Andy seemed alright after the break up, Bradie and I spoke more now than we did as a band. It was all okay until I got an excited text from Andy, telling me he got a part in Neighbours, I was happy for him, of course! But once again, it led to more and more fighting about money and how he should be doing things to get his music out there, not to show himself off to make a heap of money when 50% of the recording would be messed around with. Bradie became sick of me, unfollowed me on twitter, telling me 'Why can't you just let him be happy for once?'. I had never felt so shit in my life.

I resolved all that though, with Bradie, when Andy moved 40 minutes away from us. I apologized to Bradie and Andy...I got no reply from Andy. Bradie and I hung out together when I'd go to Sydney to record.

Bradie and I sat at Oporto, waiting for our meal. He sipped his coke.
"How's the producing thing going?" I asked, locking my iPhone.
"good, yeah. I'm working with a few people already, they're really great, talented. Everything we really weren't" He joked, we both laughed.
"hey um...has Andy found anything to do yet?" I asked sincerely, Bradie had a slight 'why do you care?' look on his face crossed with worried, his brown eyes glanced at his coke.
"don't know, I don't speak to him that often anymore, he keeps to himself a lot more. But he's definitely moved on" I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. I have known him for almost 10 years.
"oh really? Cool. I hope he's doing something with himself at least" I replied.
"besides touching himself?" Bradie made a joke, I couldn't help but laugh along.
"You're probably right though, he's pretty lazy—Hey, what about him and that girl of his? Justine?" I asked, remembering he had a girl on his arm now.
"oh...yeah, that's not going too well from what I hear"
"what do you mean?" I asked, a waitor put our food in front of us "thanks" I smiled before Bradie replied.
"They fight a lot, she's madly in love with him but he drinks and now so does she. Andy doesn't really want to commit and she wants to rush. He doesn't think she's the one for him and I agree. She's kind and everything but she's not good for Andy." Bradie was unamused, picking up his burger.
"Funny. I wonder how he'll end out" I huffed, grabbing a chip.
"probably depressed and lonely" Bradie smiled. Like that was funny.
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"it means that Andy has never been happy, not completely. Not unless his drunk or horny. Last time we saw him happy was honestly when he was with you—"
I shook my head "Bradie, seriously? It didn't work out—"
"for you it didn't"
I sighed and took a gulp of my drink. "I should call him tonight"
"that sounds like a good idea, here, he changed his number so I'll give you his new one"

After exchanging the number I got home, I felt so nervous picking up the phone. Brooke doesn't get home for a few hours, and I hope she doesn't find out.

I dialled Andy's number, holding my phone to my ear.

it rung, three times before my heart jumped at the drained, husky voice.
"hello?"
"hey..." I spoke softly, afraid.
"Shaun...?" he sounded like he was in disbelief
"yeah Andy. It's me"
"how are you?"
"I-I'm good, working on a few projects...yourself?" I asked, taking a seat on my couch.
"alright" he laughed "so, why the random phone call?"
"oh no reason...just bored and uh, I'd like to apologize for what I said when you were going to be on Neighbours." I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.
"It's fine dude, seriously. Like, I understand why you said what you did and I honestly regret it...not many of the fans were proud" He sounded embarrassed at himself, I couldn't help but feel bad.
"I'm sorry..." was all I could say
"I just need time to myself, you know?"
"yeah. I know" I smiled slightly "I thought I'd call to say what I should have said before. That you are an amazing guy and I'm thankful you walked in my life. I hope everything works out, you deserve it"
"thank you Shaun" he went quiet for a few seconds before I heard a sniff.
"don't cry...why are you crying?"
"I-I'm not" he spoke distraught "I have to go. I'll speak to you later"
"Andy—"

And he hung up, just like that. I couldn't do this over a phone call. I got off the couch and slipped my shoes on, calling Bradie and I grabbed my car keys.

"hello?"
"Hey Bradie, can you tell me where Andy's moved to?"