Emilie's POV

"Oh my GOD!" I yelled again, launching myself at Andrew. I tackle hugged him, almost sending us to the floor. Andrew laughed, hugging me back.

"When did you get here?" I asked, not releasing him. I didn't realize how much I had missed him.

"Yesterday." Andrew placed his chin on my head. I released Andrew, wiping tears of happiness from my eyes. My best friend, my twin, was here. What a great way to start senior year!

Andrew's POV

I held Emilie in my arms, looking at Kyle, Stan, Clyde. Clyde was looking at me with jealously painted across his face, his fists clenched. I gave him an innocent smile, burying my face in Emilie's hair. It smelled of strawberries, her favorite flavor. I missed her so much, it hurt. But she was here in my arms. Where she belonged, not with Clyde.

I glanced back up at Clyde, noticing how his eyes were narrowed in anger. I suppose I struck a nerve by holding his girlfriend so close to me, by burying my face in her hair. I felt myself smirking, deciding to push his buttons.

"Emilie, I've really missed you." I whispered, planting a small kiss on her forehead. I looked at Clyde who looked like he would rip me apart if there were no witnesses. Kyle was giving us a strange look, Stan raised his eyebrow at me, and Emilie, ignoring the tense atmosphere, hugged me again.

Luckily for my life's sake, the bell rang.

"What's your first class?" Emilie asked. I shrugged, I needed to pick up my schedule from the office.

"No clue, which way is the office?" I asked, hopefully Emilie would take me.

"I'll show you!" Kyle volunteered. He released Stan's hand and walked to me. I saw Clyde wrap his arm possessively around Em's waist, giving me a wave goodbye. He was trying to be nice to me around Emilie to make her happy, but deep down, I knew he hated me, and I knew exactly why.

Well guess what Clyde? I hate you too.

Still in Andrews POV

"What was that?" Kyle asked leading me to the office. I looked at him innocently.

"What was what?" I played dumb.

"That whole thing with Clyde and Emilie, do you hate him or jealous or what?" Kyle wanted to know. I sighed.

"I guess I'm just a little afraid. Me and Emilie's been close for so long, you know? I guess I feel like a third wheel when it comes to Clyde." That was part of the truth, but not the whole truth.

Kyle nodded understanding. "Don't worry! Emilie really cares about your friendship." he patted my shoulder. I looked up at Kyle, smiling. Stan was pretty lucky to have him, hell, Kyle might have been a good guy to date instead of pulling a hit it and quit it!

"Here we are! I'll wait here for you." Kyle leaned against the wall next to the office.

"'Ello there!" A happy, British voice rang out. I walked over to the desk to see an angle staring back at me. He had shoulder length blond hair, wide, crystal clear blue eyes, skin as white as porcelain, and soft features. He was small, dainty and delicate, and he dressed smartly. He wore a red cashmere sweater with a brown bowtie, a white undershirt, black shorts, and white knee socks with polished black shoes. He wore a brown news boy cap, and the collar of his white shirt was folded neatly. Everything he wore was color coordinated, perfectly placed, and flawless. Whoever he was, he seemed like a proper gentlemen, something I wasn't.

"H-Hey." I cleared my throat. I went into a slight trance with his big, blue eyes staring at me. "I'm Andrew Hayes, I'm here to pick up my schedule."

The angle nodded, his slim fingers typing away at the computer. The printer came alive, printing out my schedule. He handed it to me while I looked over it.

"Great P.E. first thing in the morning." I rolled my eyes. The angle chuckled,fishing out his schedule from his own bag.

"Oh look! We have P.E. together!" He shown me his schedule. I smiled at him.

"Whats your name?" I asked the angle.

"Phillip, but the others call me Pip because they hate me." Pip said this last part with a hint of sadness. I shook my head, such a beautiful boy hated. Shame!

I slung my arm around his small shoulders. His face flushed with surprise. "Well then," I began looking him in the eye. "I'll call you Pip, but for a different reason."

"What reason is that?" Pip asked. I smiled, pulling him closer.

"One, Pip is a cool nickname, and two, I don't hate you." I gave him a smile that usually had one of my many butt buddies jizzing their pants at the sight of it. But of course, Pip was too much of a proper gentleman to do that.

"R-Right O!" Pip's face shown genuine happiness. I know, I know I wasn't supposed to be distracted on my mission. But I decided that Pip could be the only exception.

Besides, how could anyone pass up an innocent, angle that might be good in bed?

ANDREW XD you man-whore, moving in on Damien's territory! anyway, I'm wondering if I should have

a little bit of Andrew x Pip? or should it just be DIP (my OTP) leave suggestions in reviews people!