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It took a while to get this posted. Thought this was going to be a one shot but looks like it isn't :) Thank you to all who have read, liked and review. Much appreciation to elephant0303 who has allowed me to bounce ideas and then read my crazy ideas.

Chapter 2

Rusty had a hard time falling asleep. Did he really just suggest, no tell his mom to have her boyfriend move in? What was he thinking? Rusty groaned pulling his pillow over his head. Why didn't he just mind his own business and keep his mouth shut? Was moving to a new house really freaking him out this much? Well, duh, voiced that little voice in his head, his actions spoke volumes. He glanced around his room. His room. This was home. This was comfortable. He didn't want it to change. Change usually meant something unpleasant was on the horizon.

But Andy was around a lot. Like all the time. They had already done the cohabitation thing hadn't they? At least this time, he could keep his room or stay at Gus', if things got uncomfortable. Who was he kidding, when, when things got uncomfortable. Rusty groaned as his mind brought up images of his Mom and Andy, images he tried to eradicate from his mind.

Maybe he could recant in the morning? Claim temporary insanity, a reaction to his exposure to toxic black mold. The memory of that moment made him smile, then he felt a little guilty. She had been so excited about that house and the idea of moving in with Andy. Granted it had taken her some time to get to that point. He assumed that she hadn't mentioned the whole moving in together thing to him until she had been ready for that step. After all she had done for him, could he really deny her something that would make her so happy? Simply because he was scared.

And a little bit jealous if he was being truly honest. He really didn't want to share her. He didn't want her in every nook and cranny of his life, but it was kinda nice when he had her all to himself. He was just too immature to realize it.

So now she expected him to invite Andy to dinner so they could ask him to move in. Auuhhhggg, that little voice had turned into a little man banging his head against a wall and screaming. Oh could this get any worse. The easy answer, a definite yes.

That dinner was going to be all kinds of awkward. There was no way Andy would say no, no matter how impractical the condo was for the three of them. Rusty could see no good way of backing out. And the more he thought about backing out, the more he realized that he didn't want to. Andy was a good guy, rough around the edges but good. He was honest. He didn't sugar coat things. Andy tried to be kind when he could, but he hadn't and didn't lie to him.

Living with Andy during his recovery hadn't been that bad. It was really the Flynn-sitting part that was awful. They both hated it. Andy felt weak and burdensome to everyone while Rusty felt resented and intrusive. It had all worked out in the end. Rusty was actually kind of thankful for Sharon's over-protectiveness regarding Andy. Her insistence that Andy not be left alone had probably saved his life.

This time, it would be different. Rusty would have his room not the couch. Life would be pretty normal. Well, as normal as it could be with love sick adults around. Rusty groaned again as those images made a reappearance.

Rules! That would be his saving grace, Sharon loved rules. Rusty just needed Andy to be on board. He needed to talk with Andy about this moving in idea, without Sharon. He needed to set some ground rules for those two and this possible new living arrangement.

Finally feeling a little more at ease about it all, Rusty adjusted his pillows and tried to finally get some much needed sleep.