Straight Boys - Chapter 24: Chapter 24
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"You're supposed to be studying Andrew. Alone. What is your friend doing here?" Mr. Parsley's voice was sharp, deeply rooted to the back of his throat in a way that made a lump form in my own throat.
Andrew, with a heavy breath, admitted to his dad where he actually was, what he was actually doing and why I was with him. If this was any other day, under any other circumstances, and with any other possible reasons, I would have been trying to hold back my laughter at the interrogation Andrew was being forced into. Watching him squirm would have been icing on the top of the cake; but it wasn't like that. I was in the worst possible situation a person could be put into when meeting a parent for the first time. It physically brought me pain because I had no clue what to even do.
It was like meeting Taylor's parents for the first time all over again. Well, except Andrew wasn't my lover, probably pretty close to it with how I was feeling being scrutinized by Mr. Parsley with every glance he passed my way, but of course this was different. Everything was different with Andrew.
"Look, dad," my stare kept to Andrew, though, as I tried to ignore the dark brown eyes tracking my every motion, "if it wasn't for Zachary, I probably would've had a wreck from driving so recklessly trying to get here." I gulped for the second time in the presence of Mr. Parsley's glare.
"Is this true? All of it?" The question was directed towards me.
I had no idea what the hell I should have said to Andrew's father. It wasn't like I had to defend myself because I did nothing wrong, but it seemed like I did with the looks I was receiving. This had been an intimate family affair and I was impeding on it. I tried to leave, I really did, but it was like God just couldn't let me go. I should have left so none of this could have happened.
And in that moment, standing in the middle of a hospital room, being glared at by a pair of daunting brown eyes, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Not half of me so that I laid there with part of my mind too gone into the thin air to actually think because I already felt that way, but all of me so that it seemed I didn't have to confront the one person I probably needed to apologize to the most in the world. I would be gone so it wouldn't matter. I wouldn't have to look at the man that raised somebody I had hated and basically taunted one day, but couldn't get enough of the next.
I wasn't even being asked to apologize, so why was I thinking like this?
I had had too many confrontations that night, so I didn't need this, yet I did if that makes sense. Meeting Mr. Parsley was probably something that needed to happen.
But God damnit not in this situation.
This was a family affair, and I was nowhere near the vicinity of the Parsley name and what they had.
I felt like an unwanted outsider. I should not have come into the room in the first place, but I just had to see Andrew, to make sure he was alright.
What was I doing?
I usually knew, but not that night.
I had no clue what I was doing anymore, and that was kind of crap if I had to admit it. Complete and utter cow shit.
Taking in a deep breath to cool my burning mind, I had to answer him or else I would have started to look like a lunatic just standing around stuck in some imaginary space capsule. So I said, "Yeah. It was actually my idea for Andrew to go to homecoming so don't blame him." My argument, if you could even call it that, was an over used, weak plea, but I didn't know what else to say.
It did make Parsley himself, that righteous brat, smirk, so it wasn't terribly awful. It wasn't good either.
Good enough I suppose.
"Well," Mr. Parsley glanced down at his wrist watch for a millisecond before proceeding, "it's too damn early in the morning for all of us to be doing this, so why don't you go on home." I wanted to protest, I wanted to say that what he told me to do was a load of crap because I had way more things to say, so did he too probably, but then that would make me a hypocrite. So I didn't. I also might have kept my trap closed because of one pleading glance from Andrew to just leave, one look of thanks and appreciation after a slip of his tongue over his bottom lip. That might of irreversibly had me losing my voice.
That chump had no idea what the hell he was doing to me.
With an airy gasp for a silent chuckle, I nodded and turned to leave for real this time. As I walked out, Mr. Parsley made to thank me for bringing his son safely to the hospital. He also went back to gruffly talking to Andrew about we'll talk about this later or something close to it. I didn't stick around to eavesdrop, but rather waltzed rather quickly out of the ward. I went right passed Marie's desk, waved to her goodbye while she told me to get home safely.
