Below The Radar
Why did I ever get started with writing? I have no stories to tell. My sole purpose for writing Andi Mack fanfiction has been gone for months, so why haven't I stopped? My apologies for the disgraceful use of broken Spanish in the last chapter. I'll just never do it again to avoid further conflicts.
Chapter 9 - Please
~•~ Recap ~•~
TJ called Cyrus a fag out of some long kempt internal frustrations. Lucas came along, and TJ left before saying more things he would regret. Jonah remains beating around the bush when questioned about Amber and him. Lucas came to Cyrus' house and helped him come out to his parents. His mom was worried about bullies, and the dad was thankful that Cyrus told them.
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At school Marty sat at his desk barely listening to his history teacher as he drew little doodles in his notebook that he was supposed to be taking notes in. Marty smiled to himself as he grinned down at the corner of his page which had a heart with J+M inscribed in it. He then proceeded to go into larger scale stuff, as he fantasized about all the things he wished he could do with Jonah at school. First it was a doodle of little cartoon people holding hands that looked like him, and Jonah. The person that was meant to him didn't turn out to good, but then again he took a lot more time and added a lot more detail into drawing Jonah than he did himself.
Occasionally Marty looked at the students beside him to make sure that they were not watching what he was doing. Luckily everytime when he checked they were busy writing their notes like he should have been doing. Instead he got in one more doodle before the class was over with. It was one of Jonah in a tuxedo holding some flowers. Man did he look good, now only if that is what their future looked like.
Throughout the day Marty found himself checking back on the page of his history notebook with the doodles. There at school he would see all these couples holding hands in reality, while all that he had was his own fantasies drawn out in the notebook. He wished it would jump off the page and be real. He wished that Jonah would take the time to come and hold his hand while walking hm to class like all the other guys done for their girlfriends. Sadly that was not the case, but with Jonah's agreement to start slowly, maybe that would soon become a reality for them.
Bex watched from the sofa wrapped up in a blanket as Andi opened up the front door, and walked in tossing her school bag aside to the wall, and then closing the door. "Hey Andi, come take a seat, we haven't talked in awhile," Bex told her.
Andi looked confused, before she changed her walking path, and made her way over to the end of the sofa where Bex moved her feet, and sat up facing her daughter. "Sorry that we haven't talked much lately, I've just been… I don't know, out of things to say?"
"Andi you're fine, just I miss our talks. You used to come home everyday, and we would talk about boys," Bex said. "My favorite was when I would bring up Jonah, and you would act all flustered, and pretend that you didn't want to talk about him. Speaking of which how has he been doing?"
"Oh Beck?" Bowie asked walking in from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn that he handed to Bex before taking a seat on the chair beside the sofa. "He's the one I scared when you two went out on a date, ah being a dad is the best." While Andi's parents talked about Jonah, her mind was going a million thoughts per second. How could she tell them that her ex boyfriend, is now dating a guy, and her a girl? Was it even in her right to tell either one of them about Jonah?
"Uh, Jonah let's see," Andi began. "He's doing alright I suppose. And dad please don't do that again to anyone I'm seeing. I don't want you scaring off my date."
"Well now that you're single again, got any new crushes you'd like to talk about?" Bex asked. "Found a Jonah two point O, yet?"
"Not exactly," Andi began coming clean. "I'm not single at the moment."
"Seriously Andi, when were you going to tell us?" Bowie exclaimed.
"I was thinking maybe now was a good time," Andi stated.
"What's his name?" Bex asked.
"Actually it's what's her name," Andi corrected her mother.
"Oh, I'm sorry, what's her name?" Bex asked, before looking at Bowie's facial expression to see how he felt about his daughter dating a girl.
"That, I'm not going to tell you," Andi said politely.
"Please, Andi?" Bowie begged. "Or do I have to drive you back to school, and come in afterwards to meet them like I done with Jonah?"
Andi smirked, and held back a laugh. "What?" Bex asked. "Is there something we don't know?"
"Well for starters, there name," Andi said giggling.
"Andi I don't find this funny, who is she?"
"Someone who Bowie's plan would not work on," Andi deadpanned.
"That's not telling us much. If you spill the beans, I'll order pizza tonight."
"Nah, I think I'll be taking my leave, to my room now if that's okay."
"No, Andi that's not okay," Bowie voiced. "I'm starting to get an idea of who this girl is, and if it's who I think it is, you are going to be in big trouble. Now get back here, and tell us the truth."
"See mom this is why I didn't want to say," Andi pointed out while holding her arms out towards Bowie. "It's only going to cause more drama, which we do not need, can I just please go to my room?" Andi begged.
