Thinsg are hectic as usual, but you know I love your reviews like woah and actaully I;m going to post a sneek preview into a future chapter, so I can just confuse you guys even more

Chapter 6: Andy, You're A Star

On the field I remember you were incredibe

Hey shut up

Hey shut up

Yeah….

Leave your number on your locker

And I'll give you a call

Hey shut up

Hey shut up Yeah….

Andy sat on the steps of Brian's wonderful palace and thought dryly of how his parents abandoned him. How here he was, with really no specific aim in life( since he already achieved his goal of being as fabulous as possible) what was there left for him to do? He had no special talents. He had no knacks. No ideas. No dreams.

And more importantly he missed his best friend, Davis.

The one that shunned him as soon as the sacred coming out words left his pretty glossy lips.

The best friend that he shared years and years of secrets with, the one who he trusted and loved way too much for words. Yeah, Ryan and Pete and Brian were his best friends now, yeah, they were about as close as brothers, but it still wasn't the same. He just missed his best friend. And what was the problem with that?

And more importantly he was so agitated, at the fact that his father neglected him…so easily. Without even giving it a second though. That really hurt too, and how his mother so easily slipped along and agreed with him, of course she would. That's just how his mother was, she settled for everything, she didn't have a back bone in her body that didn't scream cunt.

His whole family, in his opinion, could go blow a cow.

He didn't really need them anyway.

He had things much, much much better. Like his health…and friends. And good grades, though he had his own…past issues that he needed to work out, he thought that he was doing pretty well. Well, well enough. And that was until he noticed someone running up Brian's lawn.

"Sammy"

"I knew you were pregnant" Brian stated as Andy came in carrying a kid in his arms," Though it's a little big for a new born, but I knew that you gays were magical"

"And it's your kid, congratulations" Andy snapped, dropping the kid down on the couch and frowning at them," What the hell are you doing here?" He snapped at the kid, making their eyes water up with tears.

"I came here because Davis is back in town…and I" They paused as Andy's frown got even darker, his eyes watered a little bit himself and he smirked suddenly, twistedly," Where?"

"He said for me not to tell you" They said innocently'" But you're still my friend so I came to see you"

"How'd you know I was here?"

"My friend Matt knows this boy named Jake-"

"Crazy Jake?" Brian asked in the corner of the room.

"Impossible" Pete said, who had his head in the fridge, looking for something, anything to eat

"Well Jake knows you I guess…"

"So possible" Brian smirked, tossing a piece of cheese at Pete, which hit him square in the eye. " You smell that Pete? It smells like you…stinkaaayyyy…like ass!" Brian cracked up laughing in the corner as Pete stuck his middle finger up at him.

"It does, take a bath Pete" Andy yelled from the couch.

"Damnit, I'm clean!"

"Like assssssssss" Brian continued on going, waving the cheese in the air.

"Then why does your cheese smell like ass then? You ass" Pete sighed out, heading up stairs.

"Someone's a little pissy cause they're stinky"

"Blow me!" Pete yelled.

"Already tried, you woke up" Brian murmured.

"Sammy, you shouldn't be here" Andy said, returning his focus to the kid in front of him.

"But I wanna have fun like we used to"

"Someone is a child molester"

"Someone needs to shut the hell up" Andy snapped, looking back at Sammy. "How is Davis?" He whispered.

Sammy leaned in," He's okay…Mina is taking care of him"

"Does he still have road rage?" Andy smiled, thinking back.

"No…it's Andy rage now" Sammy shrugged.

Andy's face fell," You need to go"

"I want to stay"

"You have to go"

"I wan-"

"Sammy" Andy said sternly." I can always see you another time"

Sammy nodded.

"Wait…does he know that you went all this way to visit me?" Andy asked.

"What?" Sammy shook his head," No, we moved next door"

Brian dropped the pack of cheese that he was holding to the floor, he was planning on throwing it on Pete while he was sleeping but he was laughing so hard from Andy's look on his face he forgot all about it. ( A/N: I had way too much fun writing this cheese scene)

"Michael?" Marco yelled, walking down the street.

