Andy's P.O.V
"Andrew!" Bradie shouted from down the hall, I could barely hear him over My Chemical Romance's 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge' album so I used that to my advantage, "Andrew come in here now!" I groaned and went into his room, he sat at his desk in deep thought,
"What the fuck do you want?" he swallowed hard and looked up at me,
"Does Shaun… does Shaun cut himself?" I shivered at his words and my mind went blank, what do I say, I can't lie to him, he's family, why does he even think that anyway, oh, there's an answer,
"Why do you even think that?" he shrugged,
"Because he has trouble at home, why else would he have come here, he's told me before he hates being at home, then yesterday he had his sleeves pushed up and there were all these scars on his arms, I mean he said they were cat scratches but not as in, 'oh yeah, they're cat scratches' more like 'they're cat scratches, believe in that because I won't tell you the truth'. I was only wondering, sorry," I thought long and hard about what I was to say, what could I say? It wasn't my place to decide if Bradie know, it wasn't.
"That's…That's something you should ask Shaun about okay? It's not my place to say," I eventually stuttered out, my words going a mile a minute, he nodded slowly and went back to drawing Spiderman. I tried my hardest not to run back to my room, I pulled out my phone and sent Shaun a text,
Bradie's suspicious, if he asks you anything tomorrow I'm sorry, I didn't tell him anything though x
Shaun's P.O.V
I sat at my desk trying to make a bit of sense of the homework I'd been given, my phone vibrated on the desk and I almost jumped out of my skin,
Bradie's suspicious, if he asks you anything tomorrow I'm sorry, I didn't tell him anything though x I sighed, I wasn't too surprised, I knew he'd get worried sooner or later,
"Uh Shaun…" I looked over to see Luke in my doorway, I pushed my chair out from under the desk and spun around to face him,
"What do you want?" he looked down at his socks awkwardly,
"Um… I need, I need your advice," I smirked inwardly, what could he possibly want my advice on,
"Step into my office, by that I mean sit in this chair, I'll sit on my bed," he nodded slightly and did as I said, "So, what on earth do want my advice on?" he tried to figure out what to say and I had to try my hardest not to burst out laughing when the words finally started to come out,
"Well… um… my girlfriend and I want to try taking it like further and I thought I'd ask you for advice, seeing as you're older and everything, I thought you'd help me…" I chewed my lip to stop the laughter escaping me,
"You're asking my advice on how to fuck your girlfriend and you think I have the answers?" he nodded and I sighed,
"Step one, don't try and ask me this stuff ever again because I don't have the answers to tell you the truth, therefore I am winging it," he nodded after every point, wow he was really paying attention, "Step two, don't and I repeat don't do it at Nan's, doesn't matter how much she says, 'Oh Lukey I love you do whatever you want' don't do it at Nan's, step three, make sure when you actually do it he's comfortable,"
"You mean she," I stopped, did I say he?
"Uh yeah, she, and um… I don't know what else, I really suck in this department, as long as you make sure he's the right one everything should be okay,"
"She Shaun." I froze again, I thought I said she,
"Yeah she, anything else before you two go back to Nan's?" he nodded,
"Why didn't you come with us?" I sat up and looked right at him,
"I just really don't like Nan and—"
"But you don't seem happy here," I blinked and my head dropped down,
"Not right here, not all the time, but if I moved to Nan's I'd have to move schools, that means leaving Andy… and Bradie, I couldn't do that," he smiled gently and walked over placing his hand on my shoulder,
"Fair enough, we miss you sometimes, me more than Liam, you should come visit," I shrugged and looked back up at him,
"One day maybe, one day," he nodded briskly before walking out of my room, "Well that was fucking awkward," I muttered before plugging my iPod into its dock, the sounds of blink-182 singing me to sleep.
