you and onions make me cry (kelly/andy) pg
title: you and onions make me cry
fandom: the office
character(s)/pairing(s): kelly/andy, mentions of kelly/ryan
rating: pg
word count: 185
spoilers: up to 5x10: frame toby
author's note: title from meiko's you & onions.
summary: andy offers kelly some reassurance at beach day '09.
Ketchup stains Kelly’s fingers, but as long as it’s her skin and not her pale dress, she’s okay. Well, at least okay in that sense. Okay with the mess at least.
“I’m just a stupid ass.” She sniffles. “Stupid Ryan with his stupid China or whatever and his stupid… hair! Ugh. Makes me so mad.”
The lake ripples like it agrees and she glares, hoping the sound of Michael herding her officemates and Angela being all disapproving and Stanley not caring will fade intro the distance. She has the lake. They understand each other. Just alone and cold and wavy. Egh, it’s not a perfect metaphor, okay?
“I don’t think you’re stupid.”
She glances up at Andy, wiping at her nose and hoping it isn’t all red and gross.
“Really?”
He tips her hot dog straight, which was about point five seconds or a sneeze away from falling into her lap, and offers her a smile. And it doesn‘t seem forced or like a peace offering or like he just thinks she’s crazy under it all.
“Really.”
It’s a smile she could get used to.
fandom: the office
character(s)/pairing(s): kelly/andy, mentions of kelly/ryan
rating: pg
word count: 185
spoilers: up to 5x10: frame toby
author's note: title from meiko's you & onions.
summary: andy offers kelly some reassurance at beach day '09.
Ketchup stains Kelly’s fingers, but as long as it’s her skin and not her pale dress, she’s okay. Well, at least okay in that sense. Okay with the mess at least.
“I’m just a stupid ass.” She sniffles. “Stupid Ryan with his stupid China or whatever and his stupid… hair! Ugh. Makes me so mad.”
The lake ripples like it agrees and she glares, hoping the sound of Michael herding her officemates and Angela being all disapproving and Stanley not caring will fade intro the distance. She has the lake. They understand each other. Just alone and cold and wavy. Egh, it’s not a perfect metaphor, okay?
“I don’t think you’re stupid.”
She glances up at Andy, wiping at her nose and hoping it isn’t all red and gross.
“Really?”
He tips her hot dog straight, which was about point five seconds or a sneeze away from falling into her lap, and offers her a smile. And it doesn‘t seem forced or like a peace offering or like he just thinks she’s crazy under it all.
“Really.”
It’s a smile she could get used to.