I did, although after a few minutes of lazily walking the streets because I didn't exactly drive my car to the hospital. In those few minutes, though, I had time to think about what just happened.
Maybe I should formally admit my feelings?
Maybe I should really start to rethink my life choices?
I liked Andrew, I did, more than I should have, and that may have been a problem. I had told myself that Taylor was all I needed, that she was all I would ever need, even all I could ask for, yet that wasn't the case was it?
So, after walking from the hospital home and greeting my dad - who was up watching some cooking show weirdly enough - I walked into my bedroom, stripped myself of the suit, flopped down onto my bed, with my legs dangling off the edge, and my hands resting against my torso, and I got to thinking; which always lead me down astray paths most of the time, and God forbid I get too caught up in my own thoughts. I hated that, but at the breath of the darkest hour of the night, with crickets chirping and the constant buzz of my ceiling fan that had my eyes following each blade through the barely visible light streaming in from the crack beneath my door, I just had to let my mind take over.
I needed to start thinking about what I was doing with Andrew Parsley.
That kid, with all his bad fates and his none-too-sweet life was something else. He was a car with broken brakes coming straight at me, and he was coming fast.
Maybe I shouldn't have started helping him. Maybe I should have left him to his own devices so that I wouldn't be caught in his hold. Maybe, if none of this happened, I would still be having dinner at Taylor's house instead of blowing her off these past few weeks because of the terrible things her parents had said to me. But then, maybe I'm just telling myself these things so I wouldn't have to relive the past all over again.
So I wouldn't make the same mistakes I did with Him.
But if all of it were to really not happen, then I'd still be pressing Andrew's buttons and pretending to care about my douchebag friend Corbett Connors every time he got slapped by a chick he humped and dumped. I didn't want that. I didn't want that at all. Andrew became this new type of person after I unraveled his true colors and I liked it. Corbett was always a douche, I just had had enough of it now that I was with Andrew.
Sighing, I swept my thoughts clear from my head. I really shouldn't have taken a right on ponder boulevard. Everything was just becoming confusing if I thought too long about them, which was why I didn't really do a lot of that, but Andrew was changing me.
Everything was changing.
And man was it ever.
I hadn't really known that, though. Of course I didn't. I was too wrapped up in ignoring my own feelings at this point, only keeping Andrew's in check, to even notice the slight race of my heart whenever I met him, or the constant need to hold onto him because he was comfortable, he was some what of a buoy among the wild sea surrounding us, something I went to and grasped. I didn't want to notice this, more accurately. But I did, and sometimes I truly did not care, but other times, times where I would be sat alone in my room like right then, I cared a whole lot. I cared so much, that it was making me relive my past all over again; it was making me think about Him and what he did to make me this way.
What he did to create this person I had become.
Groaning into my pillow, I rolled onto my stomach and really did try to fall asleep. My thoughts were all over the place though.
See what happens when I start to think?
Shaking my head lightly, I closed my eyes and eventually got my mind to shut up. I needed to sleep because I was going to visit Andrew at the hospital later anyway.
I may not have needed to be there tonight, but I'd be damned if I wasnt going to be there for Andrew anyway.
Eventually I did fall asleep, but it didn't last long. I had been awakened by a loud bang that had resonated from down the hall. Groggily, I got up, rubbed my tired eyes and went to go see what happened.
It was a common occurrence in the Rogers household, so I wasn't at all surprised by it. It was always something different every time, though.
It was a much needed distraction, however, because I really did not want the first thing I think about when I woke up to be Andrew. That was also a common occurrence as of recently, so I needed a change.
Taking in a deep breath, I came around the corner to find half the kitchen floor covered in pots and pans. In the middle of the mess was my father. "What did you do now, dad?" I asked through a yawn.
"I was trying to take down this," he wiggle a red frying pan in his left hand angrily, "stupid pan but I don't know what happened. I maybe bumped something, but the next thing I know, all the dang pans are flying all over the place off this stupid rack!" I laughed slightly at his irritation, but got to helping him.
