Morning came and small grunts woke me up from my intoxicating sleep. A grumble came from my lips and I covered my face with my hands. I took a few breaths before forcing myself to grab my phone and look at the time. It was 1 PM, but I could still go back to sleep from how tired I was. Last night was long and eventful and it left me drained. One person it didn't leave drain, obviously was Andy. I kept hearing her grunt.

Placing my phone on the nightstand, I looked down on the floor at my bedside. Andy was down there doing push-ups effortlessly. Her hair was sprawled out all over the place. I ended up giggling not only at her hairdo but her randomness. Who the hell gets up and starts doing pushups willingly? I could never. The first thing I think about when I wake up is food and what's trending on Twitter.

"You have a nice butt," I complimented Andy with my eyes still half-closed. I never paid much attention to her backside but it wasn't that bad. It was cute and plump.

"Is that why you were feeling on it last night," she asked me with a hint of a laugh. I chewed on my bottom lip as I watched her back and arm muscles restrict every time she went down and back up. Andy was pretty fit. I guess she had to be. Gun fights, fighting in general and always being on the move caused for some extracurricular exercise. "You couldn't keep your hands off of me."

"Excuse me? Last night, you were the one who had your hands places they shouldn't have been," I quickly pointed out before she could tell anymore lies. Last night, Andy was the one feeling on my butt and anything else that she could grab. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was really touchy.

"You liked it," she decided to give in with a deep breath.

I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and jumped onto my feet. "What are you even doing? Who does push-ups as soon as they wake up?"

"I like to do 100 push-ups every morning when I wake up. Sometimes I forget, but I still like to do them. It gets me pumped for the rest of the day," she told me as she tried to manage her breaths.

"What number are you on," I asked curiously. I began stretching and I rubbed my eyes to help me wake up more.

"73. 74. Ow!"

I couldn't resist it. I had smacked her ass and her reaction had me cracking up. She was so dramatic. She stopped doing push-ups and jumped to her feet swiftly. She suddenly grabbed my hips and pushed me down on the bed. I fell back on it and giggled as she stared at me as if nothing was funny. "Get off of me, sweaty," I complained.

"Make me, doc," she told me as she struck up a brow.

Before I could do or say anything, a vibration came from my dresser across the room. Andy rolled her eyes and got off of me to jog over and grab it. I sat up as she answered it. The conversation lasted a little longer than I expected so I hopped in the shower during it. Once I got out and ready, she was still on the phone looking as annoyed as ever. She was sitting on my bed with her hand over her eyes. I surprised her by sitting on her lap. Her arms instantly wrapped around me and she kissed my shoulder.

"Yeah, man. That sounds good. Pleasure doing business with you. Let's get a drink sometime. Yeah, alright. Bye." Andy hung up the phone and let out a huge sigh.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, just negotiated a gun deal with the Mexicans. Macho is a hard one. He always has to get more from the deal, but I think we broke halfway this time," Andy said proudly. "You smell so good," she told me before kissing my neck. She then buried her nose into my neck and chuckled.

I laughed at how adorable she was. "Why don't you get a shower and we can go eat? My treat."

"Sounds good, baby girl."

To celebrate her deal, Andy suggested we go to a Mexican restaurant to eat. I didn't know her gang actually made deals with other gangs, so it was good to know she had some allies. During our lunch, it was pretty quiet. Both of us were starving so only food was going in our mouths and not much was coming out. But once we got done eating, Andy gave me a perplexed look. "What is it? Do I have something on my face," I asked with embarrassment. I self-consciously wiped at my face but Andy shook her head as she laughed.

"No. There's nothing on your face. I was just thinking about last night. The ring. You said you would tell me about it in the morning. But I guess we woke up past noon," she reminded me.

My stomach turned a little bit at the mention of the ring. I wasn't sure if I was ready to tell Andy about it. I was kind of hoping she would just forget she ever saw it or asked about it. Looking down at my empty plate and then around the restaurant, I could tell Andy knew I felt uncomfortable. "We can save it for another time," she suggested.

