A/N: Sorry its been so long since I updated this book! This next chapter is finally a step in the right direction for this book, and as people asked for theirs finally a bunch of interaction between Andie and Killian. I hope you guys like it! The POV shifts in the middle of the chapter so look for the indicators. Please let me know what you think in the comments! <3

Andie 

My appointment with Doctor Hopper, went much better than I had hoped for, and when he asked about my last name, he didn't push when I told him I wasn't ready to talk about my ex husband just yet. I knew talking about Jason was going to have to happen eventually but part of me thought that talking about him, would somehow lead him here to me. I told him about the piece of mail that I had been avoiding opening for the last few days and he asked if I would bring it during my next session and we could do it together. Somehow that made me feel more comfortable about it.

We also talked a little about my not so great neighbor situation, and without directly giving me advice, Dr. Hopper basically told me to try and talk with Killian, reintroduce myself...or introduce myself for that matter because we never really introduced ourselves to each other. For some reason he just automatically hated me, and for that I automatically hated him.

So after my appointment, I swung by the coffee shop and got a couple of coffees and now I was standing in front of Killian's door contemplating my life's decisions.
Just knock on the door Andie. It's not that hard. You have peopled before.
I sighed heavily.
Here goes nothing..
I knocked on the door and thought for a second that maybe he wasn't home but then the door opened and a bubbly blonde smiled at me.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Uh.. is Killian here?" I asked. The woman looked down at the cup holder in my hand with the two coffees.
"Oh! I didn't know that there was a coffee shop that delivered! Killian must have ordered coffee for us!" She beamed.
"No actually I-"
"Killian! The coffee you ordered is here!" The woman shouted into the apartment.

"What are you talking about?" Killian asked as he came to the door. He looked at me and rolled his eyes and then turned to the blonde.
"It's just the neighbor.." he turned back to me. "What?" He asked.
I wanted to be nice, however It couldn't be helped that he was just making it impossible to do so.
I turned to the blonde and smiled sweetly.
"You must be Jessica, Gosh, Killian just never stops talking about you."
Killian's eyes widened and the blonde looked confused.
"Oh.. no maybe its Rebecca?" I asked.
Now her eyes were angry and she turned to Killian glaring at him.
"No.. maybe it was susan.." I mumbled. "Susan! That must be it." I said and passed the coffee to her. "You two just enjoy these! And Killian, have a wonderful day." I smiled at him and turned around and walked across the hall to my apartment. I unlocked the door, and walked inside just in time to hear the woman slap him across the face.
"You jerk!" She screeched as I shut the door and listened.
"Madison! Wait!" Killian groaned.

I grinned and walked away from the door and mentally counted down to three before Killian began pounding on my door.
"Baker!" He yelled.
I walked back to the door and opened it and leaned against the door way with my arms crossed.
"Ya know, she really did not look like a Maddison." I smirked.
"What the bloody hell was that for?!" Killian demanded.
"My entertainment." I shrugged.
Killian glared at me.
"Stop messing with my life." He grumbled and walked back to his apartment and slammed the door.

I sighed and closed my door and looked down at Balthazar who looked at me with his typical judgy look.
"What? He was a jerk first.." I defended myself and walked away.

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The rest of the evening was quiet. I sat on my sofa reading, and sipping my tea with Balthazar curled up in the bend of my knee.
The door knob rattled, starting both me and Balthazar. I put my book down and stood up cautiously approaching the door. The door knob rattled again and I jumped back a bit. I grabbed my pepper spray from the bowl on the counter and walked back over to the door and looked out the peephole.
"What the hell?" I mumbled as Killian stood on the other side.
I unlocked the door and opened it. The smell of rum was almost enough to gag me.
"What are you doing in my apartment?" Killian slurred.
"This is my apartment Killian. Yours is across the hall.." I said.
"No! This one is MINE." He slurred and pushed me aside walking in he went into the kitchen and started going through the cupboards.
"Killian, you're in the wrong apartment! Come on, I'll take you to yours.." I said and cautiously approached him. I did not like being around anyone who had been drinking.
"Get out of my house!" Killian shouted at me and balled his fists.

I couldn't handle this. I didn't want to hurt him with pepper spray. He was drunk and confused but I also didn't want him hurting me or Zar. I hurried over to the couch and picked up the cat.
"Come on Zar, lets go get David." I said and walked out of the apartment. My eyes were involuntarily welling over and I tried to collect myself as I reached the Nolan's door but I was scared. I knocked on the door repeatedly until Mary-Margaret answered she immediately looked concerned.
"Andie, sweetie, whats wrong?" She asked.
"I need David." I said as tears slipped down my cheeks and I held Balthazar closely.
David came to the door behind her.
"Whats the problem?" He asked.
"Killian... He's drunk, and hes in my apartment. He's confused and thinks it's his and I tried to help him but he got mad.." I said and I was only now aware of how much I was shaking. "I should have called but I just-"
"No, its okay." David said and shook his head and gave me a smile. "I'll get him home."
I nodded and followed David back down the hall to my apartment.

Mary-Margaret waited in the hallway with me. I peeked inside as David as crouched down to Killian who was now curled up on my couch, sobbing.
"First they took Liam from me.. And then they took Milah and I just don't want to be alone anymore Dave."
It was truly heart wrenching listening to him cry like this.
"Who is Liam?" I asked Mary-Margaret.
"His brother, he passed years ago." She frowned.
"That is terrible.." I said and watched David help Killian off of my couch and lead him out of the apartment.
"I don't want him being alone tonight, so I'm going to take him to our apartment. Can you stay with Andie for just a few minutes and make sure everything is okay here?" David asked his wife.
She nodded.
"Of course." She said and followed me inside my apartment.

