Someone loved Andrew (In the editing process) (incomplete) (continuous writing)

Chapter seven

"Andrew, Man! Over here!" I looked up and saw non other than Simon hanging off the roof,

"Si, hey" and I waved him off as I walked into the house. He's so stupid.
He'll do whatever the boys tell him to do especially what Dylan tells him to do. Tim not so much, he just follows Dylan around like a lost puppy.

"Aren't you gonna help me?" His facial expression was yellow with anticipation for my answer. It was strange how he expected me to stick up for him when he's old enough to do that himself, "you should learn to look after yourself Si" and with that I walked into the flat.

"Jesus!" I said as I rubbed my nose. The stench in the flat was so overwhelming I forgot what the outdoors smelt like. A lot better than in here that's for sure!

The smell was tobacco leafs of course. However it wasn't only that, I could smell something else, it wasn't a leafy smell, more like a toxicant which impelled my lungs.

"Andrew, your back" said the nervous Tim as he opened the living room door.

"Yeah I am, could someone explain to me why it smells like a drug fest in here?" I almost smirked at my ionic approach to getting something out of the guy.

Tim looked down to his knees and then up the stairs, "Andy..."

Oh god now what.

"... The rents overdue.."

Well what a surprise, "really." I stood there in front of him with mouth wide open, I was having a laugh, being sarcastic. Well it had to be overdue we all knew one of these days it would be.

Tim was not amused, "This ain't funny Andrew."

"Then why is Si hanging off the roof?"

It was strange as Tim hardly ever spoke, I was stuck wondering why he hadn't spoken aloud in all our over crisis, he just sits there on the sofa doing nout but cheering on Dylan and his fishy games.