"No, its fine," I forced myself to say. I had to get this off of my chest someday. Why not now? Now was better than before we got too far down the road. "I was engaged," I told her bluntly. I didn't know how else to get out the words so I pushed them out. The blurt didn't give me the outrageous reaction I was expecting, instead Andy seemed unbothered.

I decided to continue since the first part went so well. "Before I moved here, I was engaged to a guy named Eric. We started dating sophomore year of college. He wanted to be a doctor. I wanted to be a doctor. We were perfect. He was amazing. When he asked me to marry him, I felt like the luckiest girl on the planet. A month after our engagement I found out that I was pregnant. We felt like the luckiest couple on the planet. That's until not even a few weeks after I found out I was pregnant, I caught him with another woman. He got drunk and slept with her. I was heartbroken. The only thing I knew to do was to call off the engagement and get an abortion. Luckily only us and close friends knew about the pregnancy. It was the toughest months of my life after that. I thought I had it all planned out but I didn't. Eric's a nice guy and I know he'll make some girl happy, but it's not me. I can't trust him after that night. The ring was his grandmother's. He allowed me to keep it because he claims I'm the only girl he'll ever love. I keep it just not to be rude. I haven't talked to him since the breakup."

As the story progressed, I got a little more reaction from Andy, especially the pregnancy part. Her eyes widened and she shifted uncomfortably. I started to regret even telling her. I was so stupid in the past to allow myself to get pregnant and engage someone at such a young age. I just prayed she didn't judge me. "Do you still have feelings for him?"

"Of course not. That's in my past. He's part of the reason I moved here. I needed a breather from home. When I was there I would see him every other week. I feel free here and I love it here. I love being with you. I have no feelings for him at all," I told her. It was true. Eric and I had history. We had our good times, but I was over it. I was over him. I deserved better and maybe even he deserved better. "I just hope this doesn't make you look at me any differently."

Andy reached across the table and took my shaking hands. "We're good. This doesn't change anything. I have a confession to make too. I was also engaged. I still see my ex nearly every day. I thought she was the one but she was f-cking anyone and everyone behind my back. Now she's like the clubhouse slut. I know how it feels to be heartbroken and cheated on, Delaney. It's a horrible feeling."

I never thought Andy could relate to me in this way. We both had brutal engagements and we had both been cheated on. Who the hell would cheat on Andy? I'd like to meet the b-tch. She blew her shot. Andy was the sweetest person I've ever met which was ironic due to what she does for a living. She's a gem that you can't easily let go. "That's why I don't like being called, "Dee." He used to call me that," I explained.

"Well, Eric f-cked up. I kind of would like to thank him for that. Without him, I never would have met you."

"Hey, now. Let's not get corny."

"Why not, honey munchkin," Andy asked me adorably in a high tone. I snorted from laughing so hard. "What a dork."

"Shut up and kiss me." Andy leaned across the table and granted me a kiss. I smiled against her sweet lips before licking my own lips. "Mmm, tastes like salsa."

The waitress walked up with the bill in her hand. "Will this be together or separate?"

"Together," we both said simultaneously as we both reached for the bill in her hand. She looked confused and I was a bit confused too. I said that lunch was on me. No way was I going to let Andy pay.

"Hand it to me, sweetheart," Andy told the girl with a charming smile.

I scoffed. She better ease up with the pet names before I get jealous. It didn't take much. "Can you please give it to me," I urged.

The waitress looked from Andy to I. Her brown eyes were wide and it was obvious she didn't know what to do. She probably just got this job. It was most likely her first job. She looked like a high school student. "Um, I'll just put it here," she told us as she sat it in the middle of the table. We both quickly reached for it but I was the victor. The waitress quickly made a run for it so she wouldn't be to blame.

"Come on, darlin'. Hand over the check," Andy said exhaustedly.

"I want to pay for you."

"You don't ever have to pay when you're with me, darlin'. Now hand it over. I don't want you spending any money on me."

"No."

"Delaney."

"Andrea."

