Hey my readers! So this is just a really short Jandre story. The prompt is from creativewritingprompts(dot)com. Enjoy!
Prompt #134 - Begin with "I wish someone told me..."
I wish someone told me dating Andre Harris was this hard. I mean, yeah the boy was nice and all. Too nice. So whenever we went out together, people gave us weird looks. Even if they didn't know us they did this ("Why is that goth girl with that sweet looking boy with the dreadlocks?"). The only reason I'm still with him is because of our private moments. No not those moments! The moment's when it's just him and me. When he brushes my hair back, without even noticing he's doing it. The moments when he calls me "Jade-y Wade-y" and I pretend to be mad.
And - ok. The angry sex is better with him than it ever was with Beck.