"Yes," Bex answered not wanting to be a mother who Andi hated. She already had Celia who she grew up hating, and that was not what she wanted to happen with Andi.
"But," Bowie began to be cut off by Bex.
"Nope, take this popcorn, while I go after her," Bex told Bowie getting up, taking off the blanket and passing the popcorn.
"You're really pretty when you get authoritative," Bowie said as she walked past him.
"Yeah, yeah," Bex said going to Andi's room, to open the door and walk in without permission. She closed the door as Andi objected, and she sat on the bed. "Listen Andi, you can date whoever you want, just please tell me. Bowie doesn't have to know anything, it can be our little secret."
Andi turned to face her mother, with slight tears forming at her eyes, "how would you feel if it was the person who left me on ferris wheel?"
"Amber?" Bex asked in disbelief. Andi nodded her head yes solemnly. "Okay wow, I was not expecting that. Now I know I said I wouldn't, but I'm going to have to tell your father."
"What no, you can't?!" Andi cried out. "Please, don't," she whined.
"No, Andi I'm sorry, but you're in a potentially dangerous situation."
"Fine, I'm never going to tell you guys anything again," Andi stated firmly crossing her arms.
"Andi don't be like that, this is for your own good," Bex said before exiting the room to find Bowie standing outside the door trying to listen in on what they were saying. "Bowie what are you doing?" Bex said. "Oh my gosh, get back in the living room."
"Yes, ma'am," Bowie teased. Once they got back in the living room they had their talk with one another. "I don't think that we should allow her to be dating Amber, one she's too old for her, and two that girl is pure trouble."
"No, Bowie I think that Andi is changing her, and making her better."
"No, it's the other way around Amber is turning Andi rotten. Did you not see that party that she was at last week?" Bowie asked.
"Okay okay, we clearly don't see eye to eye on this, but it would be cruel to forbid her from seeing her, she can't date whoever she pleases," Bex stated.
"Bex I love you, but think about Andi's sake, and not just your relationship with her," Bowie started speaking. "Would you rather Andi like you, and get hurt with Amber, or have her hate you at the moment, and not get hurt with Amber again?"
"She is a smart girl, she won't get hurt again," Bex answered.
"Fine, we both don't need to agree on this, I'm not letting my daughter see her," Bowie said rather aggressively.
"She's my daughter too, and she's allowed to see her!" Bex exclaimed with a loud voice making Andi hear her from her bedroom.
TJ had felt so bad about what he had called Cyrus. He already hated himself enough, for being such a loser that nobody wants to date. To try to make amends with his friend, TJ invited Cyrus to the one place that he knew he couldn't say no to. The swing sets at the park. When school was over TJ was the first one to arrive there, to find that the park was like a ghost town. Not a single person in sight. Except for one boy walking along towards him, Cyrus.
TJ didn't have the heart to greet him as he took a seat on a swing one seat away from TJ. Just seeing Cyrus made TJ's guilt rise up, and he had no clue where to start. "Thanks for coming," TJ began. "Now I don't expect you to forgive me right away for what I called you the other day. I just hope that you know I didn't mean it."
"Then why did you say it?" Cyrus asked in such a fragile voice, it sounded so weak that the teen might fall apart into shattered glass at any wrong answer.
"I don't know, I was mad at life, mad at myself. I didn't have much sleep, I wasn't thinking straight. Is there anyway I can make it up to you?" TJ asked with hopeful eyes.
"That's understandable, but still what you said was really messed up, and coming from you it hurt a million times worse," Cyrus said. "I'm scared that's how you really feel about me, deep down, just some worthless little fa-"
"Stop!" TJ yelled scaring Cyrus. "Don't ever say that word about yourself."
"But you did," Cyrus pointed out.
"Yes, I know we already went over this, no need to rub it in, I already feel bad enough, if anything I'm the faggot here," TJ admitted before Cyrus could even think to stop TJ from using that word.
"TJ, don't," Cyrus started to say, before he realized that TJ's head was down, and he was crying softly to himself.
"I'm sorry, I gotta go," TJ said standing up to leave. Cyrus got up, and dashed over to his hurting friend, grabbing his wrist trying to keep him in place. "Cyrus, please, just let me go," TJ said weakly. Meanwhile Lucas was taking a stroll through the park to clear his head from some family troubles. That was when he had saw his boyfriend who was holding what looked like TJ's hand, and was now hugging him.
"Cyrus let go of me," TJ said trying to push Cyrus off.
"No, TJ please, just let me do this," Cyrus begged. "You don't deserve to feel like this, no one does. You'll find a girlfriend, trust me, I know how it feels to think that I'll never find someone. In fact you're lucky there are more straight girls than there are gay guys in this world." Cyrus felt TJ start hugging him back. "In the meantime, you have me, a friend that loves, and cares for you."