You see, my dad was not me. He could not cook to save his life, but he sometimes thought that he was some master chef. He wasn't. All he could do was burn a piece of toast to a crispy pile of ash and somehow make a loud noise to wake me up. It could be a spoon exploding in the microwave, or a glass plate dropping on the floor, it didn't matter what, there was just always a loud bang.
I still loved him anyway. He tried.
"You've got to be gentle, dad, gentle." I said at last after helping him put the pots and pans back on the hanging rack above the island. He only made a face in return. I shook my head. "How's 'bout I make you breakfast instead?" He kind of looked at me for a second, but then finally nodded. I would make breakfast in the end anyway, whether he wanted it or not. I mean, I needed to eat, so I got to cooking.
After making breakfast I got dressed and started heading towards the hospital. On the way, I started wondering if Andrew had eaten breakfast yet, and then I wondered if he would like a sausage, egg and cheese biscuit from Mitch's because he apparently hates muffins.
I ended up making a pit stop at Mitch's and getting him the signature hot chocolate, like last time, but this time the sausage, egg and cheese biscuit.
He had to like this, right?
I inwardly laughed at my inner need to please that kid.
On the way back up to the ICU, I had remembered that I maybe should wait a while because his dad was probably still mad; which then lead me to think that I maybe shouldn't have come in the first place.
My steps came to a screeching halt.
"Yeah... no." I changed my mind. I probably needed to give them some much needed family time, or not bother them in general, which was weird because I was good at bothering people, but then again this was Andrew and I was changing because of -
Again, after back tracking and leaving the hospital, I came to a screeching halt. This time, however, it was involuntary as I had ran into something, or rather someone, who oddly had a familiar stature and nice smell to their clothes.
"Oh sorry," and a familiar voice. It was Andrew. Of course it was Andrew, but out of all the people in this hospital, all the routes, we end up running into each other? Coincidence, I think not.
"Hey, Andrew." I cringed at my own enthusiasm, but ignored it. It was not the dominant feeling in my system at the moment anyway. My heart was beating too quickly and my hands itching for contact with the boy in front of me, too much so, for me to think about my feelings at the moment.
The surprised blues were not helping either.
"Roger's, hey. What the hell are you doing here?" I inhaled sharply, trying to hold back an awkward laugh.
"I'm obviously. . ." I chuckled again, bringing the back of my hand holding the biscuit up to rub my jaw when suddenly I felt an aching pang. Oh right, I got hammered last night. "Came to get my battle wounds checked out. They said I need a face transplant."
Andrew rolled his eyes, and I couldn't help but laugh. "No no," I opted for telling the truth at this point, "I came to see you." This was the whole truth, but it sounded kind of romantic. I wasn't going for romantic. It sounded so romantic, and I was pretty sure Andrew was thinking the same thing, if the flow of rose red going into his ears was any indication. It made me smile at how much I affected him. How cute.
I would have to tease him about that later.
"Oh shut the Hell up, you asshole." I laughed again at his terrible comeback, and when he awkwardly wiggled his eyebrows like a newb, I couldn'thwlp but let my insides spin. He was joking again. Progress.
"So," Andrew spoke up after I was done laughing my pants off, "whatchyah got there?" He pointed at the two cups of hot chocolate and brown bag in my hands. "Not another muffin is it?" I shook my head, getting my serious attitude back. I needed to stop messing around.
"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" He shook his head no, so I pushed the cup holders with the drinks and the bag into his hands. "Here," I told him, letting him grab the two items from my hands so that I could only take my drink back. "It's a sausage, egg and cheese biscuit. Eat it." He was about to protest, but I didn't give him the chance to. I grabbed at his shoulders and steered him towards the nearest chairs and sat ourselves down. "Eat it." I reiterated. "I got it for you."
He glanced down at it, then up at me, but eventually decided to eat it. I smirked in triumph.
As he ate his biscuit, I slouched further into my chair, sipped my hot chocolate, and let my curious mind wander off. I stayed like that until I eventually couldn't take it anymore and had to ask. "So what did your dad say to you last night?" It was fine if he did or didn't tell me. I wasn't going to force it out of him, but I asked because I couldn't take my thoughts trailing any further, nor the silence.
