles on, standing up and motioning Lorraine to follow him into the Beta house. He promised her a beer after the carnival, and although the carnival is still in its prime time, he doesn't believe that either of them will be returning to the carnival.

Andre grabs two beers from the fridge, popping off the caps, and handing one to Lorraine and inviting her out onto the back porch. "You probably don't care, but I told Naomi that I didn't love her anymore. I'm sure everyone's heard by now." He informs Lorraine nonchalantly. She was around when Naomi and Andre were together, at least Andre thought so. And she was the one that Andre would look for at parties, though she definitely didn't know that.