A/N- Don't own Desperate Housewives at all. Thanks for the reviews! Please read and review. Have a great day! Takes place a year after the whole incident with Andrew being dropped off in the middle of nowhere for those who wanted to know for sure. Any OOC-ness is due to the fact humans are multi complex and events can shape a person for better or worse.

Chapter 2

"Stop," Andrew commands with a hint of fear in his voice and he glances at the younger teen. "Why am I stopping?" The hazel eyed teen looks up at him with a smirk and replies, "Because I said so." The fearful shadows in the boy's eyes betray him, though. "Then I guess I wont stop," he says and gently presses on the gas. "Justin, please just stop. If you go any closer then they'll see your truck, okay? They'll either steal the truck or parts from it," Andrew explains and obediently he eases up on the gas. "Why don't you just go home? You could beg your mom to take you in, or you could go stay with John." A glimmer of hurt flashes in the teen's hazel orbs, but Andrew shrugs the question away casually before saying, "Why are you really here?" Glancing at the setting sun, he pulls into a casual diner and replies, "I needed to come back. It's the only place where I can get away from him." That grabs Andrew's attention.

Closing his eyes he recalls the man that he had dated for eight months and twenty days. "Who is he?" Opening his wallet, he shows Andrew the picture of Jason. "We started to date shortly after I moved to New York. One of those cliché relationships; you know met at a bar, had a one night stand that turned into something more and bamb. It's amazing what a fake ID can get you into. Three months into the relationship he became a drunk and lost his job. Of course he blamed it all on his boss. He told me that he needed me then more than ever and I believed him. Five months into it, he hit me for the first time because the apartment wasn't spic and span. He's one of those neat freaks, but wont clean himself. At about seven months, he threatened to kill himself if I left so I stayed. Then a month later, he landed me in the hospital. Twenty days later I left to live with a couple friends. While he was at the bar, we went to get my stuff," he explains in a dazed fashion and Andrew inquires, "What happened to him?" Shaking his head to clear it, he says flatly, "I shot him. He tried to kill me so I shot him. He had me so scared that I began keeping a gun under my pillow."

The shock on Andrew's face is almost worth confessing his biggest mistake. "You killed him?" Chucking he nods and says, "Self defense. Marianne helped me through the guilt afterwards and the hysteria I was experiencing. Eventually she tried to hook me up with someone. He was a real sweetheart, the type that would have carried your books in school, but in the end I broke his heart. Truthfully, we've only been here for a month, but I only came back to Wisteria yesterday since Marianne is meeting her girlfriend's parents tonight then will stay with them for a while." Andrew hands the wallet back to him and smirks as he asks, "Why did you break his heart? And why is here the only way you can escape a dead guy?" He rolls his eyes then glances in the rearview mirror at the two kids about ten that sit on the curb sharing a cigarette. "I stayed with him for a entire month and six days. I led him to believe that we'd last for a long time, but I realized that it felt completely wrong to be in his arms so I had to break up with him. I never told Jason about this place, or anyone from around here. I started over in New York and broke all ties to anyone from my past, even my parents. Occasionally I would talk to John, but only for a few minutes to get the latest gossip since he likes to dish it for laughs. Jason can't haunt me here because he doesn't know where here is."

His lips are being crushed by Andrew's in a bruising kiss within seconds of finishing his sentence. "Andrew, we can't," he says, though even to him it sounds pathetic, but the teen only kisses him again urging him to part his lips with his tongue. "Does this feel right to you," Andrew asks and biting his lip he can only think of how he'll lose himself if he gives in to Andrew right now. "Tell me you don't want this much as I do and I'll leave you alone," the teen says, but he can't find the words that'll explain everything that he's feeling. "We can't," he finally manages to say, but Andrew's lips brushing against his neck make him want to say that he needs him. "Why not? No one can stop us now. My mom could care less what I do and you're on your own anyways," Andrew argues and nodding he kisses the teen back. "Andrew, I can't do this," he admits pulling away from the boy.

Desperately Andrew grabs his arm as he walks into the diner and yell, "Don't walk away from me, Justin." He grins, sits down, and picks up the menu ignoring the fuming teen. "You're not my boss," he finally declares and he feels relief surge through his body. "I know that, I'm not stupid." Rolling his eyes, he mutters, "Could have fooled me." The waitress approaches and smiles warmly before asking for their order. When she walks away, Andrew leans forward and says, "I was wrong, okay? But I hate her so much that I don't think clearly sometimes. All I know is that I want to hurt her so bad that she breaks and I can't think beyond that. I've gotten better, thought, I actually think of how my actions may hurt those I do care about. It wasn't until you7 left that I realized how stupid I was. I was right, she hates me now." It's on the tip of his tongue to say congrats, but deep down he still loves Andrew. "You know, I never hated Jason; not even when he beat me. I couldn't bring myself to hate him. I pity him and that is far worse than hatred."

"Are you going to the party tonight, Andy?" They look up at the new voice and he struggles to put a name to the blushing girl that stands at their table. "Only if Justin goes," Andrew states looking at him with a smirk and he glares at his plate trying to ignore the jealousy he feels for the girl flirting with the younger teen. "Are you going, then?" He glances at the girl and realizes it is Sandra from the cheerleader squad. "Depends on my mood later tonight," he says casually and signals for the check. "You have to go, Justin. Tonight's my only night off and who knows when you'll leave this time," Andrew says bitterly and the girl pouts at being ignored by her crush. "Andy, why do you need him to go? I could always go with you," she offers and he grins as Andrew's eyes darken with anger. "Don't call me that," the teen snaps and the girl gasps before gasps before walking away feeling betrayed.

