Disclaimer: I do not own any of Victorious, but please leave me, I wouldn't do well in jail.
Author's note: See what I mean by brief? That's why I hve definitely decided to post the chapter after this as well. Please review/follow/favourite and just keep reading! You're awesome. Here it is: André's POV. Enjoy!
André's Just a Boy
Once I was in the car I could no longer fool myself. Tears, not rain, were pouring down my cheeks and heavy enough that I had to pull over. As I did, my first sob escaped. My body lurched with the force of it ripping my body in half. Straight down the middle. Straight through my heart.
The pain from my chest was drowning me, standing out in my otherwise numb body. Men don't cry André, I remember telling myself. But clearly I was just a boy.
André Harris: The only thing worse than getting rejected, is losing a friend in the process.
Mood: Numb