Just a crappy little one-shot about young Andrew. I always feel so bad for him so here's some nice young thing to lift his spirits.


Andrew sat by himself. The Street Fair he had organised had fallen apart in his hands. He had royally screwed up. His father hated him, the whole street hated him, he'd cost his father's business god knows how much and to top it off, Harry was moving in on Summer. The sound of fireworks boomed above him and cheers were cried out by the crowd, separated from him by the line of tree's and bushes.

"Fuck!" a tired and slightly pissed off voice came, calling out from behind some bushes

"Whose there?" Andrew asked out of instinct. He regretted it almost instantly, alerting the person to his presence and drawing them near. And Andrew had no desire to be near people at present moment.

A figure stumbled out of the bushes into the slight clearing

"Ah, no one. Just a clumsy little wallaby. Or maybe a platypus." smiled a girl of about Andrews age. Out of the darkness of the shrubbery, Andrew could see her better. She blahdy.

"Whatever, the parties over there." he huffed.

She shrugged and sat next to him

"Yeah but I'm not much of a fan of crowds. I guess I just-" she stopped herself, looking worriedly into his blue eyes "Hey, are you crying?" she asked, her voice low with concern.

"No." he responded shortly, looking away from her

"Yes you are. Come on." she gently pulled his gaze back to her "Tell me what's up."

Her stern and earnest gaze ordered him to answer her, to tell what ever shame he suffered, but it was the kindness that shone in her steadfast gaze which convinced him.

"I just- I fucked everything up. I lost my dad's company loads of money, and now he hates me." he strung off quickly, the thoughts being very fresh in his mind. The girl sighed and rested a hand on his shoulder

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you. How much money was it?"

Andrew shrugged, not so hard that he would knock away the girl's strangely reassuring touch

"I dunno, but it was a lot and we needed it."

"What did you do?" she asked curiously

"I accidentally sent out this e-mail to a client. I didn't mean to I just-"

Andrew was stopped mid rant by the girl holding up her hand to his chest

"It was an accident, it's not like you were purposely sabotaging your dad's business. He'll forgive you." she spoke confidently but Andrew didn't buy it.

"I doubt it. It's not the first time, it's the worst but not the first." he admitted, letting his head fall into his hands

She chuckled slightly.

"What?" he asked, irritated.

"You rhymed." she admitted sheepishly. Andrew scoffed and turned away. "Look, you messed up but it's okay. Everything will work out. Promise." she smiled up at him "And if it doesn't, you can have my candy-floss." she held up her stick of candy-floss and laughed.

"What if you eat it before then?" Andrew asked doubtfully.

"Well then, you'll have to act fast wont you?" she smirked popping a piece of the pink candy into her mouth. He smiled at her for a second before he pounced for her mouth. He pressed his lips to hers. She gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to snake his tongue into her mouth. He explored her for a second before pulling away, a smirk lighting his features

"Ah, dissolved too fast." he complained "Lemme try again?" he asked cheekily.

"Nope. Now it's my turn." she replied with a grin as she handed the sugary treat to the cute boy with the cute accent.


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Don't you think Andrew looks like a young Eric Northman? If you don't know who I'm talking about; Google, my dear, Google.

xx KissMeQuack