Project Hero

by Briar Prescott

I’ve tried not wearing them in hopes of walking into a hot guy instead. Didn’t happen. I did stumble into an angry janitor once, who sprayed me with a bottle of Windex and yelled at me. It wasn’t a love match.

“Sure,” I say. “I’ll just eat that chicken alfredo myself then.” Andy glowers at me. “You evil bastard.” I grin as I watch him pull his sneakers on. “It’s my grandma’s recipe with extra cheese.” Andy shakes his head. “Keep talking. But just remember, people have gone to hell for less, and God is always listening.”

You’re a good person, Andy Carter, and as far as I’m concerned, that makes you a hero in my book.”

I think I could fall on my head and wake up from a coma two years later with amnesia so bad that I couldn’t remember who I was, but this kiss would surely stay with me.

with Law, I don’t feel like I’m the sidekick. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m a hero either, but the thing is, with Law, I don’t really care about being a hero at all. With Law, I’m just me. Just Andy. And with Law, it’s enough.

“Andy, you have nothing to worry about. You never did. Asola… he’ll be lucky to have somebody like you in his life because… you’re perfect. You’ve always been perfect.”

Well, shit. I’m in love with Andy Carter.

“Well, we’ve been together for ten years. Let’s face it, we’re an old, married couple. Who knows? Maybe it’s time to exchange you for a younger model?” “Did I tell you I’ll get a huge raise?” I ask. “Then again, the old one is good for a few more years,”