"Are you alright?" Mary-Margaret asked me.
I nodded and paced around the kitchen still holding Balthazar.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked.
"I'm fine.." I lied I was anything but fine. "Its just.. He yelled at me and it scared me is all.. Thank you for helping me.."
"Are you sure you are okay?" Mary-Margaret asked.
I nodded again.
"Thank you. And.. tell David thank you for me too please."
"Oh, yes, of course. Anytime Andie... and I mean that. Any time at all." Mary-Margaret said, and gave me another skeptical look before she left. When she left, I locked the door and carried Balthzar down the hall with me to my bedroom.
"Maybe it's just time to call it a night.." I said and in the back of my mind, I honestly hoped Killian was okay.

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Killian

I blinked my eyes open and groaned at the throbbing sensation in my head. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and blinked before looking around.
I was not home.
"Morning." David said as he set a bottle of aspirin, and a glass of orange juice in front of me and then sat down on the ottoman directly across from me.
"Why am I here?" I asked and opened the bottle of aspirin and shook a couple into my hand. I tossed them in my mouth and took a gulp of the orange juice to wash them down.
"Because you were so drunk, and messed up that I didn't want to leave you alone." David said.
"Bloody hell.." I sighed. "I'm sorry Dave." I said and put my head in my hands.
"You should probably apologize to Mary-Margaret. She's the one who cleaned the kitchen sick after you threw up in it...twice." David said.
"Aye.. I will." I mumbled. I was embarrassed, and ashamed.

Mary-Margaret walked in the room and set a plate of pancakes down in front of me.
"Don't worry about me. You really need to apologize to poor Andie." She said.
"Andie? Why Andie?" I asked and shoved a forkful of pancake into my mouth.
"Because you mistook her apartment for yours, pushed your way into her home, and shouted at her when she tried to help you." David said and crossed his arms.

I almost choked. I took a drink of orange juice to help get the pancake down. I may not have cared for Andie but the first thing that ran through my mind was please tell me I did not hurt her.
"Is she alright?" I asked.
"I honestly don't know." David said.
"You scared that poor woman half to death Killian Jones!" Mary-Margaret scolded me. "She was shaking so bad.."
"I didn't hurt her did I?" I asked.
"No. You just scared her. I know you two have your differences, but you really do need to apologize, you're lucky she didn't ask for you to be arrested. She seemed very concerned for you." David said.
"Aye. I'll go clean up and go apologize to the lass." I sighed. I honestly felt awful. Even if she was a bit of a pain, she didn't deserve that.
"Oh, I ran into her at the mailbox this morning. She said she was going for a walk on the beach. You may try there." Mary-Margaret offered.

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I gave myself some time to completely sober up. I showered and brushed my teeth at least three times to get rid of the rum smell on my breath. I ran my hands through my hair and looked at myself in the mirror, for what felt like the hundredth time before realizing, I was putting in way too much effort just to go and apologize to my annoying neighbor. I sighed and grabbed my leather jacket off the hook by the door and put it on before leaving the apartment.

The beach was maybe a 15 minute walk from the apartment complex and the weather was decent so I decided to just walk. On the way to the beach, I stopped to get Andie an apology coffee and began to wonder what she was doing at my door with two coffees yesterday anyways.

I walked along the boardwalk on the beach looking out at the sand, when I spotted the firey red hair thrown up in a messy ponytail. Andie was sitting on the beach with earphones in facing the water. I looked around, and she was the only person out here. Of course she was, it was starting to get cold out, and very few people came to the beach when the weather cooled down. I did, because It was a good place for me to gather my thoughts when things got out of hand.

I stepped off the boardwalk into the sand and walked over to her. Andie was brushing sand off of her black athletic pants before shoving her likely cold hands into the pockets on her hoodie.
I sat down next to her. She looked at me and then looked around, realizing we were alone her eyes looked borderline fearful, and it made me feel horrible.
She pulled an earbud out of her ear.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, it wasn't in her usual snarky tone. It was more mousy.

"I came to apologize." I said and offered her the coffee in my hand. She hesitated but took it.
"For..everything in general or just last night?" She asked. There's the snarky tone.
"Last night...mostly." I muttered.
"It's fine.." She said quietly and sipped at the coffee.
"No, Andie it's really not. It should have never happened. Thank you for going to David instead of calling the police."
"Well.. technically David is the police.." Andie shrugged.
"But he handled it differently than any other police officer would." I said.
"I know." Andie nodded.
"I didn't hurt you did I? David said I didn't but at the off chance I did, and you just didn't tell him, please be honest."
"No, but I was afraid you might." She said and then looked down at the sand as if she was ashamed that she was afraid.
"Look, I know that we haven't gotten along but I would never, ever, hit a woman. I have a horrible temper and its worse when I am drunk but I'd never physically harm you. I promise." I said.

"Alcohol makes people do things they normally wouldn't." Andie said and I could tell just by the look on her face she knew this from experience.
"I am truly sorry." I said.
"It's okay." Andie replied and looked at me. Her bright green eyes, were less fearful now and that made me feel better. "I forgive you. It was a mistake. We're only human." She said and stood up brushing sand off of herself again with her free hand.
I stood up and nodded.
"However, if you do it again I'll let my cat eat you." She said and glared at me.
"Aye, I'd believe he could too just by the size of him." I smirked.
She scoffed and shook her head and then extended her hand to me.
"Andie Baker." She said.
I raised my eyebrow in confusion at her.
She sighed.
"Dr. Hopper told me I should reintroduce myself to you..so we can get off on the right foot this time and maybe living across from each other won't be so miserable." She explained.
"Sounds like a very Archie thing to say." I said and put my hand in hers and shook it.
"Killian Jones."
Andie smiled, and for the first time, I saw her as more than my annoying spit fire of a neighbor.
A. Baker in apartment 3A was absolutely stunning.