𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ||【 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕚 𝕏 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕏 𝔼𝕣𝕨𝕚𝕟】

|14| Back, but with a friend

2 years later

"Andrew!!" I yelled from the kitchen. In my hand was a frying pan, and I had just flipped an omelet. Andrew was currently in his room, blasting 7 Nation Army like the dumbass he is. The amount of complaints we're going to get. Oh, I already feel a headache brewing.

"What?" he practically shouted over his music, his door being pulled open so he could poke his head out. I turned around, looking down the hall and making eye contact with him.

"One, you're going to get us another noise complaint. And two, what the hell do you want in your omelet?" I asked. The 5'11 man opened his door, pausing his music from his phone. Damn, just as See Me Fall started playing, too.

"I'll have a shit tone of cheese, please," he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a fork and stabbing it into my omelet that was already made. He took a bite out of it, yelling as steam came out of his mouth.

"Hawt, hawt!!" he placed his fork down, fanning his face in pain. "Dumbass," I muttered, shaking my head as I placed cheese into the mans omelet.

Andrew and I are now 21, Andrew turning 22 in a couple months. The two of us have lived with each other for the last year in a half, not deciding to go to college, and instead just living out our best lives as the best friends we were.

"Tastes good," he went back in for another bite, doing the same exact thing as before, but not shouting.

"Dude, you'd think you'd learn after the first time," I said, flipping his omelet onto his plate.

"It tastes good!!" he yelled, slightly muffled from the food in his mouth. I shook my head and threw my pan into the empty sink.

"Moron," I whispered, grabbing my plate from the mans hands and sitting down behind the island, staring at the television that was currently off.

"You have spoken Japanese for 2 years and I have yet to understand a single word," he plopped down beside me, handing me a fork while digging into his own plate.

"That's the point," I stabbed my fork into my food, ripping a piece out of the partly eaten omelet and shoving it into my mouth. Andrew hummed, standing up with his food in his mouth, grabbing onto the remote.

Andrew has changed a lot since high-school, and in a good way. He is a 5'11 man with naturally loose, curly black hair. His eyes are an olive green, complementing his tan skin.

He had light stuble on his face because he hadn't shaved this morning. He wore a black t-shirt with a pair of black Adidas joggers. He wore a couple bracelets on his right wrist, one metal one, and the other one was a string one that said bad bitch.

The two of us had made bracelets the one night. I had a matching one on my right wrist.

In the middle of his middle finger on his right hand was a tattoo of a cross. On the inside of his left forearm was an all black tattoo of Charizard. He's a dork and is absolutely obsessed with Pokémon to the point he actually got one tattooed on him. But, it looked sick, so I wasn't going to say anything about it.

Speaking of me, I've changed quite a bit, too.

I had gotten my ears pierced, well, more than before. On my left ear, I had two regular piercing in my lobe, a small obsidian earring in the bottom one, and a diamond one just above it. It was the same on my right, other than the added Orbital piercing that had a diamond hoop in it.

My body had matured from a teenagers to an adults. I gained some muscle, joining gym lessons with Andrew daily. I even took a boxing class on the weekends.