A/N: Thanks For the Reviews. Sorry about the Delay Guys, Strong Language.

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A/N: This story's a "T" so I can't add sex, but I'll add a kiss, lol.

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Andrew watched Nick fight and he was just in awe. Diaz was everything that Andrew wasn't. He was tall powerful, explosive and scary. "Go Nick!" Steve yelled clapping as Diaz punched Penn from one side of the cage to the other. Andrew didn't want it to end. He just wanted time to stop so that he could at Nick for days.

Sure enough, the fight ended and The winners' name was announced.

"And your Winner, By Unanimous Decision...Nick Diaz!" The Announcer Bruce Buffer said.

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Both Andrew and Steve stood up and clapped. Andrew was glad that he'd come out with Steve, he was glad that he'd took the risk. That is until Steve said:

"Andrew, you've gotta talk to Nick, see if you can get him to come to our school" Steve said.

Andrew didn't want to, but Steve was pushing him back into the VIP queue. When Nick was showered and changed, most of the UFC Stars stayed behind with fans, just to take more pictures and sign more autographs.

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"Steve, don't make me do it" Andrew whispered.

"Come on, I'll be right here" Steve said. That promise turned to dust when Andrew found himself in-front of Nick alone, with no paper or pictures for the MMA Star to sign. He briefly looked around for Steve. But Steve was talking to girl near the vending machine.

"Shit" Andrew thought.

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He stepped closer to the table that Nick was sitting at.

"Hi..." Andrew said

"Yeah?" Nick asked.

"I just wondered...if...you...could...Could I err...have another autograph please? For my Dad?" Andrew asked.

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He could feel himself sweating and told himself to stop. He didn't want Nick running away from his smells.

"Sure" Nick said. A fellow fighter called Anthony Pettis gave Nick an autograph slip. Nick signed it. As Andrew watched him, his phone started vibrating. Andrew answered it.

"Where the fuck are you Andrew? I've gotta go out" His Father said. Andrew hung up. Forgetting Nick's autograph, Andrew ran out of the queue. Steve smooth talked the guys in the Queue to get to Nick Diaz first.

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"Nick, hey there. I've gotta ask you something" Steve said smiling.

"Hurry dude, there's a queue" Nick said.

Andrew took the bus without Steve. He wished Steve was with him. His Dad was always nice, when there was people around. He let himself in and his Dad was coming out of his Mom's room.

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"Is Mom okay?" Andrew asked.

"No thanks to you. I've got a life too you know. I hope that UFC Bullshit was worth it" His Dad said grabbing his coat.

"It was Dad, it was awesome. Nick Diaz is so...so cool. Maybe when Mom gets better I'll take her" Andrew said.

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He began walking past his Dad to see his Mom. His Dad Richard, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him back.

"So you'll ask your Mom, but you won't ask me. Why the fuck not Andrew? You ashamed of me? You little asshole!" Richard shouted pulling Andrew towards the sofa.

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Nick Diaz had his own autograph in his hand. Steve had given him Andrew's address. That Steve kid had a way with words. Steve had taken Nick to see his friend Matt. He'd signed a few autographs for Matt and his girl-friend. But he was pretty sure that Casey didn't know who he was.

Casey was a little Bitchy, but she was pretty. Steve asked Nick to surprise Andrew. He said that Andrew was really nervous around everyone.

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Steve said that Andrew had had a tough time in School. This would be a good way to cheer him up. He approached Andrew's house. He heard shouting and Glass being smashed.

Nick stayed back in the shadows as the door opened. An older guy stepped out. Nick walked towards him on the street. The guy didn't appear to recognise Nick from the UFC. When the guy got into his car, Nick knocked Andrew's door.

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"Who is it?" Andrew asked.

"It's Nick" Nick said.

"I don't know a Nick" Andrew said.

"Fuck...you know Nick Diaz...you saw my fight tonight" Nick said. It took a while, but Andrew let Nick in.

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What Nick found strange was that half of Andrew's face was puffy and swollen. It looked like only half of his face had been crying. But Andrew's eyes weren't teary. They were restless, but blank at the same time.

"You cool?" Nick asked.

"Yeah you?" Andrew asked.

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"Who fucked up your face?" Nick asked.

"Kids at School. They followed me home" Andrew lied. Nick nodded, but he knew it was bullshit. He didn't want to make himself comfortable. Nick had to wake up early in the morning. But he didn't want to leave this kid alone either.

"You left this" Nick said putting the autograph on the table.

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"Thanks. My Dad will love it" Andrew said.

"Really cause I walked past the dude that came out of this place and he didn't say shit" Nick said. Andrew looked at the autograph and watched TV.

"Steve asked me to come to your school" Nick said.

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"Oh, great" Andrew said with a nod.

"But I might not, you know" Nick said sitting on the sofa.

"Why not?" Andrew asked.

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"Cause you're bull-shitting me" Nick said. He said it in flat tone but Andrew shuffled away from him.

"What do you mean?" Andrew asked.

"Who really fucked you up?" Nick asked.

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"Bullies, I told you" Andrew said.

"Cool. And these kids were all at the UFC, and they watched me fight and all followed you home" Nick said.

"It's true" Andrew said.

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"Bullshit" Nick said. Frustrated Andrew turned to him.

"Nick I don't care what you think. That's what happened. Go to my School or don't show up. I don't care. I just wanna be alone" Andrew said.

"Whatever" Nick said.

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He got up. Nick looked at the red Squash dribbling down the walls and left. Andrew looked out of the window to see Nick leave.

Would Nick show up for Steve at School?

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Had Andrew ruined everything, yet again?