Cheer Up, Daddy!

Class is in Session (Part Two)

"Oh hey, Miss Walker. Why are you...?" Oscar-winning actor Nick Josse had just entered the premise and Andy's heart could not stop beating wildly without threatening to pop out from his rib cage. The fact that an action movie star was going to be in his class had be long forgotten at the back of Andy's mind but now the anxiety came up bubbling in his stomach. It completely slipped past him and now he had to come up with better lesson than how to change a diaper under one minute.

"Oh Mr. Josse, Miss Walker is my brother here," she winked, "call me Andrea." 

Nick noticed the fuming Andy leaning against the red wall and quickly flashed him a pearly-white smile, causing Andy's brain to go haywire. It was the signature smile Nick Josse had on the big screen and Andy did not need to pay to see it in the cinema. 

"Hello Andy, nice to see you again." 

"Oh h-hey, Nick." 

He remembers, Andy made a soft noise as the deep baritone that had spoken his name shook the core of his heart. It was the voice Nick used when he was talking about letting go Emma Stone in Reload, the one with pained, terrified love and affection. Andy felt his gut twist, wondering temporarily what it would feel like to have Nick Josse talk about him with that kind of voice. He shook his head, dispelling the thought before it could finish forming. This was a hopeless crush and he would not give in to his imagination. How could he even think about having a movie star in bed when his past relationship was a mess. Unlike Andrea, Andy had the dignity of a man to keep him sane.

 "Mr Josse," Nick shot a shy smile at Andrea, "would you be a dear and help me up the stairs? I sprained my ankle when I was bringing these up by myself. My brother just stood there and refused to help his poor sister, I am doing everything I can to refill the inventory and he just laughed at my misery."   

If Andy were the president of his little Drama Club, Andrienne Walker would be the founder. Andrea was utterly shameless and Andy hated it. 

"Sure, but what about the grocery bags?" 

"Paul and George wouldn't mind carrying them for me. right?"

Andy did not notice the Simmons entered through the door, dressed in their usual work uniforms. Although George was clearly unhappy about the hard labor but his ego was bigger than his principle, he nodded and told Paul to push at one end while he pulled the front up. Standing, George turned to see Andy frozen like a deer in the headlights, trying his best to look like the innocent party. Andrea moved slowly to the edge of the trolley, pretending to wince at the pain of her fake sprained ankle and looking back at her brother. 

"Leave him be, his chicken arms won't do much help anyway."

"THEY ARE NOT CHICKEN ARMS!" 

Nick went forward and swooped Andrea into his arms effortlessly, already heading upstairs without breaking a sweat. George took a glance at Andy's arms and snickered, pulling up his sleeves to show off his own tattooed arms. Andy suddenly couldn't breathe because he was gulping back the sarcasm that he was so ready to fire. Sure, George didn't quite fit into the category of people who went to gym regularly with his lanky arms and plain fit body yet his bulging biceps begged to differ. His brother, Paul was not falling behind as well. Paul apologized quickly before following his brother's footsteps, supporting and pushing from behind the shopping cart.

Andy felt dizzy. Watching two men carrying a cart full of baby products shouldn't be this erotic, it was bad enough that the stupid thought had practically sprung up out of nowhere --worming it's way into his heart somewhere between watching George groan at the unexpected weight, and Paul bit his lips over George's rant. Normally he was fine with ignoring it, he had seen much worse but the stress of the day had just made everything amplified.