Ryan was inside the car, driving besides him." Marco, it's been 2 hours. It's 4 in the morning. We have school tomorrow. And you have a test. And a paper due"

"Michael's more important" Marco said tiredly, running a hand through his hair.

"Taco, shit!" Ryan yelled out suddenly, swerving to the right and almost crashing into a post, but lucky the tree stopped him. "Not my car…not again…." Marco sighed, running over to Ryan," Are you okay?"

"Yeah" Ryan said, jitterly unbuckling his seat belt and falling out the door. He stuttered slightly, trying to say something. "Obviously you're not okay, look how shaken you are, let's just go home, you're right, what's the worse that could happen to Michael, right?"

"Ma- Marco" Ryan stuttered, biting his lip.

"Yeah, I just think-" Marco started as Ryan turned his head around so look at what he was looking,"-that we sh- holy shit!" He yelled, falling backwards into Ryan.

Michael was laying in the middle of the street bleeding.

And this time, he wasn't moving.

Pete woke up yelling as Brian screamed out in laughter, almost falling down the steps. " Oh…oh my god! Motherfucker! Why would you stick cheese in my hair! That's like the best part of me!" Pete yelled, Brian crying in the corner now, about to pee himself.

Andy came up the steps listening to Mike Jones," Back then, they didn't want me, Now I'm hot, they all on me" Andy sang along.

"He doesn't seemed phased about the whole Davis thing" Brian noticed, finally catching his breath.

"Nope, whenever he listens to rap music he's depressed. If he has Trapped in the closet parts 1-5 we're all goners." Pete sighed out.

"But Andy's a good singer"

"No, I meant crying. The crying comes afterwards" Pete pointed out.

"Please, Andy doesn't cry around us" Brian rolled his eyes.

"Fine…5….4…3…"

"Are you supposed to count down till when he starts crying comically and then the whole viewing audience applauds you or something? Because this is not Dawson's Creek" Brian said, sitting on the bed.

" No…2…I just know my best friend well" Pete replied," 1" He said, getting up and moved across the room.

Andy was still singing Mike Jones.

"See, I told you so" Brian smiled in victory.

"I wasn't done" Pete stated.

"Wh-"

"5 4321" Pete said quickly and as if on cue…

"I said before the ice was in my grill before I got my major deal these girls didn't give a damn-" Andy's eyes watered up.

"Oh…wow." Brian shook his head," You're right. He's crying really hard too"

"Sarcasm, asshole" Pete said," Please like I can really count down when Andy cried, I snap my fingers"

"Right…." Brian trialed off.

Pete snapped his fingers, and full on water works started up.

Just as he was about to rub it in the phone rang.

"Hello?" Brian asked, "Hey Marco what's up sexy-. What? When…where? What! No…no…how…is he….no…no…no, no I'm not faking being upset, wow….oh shit…umm…we'll be there. We'll be there!" He said, hanging up. He grabbed Andy by the wrist and pulled him up," Come on" He snapped at Pete," Michael's in the hospital again"

There's the end of the chapter right there, but here's special sneaky of a new chapter I'm working on, cause I'm evil!

SNEAK PREVIEW:

And he had been having the weirdest fucking hallucinations lately, him being battered and abused, instead of Michael, and that hurt almost as much as reality had, incept, it was better.

Because he had his Mikey.

His. Fucking. Mikey.

His love. His future husband.

You know, he thought as he collapsed into the toilet seat again, hair and everything, and pushed out every single fucking thing that he had in his body and he realized that when he was on these medications he was more fucking violent, depressed and cursed mentally so fucking much he would put Billie Joel and Tommy Lee to shame.

And he's so delusional that he even believes that Michael.

Still.

Loved.

HIM. He loved him. He loved him. He loved him. He loved him he love him…

So he threw up a little harder.