"Cyrus, how did I get so lucky to have you as a friend, even with what I called you yesterday, you are here with me, comforting me."
"You made a mistake yesterday, and everyone does at some point. And I know that you're a really great person, who deserves love," Cyrus sweetly told him and then stopped hugging him, and took a step back to examine his friend to see if he was alright.
"Yo, what the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend!?" Lucas yelled as he stormed over in between TJ, and Cyrus.
"Woah, babe calm down," Cyrus said. "It's not what it looks like."
"Oh yeah, than what the hell is it?" he asked impatiently tapping his foot on the ground staring down Cyrus. He turned around to face TJ when he heard him speak instead of Cyrus.
"It's your boyfriend, being the greatest friend in existence, and you should be ashamed of yourself for going off on him, and thinking that he would be doing something like cheating on you," TJ told him sternly.
"Oh, I'm sorry for being overprotective," Lucas said turning to Cyrus, "please, forgive me?"
"Yeah, just calm down next time, and remember that TJ is straight," Cyrus told him.
"Wow way to make me feel like the minority here," TJ said.
Lucas whispered to Cyrus, "it's partly his fault I forget sometimes, he is the straightest gay guy." Cyrus giggled while looking at TJ, who looked to be uncomfortable.
"Join, the gayness," Cyrus said, "group hug?" He then stood with his head tilted up, and his arms spread open.
Lucas and TJ both stared at each other, and asked simultaneously, "is he serious?"
Lucas then genuinely smiled at TJ, and TJ done the same before the joined Cyrus in a group hug.
"See now this is nice, having my boyfriend, and friend get along, like they used to," Cyrus announced.
While school was over for the day, Marty tried telling Jonah that he had homework to do which was writing history notes he should have done in class. Jonah kept insisting on coming over, and well Marty couldn't say no to his adorable dimpled smile, so eventually he gave in, landing him at his desk doing history notes while Jonah was there in his room with him. What Marty did not know was that Jonah had some explicit intentions as he locked the door shut.
"So why did you not get the notes down in class?" Jonah asked walking up behind Marty whom was sitting in his chair.
"I was doing other stuff," Marty answered bashfully remembering his doodles.
"Like what?"
"These," Marty said turning his notebook open back a page to show Jonah the doodles.
"Is that us?" Jonah asked.
"Yeah, it is, I wish we were like that in real life though," Marty admitted with a sigh as he flipped the page over and went back to writing his notes.
"I'm sorry, I think I know how I can make you feel better though."
"Is that so?" Marty questioned raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Jonah said dropped to his knees at the side of the chair and groping Marty's crotch through his black yoga pants.
"Not right now, I'm doing homework," Marty said swatting away Jonah's hand from his crotch.
"Oh come on, you can do both," Jonah pointed out. "And besides who turns down a blow job, come on please," Jonah begged placing his hand back on Marty's crotch feeling up his balls.
Marty smirked and said, "I mean if you really want to so badly, I guess go right ahead." Jonah then pushed Marty's chair back some so he could get under the desk, before he pulled Marty's chair back up to the desk. Now above the desk was Marty doing his notes, while Jonah was under the desk with Marty's crotch head level to him. Jonah took the time to rub, and tickle Marty's testicles while his dick grew hard. Marty found it strange having his junk played with while he was trying to do homework, nonetheless he let it happen.
Jonah smiled to himself as the dick in his shorts grew bigger, and bigger until it was hard leaving an outline of the rod in his shorts. Jonah then placed a hand on Marty's thigh, and slipped his hand up into the shorts to tap on the head of his cock through the underwear, providing Marty with pure torture. Jonah then used his other hand to lightly tug on his testicles pulling them though the layers of clothing.
"Oh, god please," Marty groaned.
"Please, what?" the teen asked from under the desk.
"Just take it out already," Marty said. He then felt the front of his shorts, and underwear getting tugged down for his dick to spring up under the desk feeling the surrounding air on his now exposed penis.
End Of Chapter 9
Well I'm pretty sure I had every character say the word *please* at least once during this. That was just for the title of this chapter, a similar theme to connect all of the storylines. I'm not even a little sorry for the smut tease at the end of the chapter. I just done a long smut chapter yesterday, and didn't feel like doing another. The next smut in this story will be sex between Jonah, and Marty, I just don't know which chapter that should be. Peeps help me out, Jarty sex in chapter 10 or chapter 11? (or maybe even later than that). By the way I suffered with some extreme writer's block today, so tomorrows update might not be so good. Jeez I'm so excited for the ending of Metcalf's Cannibal Farm!
~Banana