A breathy chuckle came from her lips before she rolled her eyes. "Fine, stubborn. Pay for it."

"I will, hermosa," I told her before quickly leaning over to peck her frowning lips.

Andy had to go after lunch, which made me unbelievably sad. I had spent all night and nearly most of the day with her, but I was so upset when she had to go. When she told me she had to leave, I may or may not have thrown a tiny temper tantrum and shed one tear, but I understood she had work to do. The girls wanted to spend time together anyways. So I guess it all worked out.

"You two are practically dating. It's adorable," Tyra said as she flipped through the television channels. She skipped through everything until finally she got to a reality show about some famous family. I didn't keep up with TV but the girls loved this show about this family that stayed in drama. It was such a dramatic show and everyone on it seemed dumber than a doorknob. Whenever the girls put it on, I admit it was pretty hypnotizing but I would never watch it by myself.

"I'm telling you. She's never here. She's always with her," Mia stated as she threw a handful of popcorn in her mouth. Lisa was about to stick her hand in the bag of popcorn but Mia popped it. "Get your own, güey. I don't want cocaine residue on my popcorn."

"Just pour it in my f-cking hands," Lisa suggested as she put her hands out for some popcorn. Mia rolled her eyes and muttered some shady sh-t in Spanish. I snickered but Lisa seemed to not care what she said as long as she was getting popcorn and Tyra was too damn invested in the television show. "You should let us meet Andy again," Lisa said with a mouthful of popcorn.

I wasn't a fool. Lisa had a humongous crush on Andy. She was one of my best friends but I sure didn't trust her especially when she was strung out on some crazy sh-t. One thing I learned from spending weekends at Mia's house and being in her rough neighborhood: never trust a crackhead. Lisa was a crackhead, pothead, meth hoe, heroin addict and an overall junkie. There weren't many drugs that she hadn't tried. "She doesn't want you, puta," Mia replied for me.

"I'm not trying to take her away from Delaney. I just really like staring at her face. She's gorgeous. I don't think it's fair that Delaney gets to stare at her all the time," Lisa tried to justify herself. I don't give a f-ck what she said. The amount of times she saw Andy was going to be limited.

"I told her I was once engaged and pregnant today," I told everyone. Mia almost spit out her popcorn. I instantly got Tyra's attention and Lisa's mouth dropped open. "She took it well, like really well. She was engaged before too. She got cheated on just like I did except hers sounds a lot worse. She got cheated on multiple times with multiple different people. I couldn't imagine dealing with that."

"What the hell? Who would cheat on her? She's insanely attractive," Lisa argued.

"Maybe she cheated because Andy didn't make time for her. I mean, she's really invested in her career. Did you ever think about that, Delaney? If you guys get together she's always going to be busy," Mia pointed out.

"If we ever get together, I'm going to be just as busy. I'm on a break from school now but when I finally get to med school then we really won't have much time for each other."

"And you think that's okay?"

"Our time would balance out."

"Or you two would never see each other and end of cheating because there's never anyone there."

"That's stupid."

"That's realistic, mija."

"You're one to give advice when you're talking to Carlos again!" Why I got so upset with Mia? I really don't know. In a way, she was making sense. She just didn't have room to talk. Carlos nearly ruined her life and she's back talking to the no good bastard.

Lisa and Tyra looked like they were out of place. They knew about Carlos and they knew it was always a sensitive topic for both Mia and I. He's the reason we got in most of our arguments. He almost broke up our friendship once. "Yes, I'm talking to Carlos. But remember, he's back in San Francisco. Carlos is a six hour drive away from here. We're not even dating again. We're literally just talking. It's nothing serious. Andy's here and things are getting serious very fast. You're falling for her and it's easy to tell. I'm just looking out for you."

"I don't need you to look out for me. I'm a grown woman."

Mia took a deep breath and put her hands up in the air. "Fine. Be hardheaded. I like Andy but when it comes down to it, she's a gangster. I've been with one before."

"She's not like Carlos."

"We'll see."

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How do you feel about Delaney's past?

Do you think Mia should be giving out advice?