Half and Half

6

Sierra's POV

"Hey Andrae?" I started nervously, as I walked into his room.

"Hm?" He mumbled, from on top his bed.

Closing the door behind me, I walked to his bed. Cautiously, I sat down beside him.

"Why'd you do it?" I whispered. The tension changed, just like that. It was thick, and heavy.

He looked at me, a puzzled expression on his face. "Do what?"

I looked at him painfully. "Don't pretend you don't know." Not looking at him, I carefully pulled up his sleeve, biting my lip, so I wouldn't get emotional.

He let out a sigh, head down. "Andrea." Croaking, he pulled his blue long sleeve back down.

Without thinking, I hugged him. He sat there, motionless. But then he broke. He laid his head on my shoulder, and started to cry. He held onto me tighter, and my shoulder was soaked with his tears.

I rubbed circles on his back, and slowly, he calmed down.

"I'm sorry D.J." He apologized.

I ran a hand through my short hair.

"I didn't think anyone would care. Because let's face it, who really gives a dam-"

"I do. Don't ever say that again. I care for you. There might be others who don't care, but I give a damn. I give a damn, because you're my best friend." I interrupted, frustrated he thinks so lowly of himself.

He pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them. "I-I'm sorry."

"It's fine." I told him, sadly.

**

Andrae's POV

D.J left, and I trudged back up the stairs, and into my room. I closed the door, and opened my closet. Clothes hung on iron hangers, a box of old toys, shoved in the corner.

A couple pair of shoes here and there. And a photo album. My breathing hitched. I pulled the album out. It was dark blue, with a little slot in front, with a card inside, that read: The Twins.

Neat cursive. Andrea's handwriting.

I flipped to the first page. A picture of me and Andrea, in the hospital. When we were just born. Me in a blue blanket, and Andrea wrapped up in pink.

A small smile graced my lips. More pictures of our childhood.

Flipping to the next page, I bit my lip. It was a picture of Andrea, and Samuel.

''Andrea, are you serious?'' I asked.

She nodded, ''How am I gonna tell mom and dad? They'll never let me see Samuel again.''

I pulled her into a hug, ''It'll be okay.''

She started to cry. ''I'm gonna get so damn fat.'' She laughed a little.

I smiled. ''Of course that's the first thing you think of. What are you gonna name her? Or him?''

She pulled away, grinning, ''Alex as a girl, and Andrae Jr. if its a boy.''

''Are you for real?''

''Totally.''

I closed the album, not able to look at more pictures. I put it back, and closed my closet.

(I suppose this is a memory, since Andrea is dead.. So here is her memory. A bit of profanity, and.. mean words. Lol, can't think of a better word.-A/N)

''Slut.''

''Whore.'' I cringed, I hate this.

I walked to my locker, head down. Samuel walked towards me.

''Hey beautiful.'' He greeted. I pulled out my textbook, and closed it, looking at him, with a weak smile.

His face etched with concern, he asked me, ''Are they messing with you again? Don't... Don't let it get to your head. Baby, you're perfect. Okay?'' He held me close to him, kissing the top of my head. He pulled away, and held onto my shoulders. ''You're perfect.''

Listen to him.

I closed my eyes, and opened them back up. He grinned, bending down. He pat my growing stomach, and kissed it. I smiled.

''I love you both, okay?'' Sam said, a boyish grin on his face. I ruffled his hair, kissing his cheek, when he got back up.

He walked me to homeroom, and left me in hell. By myself.

''Bye babe.'' He kissed the top of my head, once more and left.

The class stared at me, whispering, about god knows what. Oh, maybe my big-ass belly. I rolled my eyes, at my terrible sarcasm.

My teacher, Mrs. Hobson, looked at me with pure disgust, making me clench my jaw, and my chest to ache.

Head down, I trudged to my seat.

I sat down, and Adrian, the guy in front of me faked coughed, ''Prostitute.'' His friends laughed, high-fiving each other. I took my pencil out, tapping it on the table.

''Stop with the tapping.'' Mrs. Hobson screeched. ''Moving on, worksheets are being passed back, complete it by the end of the class.''

Adrian passed the last paper back to me. I snatched it out of his hands, and saw his fugly hand-writing in the blank where you were supposed to write your name.

Instead of 'Andrea Wilson', in the blank, it said, 'Fucking ugly whore'. My grip on the pencil tightened.

Adrian spun around, with a smirk on his face. ''Wait, I wrote the wrong thing. Its 'Fucking worthless ugly whore.' Let me correct my mistake.'' He reached for my paper, and then the pencil snapped in my hands. My jaw clenched, and I got up. I crumpled the paper, throwing it in his face.

''Fuck you.'' I sneered, before grabbing my things, and leaving.

''Hey! Where do you think you're going young woman, come back right this instance, I'm calling your p-'' Mrs. Hobson protested, as I left.

**

''No, baby, let me go with you.'' Sam begged.

''NO.''

''Baby please? I can't let you go alone.'' His voice trembling.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, ''What do you think I'll do? Kill myself outside? With what, a twig? Let me go alone. I need air.''

He shook his head, ''Why won't you let me come along, if its just air you need?''

''I need my own goddamn time! Is that so hard to comprehend? Samuel, if you follow me, I swear, I will hurt you.'' I hissed.

He hung his head low, he nodded. ''Okay. B-be safe.''

I bit my lip, before turning and leaving. Shit, I hurt him.

I know he was only looking out for me, but I hurt him. Shit. I'm a terrible person. Sam just loves me, and here I am, throwing it back in his face.

Nobody needs me alive anyway.

***

End of the chapie.

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