A time for Love

[Andy] *barely jumping in his seat when the loud POP in the front entryway he puts his book down and stands, opening he door just before Joey knocks. He smiles at her* Hey there Blondie! *kissing her gently*
[Joey] *hugging him* Hey handsome. Can I come in?
[Andy] Sure, come one in. *he walks with her into the apartment* Want a drink? Or a snack?
[Joey] *shaking her head* No, no thanks. Can we sit down? *seeing his face change expression she moves to the couch and looks at him, not paying attention to the fact that he is still standing* So, I went and saw EJ today. We were hanging out and something came up and I told him to follow his heart, apparently that lead to a kiss. *looking down* Be mad, yell, scream, whatever you need to. But, I didn't do it to hurt you. I am still shocked he kissed me actually.
[Andy] *his face whitening* He kissed you? Right, ok ... um. *closing his eyes and holding up a finger* Give me a moment to process this. *he takes a long breath, and then looks at her, speaking softly* What, um ... what were you talking about, when you told him to follow his heart?
[Joey] He asked me what we were doing, and if he should fight for me or accept the friendship I was offering. I told him I didn't have an answer for him. It's not just his heart and mine anymore. It's your heart too. I told him to follow his heart because it rarely leads to the wrong direction. Then he kissed me. I didn't ask for it, we were just talking. He knows I am with you, and that i like you a whole lot.
[Andy] *looking down at the ground* Like me a whole lot *he mutters quietly before looking up at her, hurt* So you told him to fight for you.
[Joey] I can't tell him to do anything. I mean I told him not to go and he walked away without a second thought. I apparently have no say in what he does, because if I did he would've still been here. But he wasn't was he? No, you were. You know that, I don't know why you make me say it. I know who was here when I needed someone. *folding her arms in anger*
[Andy] *sad* Joey. What else did you think was going to happen? A man who loves you asks you whether or not he should fight for you, Instead of saying "no, you hurt me and I've moved on" you tell him to follow his heart. That same heart that loves you. You can't possibly be so naive to think he would choose giving up. I know I sure as hell never would.
[Joey] Why can't he be my friend and you be my boyfriend. Why is there this need to compete. I am sure not the girl for guys to go hey, lets fight for her. I am broken, and I know that. Why does it have to be so hard? I don't want to hurt either of you. I never wanted to hurt anyone.
[Andy] He can't be your friend because he hasn't accepted that you've moved on. The question is, have you accepted that you've moved on? Because I'm not sure you have.
[Joey] *looking at him wide eyed, afraid to say anything* Andy, if knew me at all you'd know I have shared parts of myself that only my family knows. Parts I am ashamed of. *looking down* I still love him, but I don't know what to do with it. But the heart that was broken by him was put together by you. So that leaves me in a bit of a mess. I love both of you, but differently, if that makes sense.
[Andy] Hey. *softening, getting up and sitting next to her, wrapping his arm around her* You have nothing to be ashamed of. You didn't do anything wrong back then, there is no shame in that story. Only strength and beauty. You may have been broken, but I think it left you in a beautiful mess, and one that I'd like nothing more than to help piece together.
[Joey] *crying in his chest* Why do you love me Andy? I am a wreck. I don't even like myself sometimes. You see me as something beautiful, I see me as a big mess that everyone is still babying.
[Andy] *lifting her head and looking into her eyes and feeling hopeful* Have I ever babied you?  Or have I always treated you like a woman? Not a little girl, not a broken doll, not a fragile flower. *kissing her passionately and pulling back, fire in his eyes* Like a strong and beautiful woman who can do anything, and whom I respect and love.
[Joey] *kissing him back roughly* No you haven't. You treat me like a queen, and I am afraid to break it to you, but I am not one. But the fact that you treat me like that, it says alot. I know you love me, and I love you. I don't know if we love each other on the same level, but for now it doesn't matter. All I know is that I can finally say it, and accept when you say it. Because I know you mean it, as do I.
[Andy] No. Not like a queen. *looking at her, the joy pouring from him* Never like a queen. They are cold and untouchable. No, I treat you like a sexy surfing model with an attitude and lips that taste like strawberries. That's how I treat you, and how I always will.
[Joey] *laughing* That is what I am. *throwing her hands around him* You get me, and I love you for that. *looking at him and then kissing him, this time taking control and spreading his lips with her tongue and kissing him passionately*