POV: Andy
I'm lost... I don't know what to do... I put my best friend in a fucking coma. Now I'm just sitting here in this fucking chair not doing a damn thing.
All that I've done is fuck up, this past week has been more then fucked up.
*THE NEXT DAY*
The doctors tell us he's awake.
I'm the first one to get to the room and see him.
The doctor tells me that I'm not allowed to be in the room with him, only the other guys are allowed in. I start to argue and question why I can't go in and they say it's because Ashley told them to not let me in.
I was heart broken, I fucked up my friendship with my best friend, a guy who's a brother to me and I failed him... I should have told him sooner... I should have been honest with him
But I wasn't, and now I was guilt tripping myself I felt so bad. I had to make it right.
I storm into the room kicking the other guys out and slamming the door behind them.
I sit down beside Ashley and put my hand on his shoulder he instantly pulled away and didn't look at me.
For a long while it was silent until Ashley looked up. With tears in his eyes he said "you should have just been honest with me man, none of this would have happened".
I told him I was sorry multiple times and after the 7th time he said it was fine.
And he confessed to me that he to was gay.
A/N:I need comments to what you people think of my story so far