Andrew swallowed the last bit of his breakfast sandwich before giving me one reply. "I'm not grounded anymore." I widened my eyes as big as they could go. "Really? What? Why? How?"
The brown haired boy shrugged, glanced at a passing nurse, and said, "Apparently my dad had been thinking lately. He thought my punishment was too harsh and I obviously wasn't going to follow some of the rules set in place, so he lifted it. I'm free." I couldn't help it. I slapped my free hand against his shoulder and howled in delight. Andrew was home free, and I was actually excited for him.
He laughed at my excitement, which made me even more excited at the sight of his stretched lips, and I just let my emotions run across my skin for once. I didn't care that the nurses and patients mulling about in the halls were staring at the two of us weirdly, I was just glad that Andrew was able to finally go to some stinking parties.
I mean, that's the only reason I was that happy. Obviously.
"Dude, stop being yourself for one minute and calm down. I'm so embarrassed to be seen with you... God." Andrew sarcastically pointed at me and shook his finger in circles by his temple. "I don't know this dude. He's crazy." He said out to the people blatantly staring at him. It was more progress, and I was even more happy. I was making real progress with him. Now with myself? That was a different story.
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Oh God. I am soooo sorry. I'm always sorry. Geez.
But hey another chapter. Another Zachary POV. I'm nice, see?
But this chapter is not my best work I think. I didnt rush it, it's just that idk.
I'm kind of tired. But whatever.
I hope you liked it.
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Seriously? Who is this Him guy? What do you guys think?
What do you think of Zach and his thoughts this time? They seem to be getting more and more jumbled (probably just me, but maybe not)
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Andrew, with a heavy breath, admitted to his dad where he actually was, what he was actually doing and why I was with him. If this was any other day, under any other circumstances, and with any other possible reasons, I would have been trying to hold back my laughter at the interrogation Andrew was being forced into. Watching him squirm would have been icing on the top of the cake; but it wasn't like that. I was in the worst possible situation a person could be put into when meeting a parent for the first time. It physically brought me pain because I had no clue what to even do.
It was like meeting Taylor's parents for the first time all over again. Well, except Andrew wasn't my lover, probably pretty close to it with how I was feeling being scrutinized by Mr. Parsley with every glance he passed my way, but of course this was different. Everything was different with Andrew.
"Look, dad," my stare kept to Andrew, though, as I tried to ignore the dark brown eyes tracking my every motion, "if it wasn't for Zachary, I probably would've had a wreck from driving so recklessly trying to get here." I gulped for the second time in the presence of Mr. Parsley's glare.
"Is this true? All of it?" The question was directed towards me.
I had no idea what the hell I should have said to Andrew's father. It wasn't like I had to defend myself because I did nothing wrong, but it seemed like I did with the looks I was receiving. This had been an intimate family affair and I was impeding on it. I tried to leave, I really did, but it was like God just couldn't let me go. I should have left so none of this could have happened.
And in that moment, standing in the middle of a hospital room, being glared at by a pair of daunting brown eyes, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Not half of me so that I laid there with part of my mind too gone into the thin air to actually think because I already felt that way, but all of me so that it seemed I didn't have to confront the one person I probably needed to apologize to the most in the world. I would be gone so it wouldn't matter. I wouldn't have to look at the man that raised somebody I had hated and basically taunted one day, but couldn't get enough of the next.
I wasn't even being asked to apologize, so why was I thinking like this?
I had had too many confrontations that night, so I didn't need this, yet I did if that makes sense. Meeting Mr. Parsley was probably something that needed to happen.
But God damnit not in this situation.
This was a family affair, and I was nowhere near the vicinity of the Parsley name and what they had.
I felt like an unwanted outsider. I should not have come into the room in the first place, but I just had to see Andrew, to make sure he was alright.
What was I doing?
I usually knew, but not that night.
I had no clue what I was doing anymore, and that was kind of crap if I had to admit it. Complete and utter cow shit.
