~Andy's P.O.V~

'I fucking will, cunt.' Shaun's angry voice was still in argument with someone who I suspected was his father.
'I fucking love Andy. I am in love with him.' he said in a pissed off voice. There was a loud yell through the phone, and Shaun winced.
'I told you I would.. no he's not... Fuck off ... Not like you care anyway, you're the worst fucking Dad ever...'
It was muffled for a bit before voices rised again.
'Fine.. no fuck you. You- ...' he was cut off and then his voice raised again.
'You're not my fucking father, you're a fucking monster. No wonder why Mum hated you so much.' and with that, he hung up. He walked in, looking upset. I put my arm round his shoulders, attempting to comfort him.
'I heard a lot..' I admitted.
'Did you hear the part about how my Dad is an arrogant cunt?' he asked bitterly.
'Well, yeah... that's kinda the whole thing.' I joked.
'Did I mention I don't have a home?' he said, pulling at the scabs in his cuts, making them bleed. I slapped his arm away.
'You always have a home here with me, even if we weren't mates.' I said, holding down his hand.
'Thanks.. Did you hear that part about how I'm kinda hopelessly in love with you?' he said, not the slightest bit ashamed. I just nodded.
'Yeah.' he said, looking at me. I looked down, then up in his eyes.
'I think.. I love.. I think I have feelings like that for you too.. I'm sorry.' I said, diverting my eyes. 'I have trouble with the L word.'
'It's cool.' he said, sighing.
'Well. At least you get to live with me, Mum wont care neither will Dad.' I said, smiling to myself. He grinned to himself then looked down again.
'Father burnt all my clothes..' he muttered, with a depressive look in his eye.
'Dude don't worry about that, I've got like a million shirts and jeans that I don't wear you can have. We can share clothes and shit.' It was true, I always bought/ got bought all this crap I don't even use. I could easily supply like 5 people with clothes and shit.
'Aw cute. Thanks. Love you.' he said, carefully.
'Love you too' I muttered, stumbling over the word but still saying it nevertheless.

~Shaun's P.O.V~
It was a week later, school was out, the Clemmensen family had taken custody of me, Dad couldnt give a fuck anyway, he just wanted me gone. He was going to rehab, thank god, he needed it. A lot had happened this week, I'm just so glad I had met Andy, or I'd probably be almost dead from my father by now. Andy's friends accepted us being together, and I wasn't an outcast anymore, I actually got pretty popular. Surprisingly, noone was homophobic or anything. Well, school was out and half of the kids were going to college anyway, so I probably wouldn't see most of them again ever in my life.
Andy and I still hadn't sorted out our relationship, we just knew we were together. We hadn't done anything more then casual kissing and cuddling, but I still lived in Andy's room with him, and now that holidays were starting, I was keen to hang out with him a bit more. We were only in 1 of the same classes in school and we were seated across the room, so it sucked at school. I was just glad it was holidays. Andy's older stepbrother, Bradie, was coming home for good on the day after school ends. and Andy seemed pretty happy about that. So it was all good. As long as he's happy, I'm happy.

'Shaunyy.' I heard Andy whine from the bathroom connected to his/our bedroom, the night before Bradie was arriving.
We still had the other bed in there, I didnt know if Andy's parents knew we didn't use it, we shared a bed, but we hadn't done anything sexual anyway so it shouldn't matter.
'Yeah babe?' I called, pulling on some american patterned shorts to wear to bed and strutted into the bathroom. I had a little obsession with strutting at the moment, I dunno, it just seemed cool. Like I was a pirate or something. I closed the bathroom door and Andy was in there, shaving his face carefully with just a towel around him. He must've just got out the shower. I wasn't embarrassed to see him nearly naked, even though I'd never seen this much of him before. I just treated it casually, like an every day thing. We were a couple now, we had to do what couples do.
'Grab me some clothes? Please?' he asked sweetly, still shaving his face carefully. I passed him some skinny jeans but didn't bother getting him a shirt, I didn't have one on but if he wanted one he can get it himself.
I went back in the bedroom and he emerged a few minutes later, dressed in the jeans, and smelling nice and clean shaven. He looked adorable, too. He hadn't been self harming himself lately, he seemed less depressed and everything. I loved him, I really did, and by the look of his process, I could tell he loved me too. I got into bed and he sat in front of the mirror playing with his hair. I just watched, amused.
'My hair is horrible.' he whined, messing it up.
'Hahahahh you're adorable.' I said, watching him and laughing. He climbed in bed next to me and I automatically wrapped my arms around him, and he cuddled into my chest like every other night so far.
'Night Shauny.' he mumbled sleepily. Sometimes it was hard to imagine he was older then me, even if it only was by a few months.
'Night baby... I mean, night Andrew.' I said back. It had become some sort of a bed time ritual to say it, like the first night.
He fell asleep in my arms and I could hear him breathing lightly. I soon fell asleep listening to his rhythmic breathing pattern, and at that moment, my life felt like pure fucking bliss.

A/N
**** I KNOW THAT ANDY IS OLDER THEN SHAUN, AND THAT BRADIE IS YOUNGEST. BUT IN THIS FANFIC, BRADIE IS OLDEST, AND SHAUN IS YOUNGEST. K? OKAY, GOOD.
Also, the story line's a bit fucked up and speeded up at the moment, sorry, I just couldn't think of anything that would also fit what happened later on. Hahah my apologies, just try and keep with me. ****