Chapter twenty: Andrew 4 Andy?
Barry just sat there, wide eyed and shocked,
"You broke up this Andy!"
"I think so..." Came Andrew's voice from inside the pillow.
"Huh?"
"I didn't do it on purpose..."
"Drew! How can you accidently break up with someone!"
"I don't know how I did it, but I said a lot of stuff and then she said, 'Well, I'm sorry I'm holding you down! I let you be Andrew Watson!' and then she stormed off. Barry I really think it's over..."
Barry looked worried, Drew and Andy were the stable couple of the group, they always were together and they seemed so...happy. If they broke up it'd cause problems, what if Lemo saw this whole thing as his fault? Because he was Andrew's friend? He really didn't want to break up with Lemo...
"What am going to do mate? She drives me bonkers sometimes she treats me like her brother, but I think I'm going to miss that..." Andrew groaned miserably, still not moving his head from the pillow.
I wonder how Andy feels about this break up... Barry thought to himself, he look at his watch - almost having to put it to his nose to be able to see it with out his glasses, ten past midnight. Andy and Lemo will still be awake, knowing them,
"Be right back Drew."
Andrew just grunted in reply.
Coming out of the doorway to the boys dorms Barry looked around the deserted common room. They must have gone to their dorms... Barry went to climb the stairs to the girls dorms, unfortunately the stair changed to an extremely slippery slide and he slid down again, a little voice at the bottom said,
"Shame mother fucker!"
Barry looked around for the person who had said that, only there was no one.
"Who said that?" Barry squinted around in the mid-darkness, (yes he had put his glasses on...)
"Talking to yourself are we?" Barry looked up the stairs in front of him, from on the floor Andy looked way too tall.
"Morning" Barry said rising to his feet.
"Mornin'"
Taking a closer look at Andy, Barry could see she hadn't slept, but he knew she was to stubborn to go see Andrew. maybe it was for the best...
"So, why were you trying to climb the stairs anyway?"
"I was coming to find you."
"Why?" Andy looked at him suspiously - either that or she had something in her eye...
"Drew, told me about your little tiff..."
Andy visibly stiffened.
"You're not really mad at him are you?"
Andy sighed,
"No, no I'm not, but he's mad at me."
"No he's not, at the moment he's kicking himself."
"He is?"
"Yep."
The pair stood there akwardly.
"You could go see him," Barry suggested hopefully.
"Nope, he dumped me. He comes to me," Andy said firmly, "And you tell him that, I'm going to bed. Night Barry."
Barry stood there watching Andy dash back upstairs, oping he didn't make the situation worse...
"Drew...? You still awake?"
Barry heard a half-hearteded grunt, he was awake,
"I want to sort out this heir thing, find out if it really is Malfoy. You want to come?"
"And how are we going to do that?" Andrew said doubtfully, he hadn't moved his face out of the pillow since Barry left.
"We're going to the restricted section to find the potion we need."
"Oh, okay..." Andrew pulled himself upright and put on one sock, "I'm ready lets go..."
Barry looked at Andrew he was wearing boxers and a sock,
"Are you going to put on a shirt?"
"Why?"
Barry shrugged,
"If you catch a cold I don't give a crap..."
"Whatever..."
Together Barry and Andrew walked down the stairs and into the common room, on the couch, Andy lay asleep,
"I thought she went back to bed..." Barry said. Andrew walked over to her and put some blankets from her and pulled the book away from her.
"What's that Drew? If it's her diary you better not read-"
"It's not," Andrew answered looking through the book.
"What is it then?" Barry asked, he too looked. It was a book filled with letters, all by the looks of things from Andrew, written out text messages in inks that changed colors, moving pictures of Andrew and her. It was a book on their relationship. On the last page it said:
'Is this the last page?'.
Andrew's grabbed out his last unbroken quill and tried his best to write tidily - careful not to ruin the book,
'I hope not...'