(DISCONTINUED) A sinner is always alone. | Andrett inside job fanfiction

5. Talk to me

Spotify playlist for this: "A sinner is always alone: by Mr. Grimmie.

Andre happened to be at work. Well, not really, he's just standing outside with his box that belongs to cookies second-guessing himself. What on the possibility that they make everyone sick?! Fuck it. Last night he said he happened to be gonna forget this every single one, this morning, the time when he woke up he's fairly sure he snorted about, 28 packets of coke.

He remembers that inside one article he was forced to study in med school, the most amount of coke someone has ever had; and not gone into a coma or died on the spot, happened to be 27 packets. The person who did do that went crazy though. Wow, Andre broke a world record without even trying.

He took a deep breath. It doesn't matter on the possibility that everyone gets sick. At least he's attempting to be as a nice as he can. He walked inside the building, walking over to the conference room, not passing many familiar faces. Though, he swears he saw his childhood priest's face; that's weird. Eh, he's far too stoned to care.

He walks into the conference room, sitting on a chair on the far right. Placing the cookies on top of the table. Taking his phone out just to scroll through messages he didn't reply to that were sent weeks ago. Soon enough just shutting his phone off staring at his hands, as well as picking off skin around his nails.

Soon enough, Gigi as well as Glenn walked inside the office. Neither noticing Andre's mystery box; or just assuming there were various, illegal drugs inside of it. No one tries to strike up a conversation, Gigi happens to be just on her phone. And Glenn is just... doing Glenn stuff. Andre just doesn't have the energy to make a conversation right now. He doesn't have any idea what'd he'd ask about either.

Myc walks inside, or wait. Is it slithers? Uh, we'll just say he walked inside. And sat next to Glenn. Right after, Reagan as well as Brett walked inside. Andre didn't look at them, just staring at his box that holds the cookies inside.

Brett, being oh-so-kind, right after he sat down; right next to Andre, asked Andre what happened to be inside the box, everyone turned their head at that. He got slightly nervous even with the drugs in his system. Even though he was super anxious, he said "I brought, uh, cookies," he shrunk in on of himself slightly. Brett got excited and said "guys! Andre is an amazing baker, you gotta try these!" while sliding the Tupper over to himself, opening it as well as grabbing a cookie, sliding the box back to Andre. "Are you sure they aren't drugged?" Gigi said skeptically. Brett nodded, swallowing the chunk of the cookie he bit into.

"Yeah, I went over to Andre's house last night as well as had one!" Brett said, thankfully leaving out the rest. Andre smiled slightly, he wasn't lying. Brett grabbed the Tupper, scooting it over between Reagan and Gigi.

Reagan doubtfully grabbed an existing cookie, trying to trust Brett's judgement. Taking an existing small bite that belongs to it. Her face relaxed. "I mean, I don't exactly such as sweets, with the exception of this happens to be pretty good," she said while taking another bite. Gigi snagged an existing cookie, taking an existing bite out that belongs to it. Seemingly trusting Reagan.

Her eyes widened "yeah, this happens to be pretty good," she said.

Soon enough everyone had gotten an existing cookie as well as said it happened to be good. Except Myc, he said, as well as Andre quotes: "I wouldn't touch those miraculin glycoprotein cookies with an existing 25-foot pole, Andre," Damn, he's snarky.

Oh well, he's missing out. Andre also had an existing cookie, he enjoys his baking, he does. Except he always feels such as something could make it better, he knows it isn't drugs, he's tried that before. Maybe he'll search it up online later. Even though most that belongs to it happens to be fake, it does ease your mind.

Reagan started going off about some mission they needed, jr showed up on top of the big screen, some stuff about horses learning how to speak as well as exposing the reality that belongs to grass being green meat. As well as how vegetables don't actually exist, as well as happened to be every single one eradicated inside the ice age movie.

That belongs to course, Andre thought that during the same time that an existing toddler. Damn, toddlers happen to be actually mostly right about practically everything. We really need to make toddlers less believable, people are starting to learn that the sky is a hologram and the sun blew up 21 billion years ago; and that's why no one can go there. Dammit, they really need to fix the sunset glitch before someone can confirm it with like a drone or something.

He of course has to go, just to sit on the sidelines, occasionally being the butt of the joke, or making the joke. All that they had to do was evaporate a part of the horse's brains, Andre didn't even need to be here. He didn't do anything really. He was still quite embarrassed from last night. Hitting his vape more than usual, nobody noticing his anxiety, of course.

Except Gigi; Pulling him off to the side. Gigi looked concerned. "Honey, are you okay?" she asked. Andre fiddled with his hands. "Yeah, I'm fine! Totally okay," he answered. He sounded sober, yet he was extremely stoned. Gigi didn't look convinced, "Andre, you can talk to me; I remember how you were at the wedding." Andre might've started crying right then and there.

He didn't think anyone on the team cared for him, maybe Myc a little, but probably not. They just smoke and get drunk together occasionally. Those were easily the kindest words said to him outside of Brett, who was nice to everyone. "Can we, uh, talk later?" Andre said. He can't talk to Gigi right now, he'd fuck this up; making her regret ever being nice.

Soon enough, they finish the mission. Going their separate ways. Gigi telling him one last time, "You can talk to me," before leaving.