Andrea shifted uncomfortably on the mat. Timothy stood above her, his foot digging into her chest. She wheezed, making Timothy's eyes widen. "Shit, sorry Andrea."

Andrea chuckled. "It's fine." She said, her voice hoarse.

Timothy weld out his hand for her once he took his foot off of her. She grabbed it and he pulled her up. He patted her in the back and told her to take a break. As she walked away, he started murmuring about something, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.

When she went to her room, she fell onto her bed and closed her eyes. Immediately, the dream she had a few days ago bubbled into her mind. She opened her eyes as she thought of the kiss. She rolled onto her side and looked at the walls. They were bare. Perhaps she'd had Mitchel paint something for her.

As if on cue, Mitchel walked in with Nico behind him. "Hey there, Andrea!"

Andrea smiled sheepishly at him, and then sat up. Mitchel sat on the bed, and as he was about to scoot towards Andrea, Nico sat in between them. "How are you doing?" He asked Andrea as Mitchel shot daggers at him.

"I'm doing good." Andrea said, confused on why Mitchel was acting that way.

Nico grinned. "That is good."