A/N- Hey everyone. Sorry for the late update. I was out of town and didn't have time to put a new chapter out. Well, thanks for the reviews. Glad ya'll loved the last chap and Bree's appearance. The moment some of you have been waiting for has arrived: Angelina and Marianne have finally come to Wisteria Lane.

Chapter 12

"Oh Andy," Justin calls out just as the teen's about to leave to get breakfast and Andrew glares at him before asking, "What now? I already ran to the gift shop a hundred times. The cashier knows me by name now." Pouting the blond lowers his lashes pulling off the hurt look well and whispers sweetly, "All I wanted was a hug, and maybe a chocolate shake." Stalking over to the bed, Andrew hugs Justin quickly and kisses his pouting lips before admitting, "I'll see what I can do. Why did everyone else leave, anyways?" Grinning Justin states proudly, " Mom left because I asked her to be my maid of honor at the wedding we have planned for next week, Ben left because he hates me and just wanted to wait around in case I died or had brain damage, and Ezra left because I asked him to buy me a car that said 'I love my daddy, Ezra' on it, then Serenity escaped when I asked her advice on love." Rolling his hazels, Andrew brushes his lips over Justin's and says, "At least your tactics were creative. I'll be back."

Slinking into a room wearing a see-through top and a mini-skirt is the lying whore with her high-pitched voice. "Justin, are you alright? I just heard, and rushed over to see how my sugar pie is doing." Anger and frustration dig into Justin like hot spikes and he hisses, "Get out, or I will not be responsible for my actions." Claire pales, but stays and states, "But the baby needs a father." "Good, fine the person who fathered it then," Justin growls and her eyes fill with tears as she wails, "But I don't know who the father is!" No surprise there. She's got Edie Britt beat for most used bicycle. "I'm sorry, but I can't handle being a dad right now. At this moment, I'm unstable at my best, and my worse is probably disastrous. Also, I'm trying to form a relationship with Andrew. Take a paternity test or something. Try to figure out who could be the father. I don't care anymore."

Squeals erupt from outside his door then a blur of red and gold invade his vision. "Justin," they scream together and he's being hugged on both sides while his eyes adjust to the onslaught on color. "Angelina! Marianne! What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming for another week. I'm so glad to see you," Justin exclaims and he looks up to find Andrew standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Angelina, let the kid be by his boyfriend. We can hug Justin all we want when he's back to his healthy self," Marianne says as she rearranges the multi-colored roses she brought. Nervously Andrew settles on the bed, and watches Angelina pull gifts out of a bag. Reassuringly Justin holds the brunette closer as Kyle and Dave approach. "Well, everyone, this is Andrew," Justin says before his lips are being crushed passionately by Kyle's and Dave gently kisses Andrew. "Hi," Angelina says as Kyle kisses Andrew lightly and Dave plunges his tongue into Justin's mouth. "Hello," Marianne states sitting on the edge of the bed tugging Dave off of Justin before they go too far.

Breathlessly Justin grins and hugs Angelina then Marianne before saying, "I'm fine, okay?" Smiling Angelina hands the blond a caramel colored teddy bear wearing a blue shirt that says GET WELL, three balloons with curly strings, and a bag full of Twix, Snickers, and M&Ms. "Thanks," Justin says and Kyle straddles his lap handing him a necklace with a sharks tooth dangling from it saying, "I had to buy it for you, and Dave bought you a bright blue surfboard." Justin accepts Kyle's kiss and ruffles Andrew's hair when the teen glares at him.

"So, this is Andrew," Marianne drawls looking the hazel eyed teen over and instinctively Justin pulls Andrew closer. "What do you see?" Angelina turns her blues onto Andrew focusing on the colors that surround him. "White with dark red swirled with it and silver," she admits glancing at her girlfriend and Justin strokes Andrew's cheek whispering, "See, nothing bad." "What else do you see, Angelina," Marianne prompts and the blond girl sits down saying, "Pink, gold, and black." Tilting his head up, Andrew glances up at Justin before asking, "What do they mean?" Smiling Justin squeezes Andrew's hand as Angelina says, "Silver means confidence, pink represents that you're in love, gold shows the hope your feel, and black represents the sorrow you feel for losing your father, Justin, and your mother." Shaking his head, Andrew begins toying with his now cold breakfast and says, "I hate her! I don't feel sorrow for her!"

Kissing Andrew hotly, Justin pins the teen to the bed and hisses, "Stop acting like a child, Andrew. You can't hate her if you called her for help. Just let it go. I can't stand being with you when your hate consumes you." Desperately the brunette struggles against the blond, but Justin doesn't budge. Finally Andrew gives up, and clings to the blond whimpering, "I have to hate her, Justin. If I don't, then I miss her and that hurts too much. I'm not strong enough to handle the pain. I know I pretend to be, but I'm really not." Lovingly Justin kisses Andrew and trails his fingers along the boy's arms whispering, "You don't have to be strong. I'll be strong enough for both of us." Kyle settles on Dave's lap and inquires, "When do you get out?' Grinning Justin rolls off of Andrew and says, "Anytime today actually, but I had to have some fun first by sending Andrew on various trips."