Taking in a deep breath to cool my burning mind, I had to answer him or else I would have started to look like a lunatic just standing around stuck in some imaginary space capsule. So I said, "Yeah. It was actually my idea for Andrew to go to homecoming so don't blame him." My argument, if you could even call it that, was an over used, weak plea, but I didn't know what else to say.
It did make Parsley himself, that righteous brat, smirk, so it wasn't terribly awful. It wasn't good either.
Good enough I suppose.
"Well," Mr. Parsley glanced down at his wrist watch for a millisecond before proceeding, "it's too damn early in the morning for all of us to be doing this, so why don't you go on home." I wanted to protest, I wanted to say that what he told me to do was a load of crap because I had way more things to say, so did he too probably, but then that would make me a hypocrite. So I didn't. I also might have kept my trap closed because of one pleading glance from Andrew to just leave, one look of thanks and appreciation after a slip of his tongue over his bottom lip. That might of irreversibly had me losing my voice.
That chump had no idea what the hell he was doing to me.
With an airy gasp for a silent chuckle, I nodded and turned to leave for real this time. As I walked out, Mr. Parsley made to thank me for bringing his son safely to the hospital. He also went back to gruffly talking to Andrew about we'll talk about this later or something close to it. I didn't stick around to eavesdrop, but rather waltzed rather quickly out of the ward. I went right passed Marie's desk, waved to her goodbye while she told me to get home safely.
I did, although after a few minutes of lazily walking the streets because I didn't exactly drive my car to the hospital. In those few minutes, though, I had time to think about what just happened.
Maybe I should formally admit my feelings?
Maybe I should really start to rethink my life choices?
I liked Andrew, I did, more than I should have, and that may have been a problem. I had told myself that Taylor was all I needed, that she was all I would ever need, even all I could ask for, yet that wasn't the case was it?
So, after walking from the hospital home and greeting my dad - who was up watching some cooking show weirdly enough - I walked into my bedroom, stripped myself of the suit, flopped down onto my bed, with my legs dangling off the edge, and my hands resting against my torso, and I got to thinking; which always lead me down astray paths most of the time, and God forbid I get too caught up in my own thoughts. I hated that, but at the breath of the darkest hour of the night, with crickets chirping and the constant buzz of my ceiling fan that had my eyes following each blade through the barely visible light streaming in from the crack beneath my door, I just had to let my mind take over.
I needed to start thinking about what I was doing with Andrew Parsley.
That kid, with all his bad fates and his none-too-sweet life was something else. He was a car with broken brakes coming straight at me, and he was coming fast.
Maybe I shouldn't have started helping him. Maybe I should have left him to his own devices so that I wouldn't be caught in his hold. Maybe, if none of this happened, I would still be having dinner at Taylor's house instead of blowing her off these past few weeks because of the terrible things her parents had said to me. But then, maybe I'm just telling myself these things so I wouldn't have to relive the past all over again.
So I wouldn't make the same mistakes I did with Him.
But if all of it were to really not happen, then I'd still be pressing Andrew's buttons and pretending to care about my douchebag friend Corbett Connors every time he got slapped by a chick he humped and dumped. I didn't want that. I didn't want that at all. Andrew became this new type of person after I unraveled his true colors and I liked it. Corbett was always a douche, I just had had enough of it now that I was with Andrew.
Sighing, I swept my thoughts clear from my head. I really shouldn't have taken a right on ponder boulevard. Everything was just becoming confusing if I thought too long about them, which was why I didn't really do a lot of that, but Andrew was changing me.
Everything was changing.
And man was it ever.
I hadn't really known that, though. Of course I didn't. I was too wrapped up in ignoring my own feelings at this point, only keeping Andrew's in check, to even notice the slight race of my heart whenever I met him, or the constant need to hold onto him because he was comfortable, he was some what of a buoy among the wild sea surrounding us, something I went to and grasped. I didn't want to notice this, more accurately. But I did, and sometimes I truly did not care, but other times, times where I would be sat alone in my room like right then, I cared a whole lot. I cared so much, that it was making me relive my past all over again; it was making me think about Him and what he did to make me this way.
