~Andy's P.O.V~

I pulled him along, not completely sure what I was doing. I just saw him all broken down and crumpled, and I just had to help him.. he was so beautiful, I couldn't leave something so perfect in pain like that. I tried to keep smiling and looking happy, hoping to cheer him up and lighten his mood. He looked so afraid of me, it was strange. I just wanted to comfort him, to kiss his pretty little face better, to cuddle him in my arms and never let go.. ah there goes the homosexual side in me again. Yep, I might be school jock, but that doesn't change the fact that I like boys. Sure, everyone knew, and i'm so surprised that people still accepted me, but I was really sick of girls trying to make me straight. Just...no. I like guys, not girls, okay.
I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing I was still pulling him along , and slid my hand from his arm to his hand, and held it gently, looking straight ahead. I knew he was probably straight, but that didn't stop me. I like this boy, and I wanted to enjoy myself with this boy. I guess I'm a little too used to getting what I want, I just hoped he was gay or something, or bisexual at least. I felt his hand tighten against mine, then it loosened, and we were walking side by side, hand in hand. I glanced up quickly, and he was already looking at me. I grinned and he smiled back shyly. Oh, he was so cute. I wanted to ask about his sexuality, because he still hadn't pulled his hand away. I hope he liked me, I really did. It was weird how much I liked this boy, and I only just met him. I wanted to cure him, and make him feel happy, and safe. I never wanted him upset again. I just.. I couldnt explain it if someone asked me to, I couldnt even explain it to myself.

I heard him clear his throat and snapped back to reality again, looking over at him. We stopped in a park and sat down at a bench.
He smiled, and I smiled back, as he started to speak.
'Uh, Andrew?' he began.

'Yeah?' I answered cautiously, wondering what he was gonna say.
'Um don't be offended or anything if you're not, I mean like, because you grabbed my hand and all I j-just um, please don't get angry if you're not b-because-'
'I won't, just say what you wanted to say.' I cut him off and laughed, hoping he'd ask about my sexuality. I didnt wanna seem rude for asking first, and I sensed he felt the same way, but I guess curiosity got the best of him.
'A-are you gay?' he blurted out, instantly covering his mouth. My smile faltered a bit, his actions made me sense he wasn't gay.
'Y-yeah...'
'Oh.' everything went silent for a second, then I spoke up.
'Are you?' I said quietly, breaking the silence. He looked down, then looked up with a tiny smile on his face. I frowned, confused. He laughed and I raised my eyebrows.
'What's so funny? Are you gay or what?' I said, starting to get annoyed. He leaned forward and closed his eyes, pressing his lips on mine gently. I lowered my eyes and kissed him back, enjoying every moment. He pulled away and smiled, I'd never seen him so confident. I'd seen him round the school a bit, bit he always looked moody and stressed, and I never really payed attention to him until now. I'd never actually seen his face fully until today.
'Does that answer your question?' he said and chuckled slightly, and stood up and starting walking away. I think he wanted me to follow, so I got up and walked after him.
'Wait, so you are gay?' I said confused, hurrying to catch up.
'Bisexual.' He answered carelessly, kicking pebbles along. I purposely brushed my hand along his and he smiled and grabbed my hand, wrapping his fingers around mine.
'Oh okay.' I answered, and we were quiet again, as I got lost in my thoughts again.
'So..' I started again, trying to make conversation.
'Haha so..' he answered back awkwardly, looking down.
'Where abouts are you from?' I asked cheerfully, trying to gather as much info as I could about him, but at the same time trying not to sound nosy.
'Ah... Westfield..you?' he answered, and looked down shamefully. Westfield was a shady area, where a lot of poverted people lived. I didn't really wanna reply back, because my family was rich and lived north of town, where all the fancy houses and mansions were.
'Um. B-baker street.' I mumbled, trying not to sound rich or important. He looked up with a look of insecurity and looked down again. I looked down embarrassed.
'Oh yeah.. out North right?' he answered bitterly, and his eyes dampened slightly.
'Mhm.' I mumbled. I didnt want to sound the slightest bit superior to him. He glanced at his phone for the time, and looked up, but didnt look me in the eyes.
'I gotta go, dinner's gonna be ready soon.' he said, still not looking directly at me. His phone slipped from his hand, and I automatically bent down to pick it up. I quickly got into his phonebook, and put my number in there and passed it back to him. He gave me a funny look and put it in his pocket. We faced each other awkwardly, so I leaned in and hugged him.
'See you around sometime, yeah?' I said, trying to sound cheerful.
'Kay.' he said, pulling away. He started to walk away as it began to rain, so I sighed and sat down on the bench again , watching his silhouette walk away until I couldnt see him anymore through the thick raindrops that clouded my vision. He was a strange boy, but a strange boy that I just happened to have a tiny crush on.