I strummed absentmindedly on my guitar, Bradie looking up from his comics every so often; I was spending the weekend at his house,
"and only tonight you'll write back here I swear I'll cut, 'til crimson falls, over the bedroom walls," I sang quietly and I could feel his stares bore through my head,
"What're you singing?" I shrugged and stopped letting my pick fall into my palm,
"Something I wrote," he nodded slowly, "it's nothing really, just some bullshit that won't go far," I reassured him, he seemed extremely on edge and I guess it was because of what he'd asked Andy, "I'll be right back," I got up with my guitar and knocked on Andy's door,
"Go away, I'm busy," I smirked and opened the door anyway, "Bradie get the— oh, Shaun," I gave him a weird stare and he spun his chair around to face the back wall,
"Get your hand off your fucking boner or I will announce it to the whole house," I muttered and he groaned in disgust at me barging in,
"You whore, why are you in my room anyway?" I sat down on the bottom bunk of his bed; don't ask why he has a bunk bed, not like he gets any girls over,
"To play you this," I smiled and he turned to look at me seemingly interested,
"Well, begin," he laughed and I tried my hardest not to screw up as I began,
"In this place we lie cutting slightly in vain
Hoping and praying you'll remember my name.
If only tonight, and only tonight, you'll write back here,
I swear I'm done.
Take your advice 'cos it's easy to see,
this 'so called' romance never wanted me.
If only tonight, and only tonight you'll write back here,
I swear I'll cut, 'til crimson falls, over the bedroom walls.
So will you lay, me down tonight,
and we'll be better off today.
And I would die, if you never got to know,
but would it do, more harm, this way?" I looked up and he had an empty expression on his face,
"Is there more?" I chuckled and nodded, "Well… keep playing doofus," I composed myself from the eager laughter inside and kept going picking up where I'd left off,
"Between you and I, it's the 2-step I crave,
morbidly swaying to a dying refrain.
If only tonight, and maybe tonight you'll write back here,
I'm so sincere.
So will you lay, me down tonight,
and we'll be better off today.
And I would die, if you never got to know,
but would it do, more harm, this way… So what'd you think?" I asked nervously, I saw him get up off the chair and come towards me, I moved my guitar away as he wrapped his arms around me,
"You fuck, it was beautiful," we heard someone cough in the doorway and Andy leapt off me,
"What're you two doing?" I tried to form a sentence but all that escaped my mouth was silence,
"He showed me what he wrote, that okay with you? Seriously, learn to knock," he rolled his eyes at the two of us,
"Whatever, we're having tacos so… get ready to come downstairs," he walked off and the two of us laughed,
"My god that guy needs help," I managed to get out, Andrew fell back onto the bed next to me, I laid back and rolled onto my side to face him,
"Should we tell him one day?" I cocked my head to the side at his statement,
"Tell him what? There's a lot to choose from," he rolled so he was facing me and intertwined his fingers with mine,
"Us, tell him about us, he's suspicious obviously, he's naturally suspicious about everything," I nodded and sighed,
"One day, one day I'll go and say everything that needs to be said to those who need to hear it," he smiled and lightly kissed my cheek,
"Good, now come on, I smell tacos," he sat up and dragged me out the door,
"Andrew, let go," he stared at me and I let go of his hand, "They don't know remember?" he pouted and I kissed his cheek before bolting down the stairs,
"SHAUN DONALD PATRICK DIVINEY YOU SHIT!" I heard him scream after me as I took my seat at the dining table next to Bradie.
"What was all that about boys?" Andrew's mother queried as he appeared in the room and sat next to me kicking me under the table,
"Just Shaun being an arse like usual," he smirked and I kicked him back twice as hard mouthing 'fuck you' in the process, he grabbed my hand and this time didn't let it drop, his thumb circling fingers in my palm, "Sorry," he whispered as Bradie's dad came in with the food. My hand dived right for the sour cream as did Andy's, the two of us stopping and looking right at each other,
"Hey Andy, look over there," the gullible idiot he was turned to look and I took it before he got a chance to realise I'd tricked him, he turned back with a sour look on his face, "Come at me bro," I shouted in his face and he smirked,
"Come in me bro," he quipped and the room fell silent,
"What did you just say?" the two of us were locked in a gaze and my mind flooded with images, that faggot, why did he say that?
"It's an inside joke mum, don't worry," Andrew reassured her but I feared there'd be a lengthy question time after.