What he did to create this person I had become.
Groaning into my pillow, I rolled onto my stomach and really did try to fall asleep. My thoughts were all over the place though.
See what happens when I start to think?
Shaking my head lightly, I closed my eyes and eventually got my mind to shut up. I needed to sleep because I was going to visit Andrew at the hospital later anyway.
I may not have needed to be there tonight, but I'd be damned if I wasnt going to be there for Andrew anyway.
Eventually I did fall asleep, but it didn't last long. I had been awakened by a loud bang that had resonated from down the hall. Groggily, I got up, rubbed my tired eyes and went to go see what happened.
It was a common occurrence in the Rogers household, so I wasn't at all surprised by it. It was always something different every time, though.
It was a much needed distraction, however, because I really did not want the first thing I think about when I woke up to be Andrew. That was also a common occurrence as of recently, so I needed a change.
Taking in a deep breath, I came around the corner to find half the kitchen floor covered in pots and pans. In the middle of the mess was my father. "What did you do now, dad?" I asked through a yawn.
"I was trying to take down this," he wiggle a red frying pan in his left hand angrily, "stupid pan but I don't know what happened. I maybe bumped something, but the next thing I know, all the dang pans are flying all over the place off this stupid rack!" I laughed slightly at his irritation, but got to helping him.
You see, my dad was not me. He could not cook to save his life, but he sometimes thought that he was some master chef. He wasn't. All he could do was burn a piece of toast to a crispy pile of ash and somehow make a loud noise to wake me up. It could be a spoon exploding in the microwave, or a glass plate dropping on the floor, it didn't matter what, there was just always a loud bang.
I still loved him anyway. He tried.
"You've got to be gentle, dad, gentle." I said at last after helping him put the pots and pans back on the hanging rack above the island. He only made a face in return. I shook my head. "How's 'bout I make you breakfast instead?" He kind of looked at me for a second, but then finally nodded. I would make breakfast in the end anyway, whether he wanted it or not. I mean, I needed to eat, so I got to cooking.
After making breakfast I got dressed and started heading towards the hospital. On the way, I started wondering if Andrew had eaten breakfast yet, and then I wondered if he would like a sausage, egg and cheese biscuit from Mitch's because he apparently hates muffins.
I ended up making a pit stop at Mitch's and getting him the signature hot chocolate, like last time, but this time the sausage, egg and cheese biscuit.
He had to like this, right?
I inwardly laughed at my inner need to please that kid.
On the way back up to the ICU, I had remembered that I maybe should wait a while because his dad was probably still mad; which then lead me to think that I maybe shouldn't have come in the first place.
My steps came to a screeching halt.
"Yeah... no." I changed my mind. I probably needed to give them some much needed family time, or not bother them in general, which was weird because I was good at bothering people, but then again this was Andrew and I was changing because of -
Again, after back tracking and leaving the hospital, I came to a screeching halt. This time, however, it was involuntary as I had ran into something, or rather someone, who oddly had a familiar stature and nice smell to their clothes.
"Oh sorry," and a familiar voice. It was Andrew. Of course it was Andrew, but out of all the people in this hospital, all the routes, we end up running into each other? Coincidence, I think not.
"Hey, Andrew." I cringed at my own enthusiasm, but ignored it. It was not the dominant feeling in my system at the moment anyway. My heart was beating too quickly and my hands itching for contact with the boy in front of me, too much so, for me to think about my feelings at the moment.
The surprised blues were not helping either.
"Roger's, hey. What the hell are you doing here?" I inhaled sharply, trying to hold back an awkward laugh.
"I'm obviously. . ." I chuckled again, bringing the back of my hand holding the biscuit up to rub my jaw when suddenly I felt an aching pang. Oh right, I got hammered last night. "Came to get my battle wounds checked out. They said I need a face transplant."
