Here's My Kiss to Betray - An Andley Story.

Seven. - Safe With Me.

[ This Chapter's Point of View ; First Person Point of View. AKA ; Andrew's Point of View. ]

Being with Ash cheered me up a bit. I was actually a bit excited about meeting with the realtor tomorrow. Ashley didn't seem so nervous, or at least as nervous as I was going to make him up to be. I walked to my car as he walked to his, he drove off quickly and I waved bye to him as he left. I sighed happily. Maybe this wouldn't be.. So bad.
After arriving at the practice studio I scuffed my boots against the floor as I walked confidently over to the rest of the boys in the band room. Large black bag in hand, I took out the binder and set it on Jake's small amp.
"Hello, boys," I said, my voice immensely raspier than usual. Ashley raised his eyebrow. My voice gets deeper if I am aroused, annoyed or upset. I was slightly upset because of the realtor's meeting tomorrow, and how I should have asked her prior to the conclave what I should be formulated to bring. I did not wish to bring anything that is malapropos. I was mad at myself.
"What's wrong?" Ashley asked in a soft tone, figuring that I wasn't aroused nor annoyed. I shook my head.
"Don't worry yourself of it," I whispered back to him. I did not want to be a bother to the rest of the boys. I never get emotional nor show mere or no emotion in front of them. They are like family to me, yes, indeed, but I couldn't tell them something close about me, such as any secrets. I am a closed type of person. I couldn't tell them anything big..
My mind trailed off for some amount of time, I wasn't entirely sure. All I could feel was Ashley hitting my arm to wake me out of my thinking trance.
"Andy?" I heard him pause.
"Andy," he grabbed ahold of my shoulder and have it a benevolent squeeze. I woke up, bringing my eyes. My feet were planted at the same spot as before. I looked around, Jinxx, Jake, CC and Ash were all staring at me.
"What's.. up guys?" I coughed, looking around. I felt tired, I am having trouble breathing. My chest was rising and falling. Too much thinking made me breathe immensely harder. Ashley took hold of my shoulders and shook me gently. My peripheral vision started to turn a dark brown, then black. Soon enough, the darkness was creeping over my eyes and all I could see is black. My mind and vision were impaired, and I could feel nothing a- ....

I could feel something cold placed on my forehead. The excess water from the wet object dripped a droplet of water on the side of my head, it rolling down into my hair. I managed to blink my eyes slowly, looking up to a duplet of oaky-brown eyes staring into my dull, watered-down ice blue's. My impaired mind as well as vision and fine-motor skills were immediately regained. I felt a warm hand creeped up above my shirt in the small of my back. My body curved, I felt an arm wrapped around my shoulders, phalanges being gently pressed on the wet object on my forehead.
"Andy, you're up," Ashley smiled weakly, letting go of me immediately. An awkward wave of emotion spread across his tan complexion. I nodded.
"What happened?" I turned my head quickly, to recognize my surroundings. I was laying in a bed, an unfamiliar room. Ashley's room: Ashley's house. Ashley's eyes: Ashley's arms. I gasped, immediately sitting up.
"Andy, you hyperventilated and blacked out.. You must have been panicking and thinking too much," Ash stated, giving me a reassuring look, pressing down on my shoulders to lay me back down.
"Please rest," he paused, "you really need to rest. You're in my house, and you're not going to leave that spot until I think you're good enough to move," he said firmly. I whined shaking my head quickly.
"Ashley, the meeting with the realtor! It's.." my voice trailed off. I had forgotten what day it is.
"Tomorrow. I will go. You are clearly running a fever," he said, grabbing the bowl beside me on a bedside table filled with water. He took the object on my head and dipped all of it into the water, wringing it out. It was a cold rag. He placed it back on the same spot on my forehead. I smiled at him.
"Is this your bed?" I asked him, coughing raspily into my elbow. He nodded.
"You can sleep with me, because I need to check on you throughout the night to see if you are okay," he gave me a slightly stern look. I nodded. He bent down at the waist to get an item on the floor, as he picked up my dearest childhood toy: Beary.
"And look who I've got!" he smiled at me, handing me the stuffed bear. He was ragged, tattered and torn, with stuffing coming out of most appendages, and an eye holding from a mere string from it's socket. I was never rough on toys, but due to wear-n-tear since I was about four years old, Beary was due for a trip to my sewing machine. I squealed, grabbing Beary from his hands and snuggled him in my arms, giving him a kiss on the head. Ash's arms were behind his back, so I looked at him suspiciously.
"What's behind your back?" I asked, immensely uncertain. He already handed me Beary, but in his other hand must have been something else. He held up my favorite baby-blue blanket that had many tears at the seams as well. I was near to tears and grabbed it from his hands, wrapping the bear in my blue blanket. Ash used the spare key to my house I had given him for emergencies to get my belongings. In the corner of the room my eyes had drifted: I saw a few changed of clothes as well a few pairs of briefs and socks. I smiled at him.
"Thank you," I spoke quietly, too engrossed in my bear and blanket that I slept with every single night. He nodded.
"Anything for a friend. Now slide under the covers. You need rest." I did as told and scooted back a few inches and pulled back the covers, before getting under them I asked him to turn around as I stripped to a black tank-top and gray and black briefs, then quickly getting under the covers. He covered me up to my neck with sheets and fluffy blankets, before getting into bed himself, with a bare chest and boxers. He turned his back to me, grabbing the light of the bedside lamp and turning it off.
"Goodnight, Andy."
"Ni-Ni, Ashy."