Driving to the motel with the radio on low, he can't help it when his eyes are drawn to Andrew. He looks so innocent when he's asleep. "Andrew, wake up," he says shaking him and rubbing his eyes cutely Andrew grins sheepishly before asking, "Where are we?" He motions to the motel and says, "My home for the night. Tomorrow I can actually move into my own apartment." Softly Andrew says, "Justin, you could have dropped me off at my place." He grabs his overnight bag from beneath his seat and says, "I don't know where you live and I didn't want to wake you. Don't you get enough sleep?" Andrew shrugs and admits, "When I'm lucky." They enter the motel room and he frowns at the state its in. "I can't believe you're paying for this. I think I just saw a roach," Andrew says clearly disgusted and he backs away towards the door replying, "I haven't paid yet. I asked to see the room first and the guy at the desk knows me so he said yes. Maybe John will let me stay the night."

Closing the door on the broken bed, cracked mirror, cockroach infested room, he hands the key to the guy waiting outside near the entrance and explains, "My friend just called and wants me to come see him so I wont need the room after all." Andrew impatiently honks the horn and motions for him to hurry up/ "You could always stay with me, you know. It's not much, but it's clean," the teen offers and he smiles saying, "I'll think about it."

By the time they arrive at John's, most of the teens are already drunk or passed out. "Hey, Justin's here everyone," one of the regulars yells and a beer is shoved in his hand. "Welcome back, buddy." His head is swimming with all the yelling and finally he makes his way to an open chair. "Justin, do you want to go," Andrew asks after an hour of partying and he nods waving at John before heading out.

"We really should just walk from the diner. They wont mind if you park there overnight," Andrew says and he shrugs pulling away from John's place. "I never said I'd stay with you," he states when the teen turns on the radio and Andrew looks at him as if he's stupid. Smirking, the teen rolls his eyes and says, "Where else would you go?" Licking his lips nervously, he realizes that there's really nowhere else for him to go. "You'll be alone tomorrow so just lock the door when you leave. I have to be to work at seven then I'll be home around four until eight when I have to leave for my next job," Andrew explains and he finds himself feeling sorry for the teen. "Don't your grandparents ask about you? You'd think they'd try to patch things up with you and your mom again so you wouldn't have to work." Chuckling, Andrew slides into the middle so he's next to him and says, "They hardly ever come to see us and when they do I'm suddenly part of the family. On Christmas, Thanksgiving, and my birthday mom sends a check for $100 to me."

Andrew takes his hand as they walk from the diner towards his place. His hazels darting around suspiciously and the sound of a gunshot startle them both. "You'd think I'd get use to that," Andrew whispers moving closer to him and he responds, "I can't believe your mother lets you live like this." Suddenly the teen stops and stares up at him angrily before stating coldly, "She hates me, Justin. Just stop talking about her, alright?" He nods and Andrew begins walking again. "Hurry up," the teen hisses and quickly they enter the rundown building. "The elevator works, but I wouldn't chance it. Even the woman with three kids doesn't ride it," the boy admits and as they climb the stairs he asks, "Why don't you hate me? I left you so why not?"

The question disturbs Andrew and he stops on the step right in front of the door that leads to the hallway that his apartment is on. "Because I can't hate you. Anyways, you at least had the decency to say goodbye. I deserved what I got," the teen explains and he nods wishing he could crush his regret for leaving. "Come on," Andrew orders breaking the trance he had been in reliving some of the good memories he had of the teen.

Andrew hadn't been kidding when he said it was small. Straight through the door is an air mattress resting on the floor and to the right is a tiny kitchen with a sink, microwave, and a small fridge. "The bathroom is straight back and the closet is over by the end table." Surprisingly the place is spotless. "It's better than the motel," he admits and he tenses when Andrew's arms wrap around his waist. "Who's better in bed?" Unconsciously he rests his hands upon Andrew's hips and inquires, "Out of whom?" The teen's warm breath tickles his ear as he says, "Jason, that other guy, or myself?" He pretends to ponder the question causing Andrew's teeth to nip his neck drawing out a moan. "You, okay," he finally says and the pleased look in Andrew's hazels only excites him.

Kisses from Andrew had always been passionate, but now there's a desperate need in them that makes him crave even more. Somehow they end up on the bed with Andrew beneath him with their legs tangled together. "Justin," the teen gasps as he hungrily trails kisses over the boy's throat and he moans when Andrew's fingers tangle in his hair. "I'll make everything up to you. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it," Andrew pleads, and he looks into the teen's hazels that are filled with lust and something else he's never seen before in Andrew's eyes. "I'll decide later. Just hush right now."

Passionately Andrew kisses him and he tugs the younger teen's shirt up breaking their kiss only enough to pull it off entirely. So much for not giving in, he thinks and he's rolled onto his back with Andrew straddling his hips. "Andrew," he begins but the teen cuts him off saying, "I know, we can't do anything. At least not yet. I told you that I'd do anything you want and I meant it." When Andrew kisses him again, its gentle and sweet. "Go to sleep," Andrew says softly, his fingertips brushing over his lips, and lying beside the teen he wonders how he could have ever left him. The logical part of him reminds him that he left because Andrew was obsessed with hurting his mother and he hated feeling like he was a tool. "You have to court me if you actually want me," he says, finally giving in to what his heart needs, and sleepily Andrew agrees, "Alright, but do I have to bring you flowers?" "Just once, only so I can say I got you to do so," he states and the smile he feels on his collarbone tells him Andrew doesn't mind.