Andrew rolled his eyes, and I couldn't help but laugh. "No no," I opted for telling the truth at this point, "I came to see you." This was the whole truth, but it sounded kind of romantic. I wasn't going for romantic. It sounded so romantic, and I was pretty sure Andrew was thinking the same thing, if the flow of rose red going into his ears was any indication. It made me smile at how much I affected him. How cute.
I would have to tease him about that later.
"Oh shut the Hell up, you asshole." I laughed again at his terrible comeback, and when he awkwardly wiggled his eyebrows like a newb, I couldn'thwlp but let my insides spin. He was joking again. Progress.
"So," Andrew spoke up after I was done laughing my pants off, "whatchyah got there?" He pointed at the two cups of hot chocolate and brown bag in my hands. "Not another muffin is it?" I shook my head, getting my serious attitude back. I needed to stop messing around.
"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" He shook his head no, so I pushed the cup holders with the drinks and the bag into his hands. "Here," I told him, letting him grab the two items from my hands so that I could only take my drink back. "It's a sausage, egg and cheese biscuit. Eat it." He was about to protest, but I didn't give him the chance to. I grabbed at his shoulders and steered him towards the nearest chairs and sat ourselves down. "Eat it." I reiterated. "I got it for you."
He glanced down at it, then up at me, but eventually decided to eat it. I smirked in triumph.
As he ate his biscuit, I slouched further into my chair, sipped my hot chocolate, and let my curious mind wander off. I stayed like that until I eventually couldn't take it anymore and had to ask. "So what did your dad say to you last night?" It was fine if he did or didn't tell me. I wasn't going to force it out of him, but I asked because I couldn't take my thoughts trailing any further, nor the silence.
Andrew swallowed the last bit of his breakfast sandwich before giving me one reply. "I'm not grounded anymore." I widened my eyes as big as they could go. "Really? What? Why? How?"
The brown haired boy shrugged, glanced at a passing nurse, and said, "Apparently my dad had been thinking lately. He thought my punishment was too harsh and I obviously wasn't going to follow some of the rules set in place, so he lifted it. I'm free." I couldn't help it. I slapped my free hand against his shoulder and howled in delight. Andrew was home free, and I was actually excited for him.
He laughed at my excitement, which made me even more excited at the sight of his stretched lips, and I just let my emotions run across my skin for once. I didn't care that the nurses and patients mulling about in the halls were staring at the two of us weirdly, I was just glad that Andrew was able to finally go to some stinking parties.
I mean, that's the only reason I was that happy. Obviously.
"Dude, stop being yourself for one minute and calm down. I'm so embarrassed to be seen with you... God." Andrew sarcastically pointed at me and shook his finger in circles by his temple. "I don't know this dude. He's crazy." He said out to the people blatantly staring at him. It was more progress, and I was even more happy. I was making real progress with him. Now with myself? That was a different story.
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Oh God. I am soooo sorry. I'm always sorry. Geez.
But hey another chapter. Another Zachary POV. I'm nice, see?
But this chapter is not my best work I think. I didnt rush it, it's just that idk.
I'm kind of tired. But whatever.
I hope you liked it.
As always it's Not Edited. But hey LIKE and COMMENT please! I appreciate it.
But questions?
Seriously? Who is this Him guy? What do you guys think?
What do you think of Zach and his thoughts this time? They seem to be getting more and more jumbled (probably just me, but maybe not)
His about Andrew? And his dad? He's not grounded anymore, what?!!?
And you know if anyone of you has any question, just ask me. I will answer you 99% of the time. I swear.
But stay tuned for the next chapter. Gonna go back to Andrew and his POV. I miss him honestly.
Again, thank you for sticking. Really. Thank you. And shout out to all of those who have been wonderful readers. Some of you include
Dilanie2003
InnocentWhore
Gayisok94
myvaccumhatesme
rabbit_raspberries
ShawniesMuffin_Hoe
_UniquelyUnoriginal_
TotallyAFreak5637
There are soooo many more, so thank you so much! I know I suck at updating, but please stick with me.
But really, thank you. I really do hope you like my book still. It is my first one so I'm glad all of you are reading me go through this trial and error type thing... idk what it is.
But hey. I love you for it.
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