Annoyance flashes in Andrew's hazels and playfully the teen slaps Justin's arm saying, "I was trying to be helpful to the bedridden jerk." "I'm not a jerk, I really have to stay away from strenuous activities for a little while," Justin argues and rolling his eyes Andrew slips from the bed to dump his forgotten breakfast out. "That's not fair, I wanted to break another bed with you," Kyle whines as Justin slips on his jeans and the blond grins replying, "Maybe some other time." Marianne rolls her eyes taking Angelina's hand and states, "Marc would have come with, but he has to stay at work. Give him a call later so he knows you're all right. He still cares about you, the least you can do is ease his troubled mind."

Lowering his gaze, Justin tries to ignore the guilt that erupts within him. "Babydoll, can I talk to you alone?" Nodding Justin smiles at Andrew before shrugging and squeezing the brunette's hand. Tentatively the blond male follows Marianne to the cafeteria.

"Babydoll, not that Andrew doesn't seem like a nice guy, but he's not right for you. He hurt you a lot before and he'll only do it again. I don't know what he did since you refuse to tell anyone, but you were a complete wreck when we met. Even Jason didn't hurt you like he did," the red head says softly and taking a deep breath Justin asks irritably, "Whom do you think I should date, then?" "Marc! He's never hurt you, and he loves you so much, Justin. Why can't you just be with him? How can you refuse to love him," Marianne screams at him, her voice rising with emotion, and he runs a hand through his hair arguing, "I don't love Marc. You don't know how badly I use to wish that I could, but I can't because I never got over Andrew. I still love Andrew, and nothing you say will change that." Looking away to hide the fury in her greens, Marianne digs her nails into her palms as she hisses, "He'll destroy you." "No, not this time. He may have cheated on me to get back at his mom, but this time is different. He's not obsessed with hurting her anymore. And he said he loves me, Andrew doesn't say that lightly," Justin argues defending the boy he loves, but cold emeralds lock with tortured sapphires as Marianne states, "He'll cheat on you again. He hasn't changed, Justin, people don't change. I love you like you were my baby brother, and I can't just sit here watching you throw your heart away." "Then leave," Justin says calmly before walking away; even though, on the inside he's screaming and crying.

Splashing cold water onto his face from the faucet, Justin prays that no one comes in and sees him like this. With shaky hands, he turns the water off and slips to the floor. "Justin?" Please, go away, just leave me alone! "Sweet heart, what happened? Marianne wont talk to me," Angelina says stroking his back as she wraps him in her arms protectively and she comforts him the way a mother should. "She wants me to be with Marc. She doesn't understand that I love Andrew. I don't want to lose either of them." "She'll get over it, sweetheart. Don't give up the person you love just because someone doesn't approve," Angelina says and the door opens revealing a man in a business suit. "Girls aren't supposed to be in here," the man states and raising dagger-baring blues she says, "Go to hell. Don't you see that I'm busy cheering a friend up? I really don't care if this is the men's restroom, so you can stop your yapping and leave." The fierce protectiveness in her stance brings a smile to Justin's face and rising to his feet he drags her out.

Pausing outside the door, Justin listens to the yelling coming from inside and takes a deep breath before entering. "You don't deserve him, you cheating bastard," Marianne screams slapping Andrew, but the hazel-eyed teen smirks saying, "Maybe I don't, but I have him. In case you haven't noticed, I don't really care how you feel about me because I know Justin wont leave just because you want him to. People can change." The red head laughs shrilly, her greens ablaze, and yells, "No, they can't. If they could, then mama wouldn't have shot daddy and the whore he was sleeping with. Marc knows how to treasure those he loves. He deserves Justin." Carefully Kyle pulls Andrew away from Marianne when she lashes out with her nails, and he commands, "Stop it, Marianne. It's not up to you who Justin loves and whom he's with. We all love Justin, and none of us approve that Andrew cheated on him, but that was the past. Justin's a big boy and he can make his own decisions."

The serious tone to Kyle's voice draws Marianne's attention to him and gazing around she demands, "Do you all feel that way? Does everyone agree that this cheater deserves our Justin?" Drawing close to Kyle, Dave nods and says, "Go cool off." "Angelina, do you feel that way, too?" The fire that had flamed Marianne's fury is now burning out, and the blond girl says sternly, "It doesn't matter how I feel, Marianne. Personally, though, I don't think they make a bad match. I can see Andrew's colors; his true self, and the love he feels for Justin is as intense as it is pure. I changed for you, didn't I? I gave up being a stripper even though it meant struggling to make ends meet." Justin encloses Andrew in his arms saying, "I love Andrew. If you can't handle that, Marianne, then I'm sorry but you'll have to go until you can at least act civil."