- THE GAME -

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Andy woke up, heart beating fast, sweat dripping down his face. He reached for his eyes, sighing in relief. He turned, putting his glasses on.

Andy checked his phone, seeing it was only 3:13. He must've slept through the movie he had put on. He then saw text messages from a number.

Hey, it's Zander. I didn't catch your name earlier

Andy freaked, not knowing what to do, so the only solution was to call someone. Call Ezra.

She picked up on the first ring, sounding like she was watching TV. "Yello!" She answered. "Zander just texted me! What do I say?!" Andy took deep breathes, trying to cool himself down. "Hot man? Oh, my lords! Well, what'd he say?" Ezra asked. "About him not getting my name!" He told her. "Just tell him your name, but don't be basic, like, hey, my names Andy Matthew. Make it more interesting!" Ezra turned off the TV, interested of where this is going.

"Should I say, "Sorry, my name's Andy Matthew. I'm sorry for the coffee"?" Ezra squealed. "Yes!!!"

Sorry, my names Andy Matthew. I'm sorry for the coffee!

"Thanks, Ezra. You're a lifesaver!" Andy thanked her. They hung up.

It's fine. It didn't sting that much, anyways.

Andy didn't expect the messages so early, scaring him when the message popped up.

Are you sure? It burned me a little. It had to be hot.

Don't worry about it, Matthew. But are you okay?

Yeah, I put ice on it when I got home.

Good boy.

Andy blushed at that, clutching his phone to his chest, kicking his legs up and down, squealing a little. He turned around, laying on his stomach while his feet hanged in the air.

Was I interrupting something?

No, no. I was actually asleep then I woke up to find the notification.

Did you sleep well?

You could say that, I guess.

Nightmare?

Yes, but I'm fine.

Okay, that's good. Gotta go. Hockey practice.

Do good!

I will, thanks!

You're welcome!

ANDY MATTHEW POV:

Wow. Is it just me or is it hot in here? I think my question is answered, he's gay. I just know it!

I stared at the good boy text, loving how he praised me for doing the common sense, it was so freaking hot. I know, I know, everything he does is hot. But he looks- he looks sexier than Captain American and Iron Man mixed together! No offense, Marvel. I will fold for any of your characters.

Loki, though...

Stop! You are 18 while they're in their 40s!

I kissed my screen, searching up pictures of him, adding them to my wall paper. I'm not going to stalk him, just fanboy over him. I bet millions of girls have him as their wall paper.

I grabbed Mr. Cuddles, cuddling him, having the biggest smile on my face.

We had a real conversation! Over text, but still!

-Time Skip-

"TONY STARK WAS ABLE TO BUILD THIS IN A CAVE."

"Well I'm sorry. I'm not Tony Stark."

"NO ONE MEASURES UP TO MY MAN!" I yelled at the man on the TV, rewatching the Iron Man Series.

I huffed, looking at my phone when I head a bing.

You don't mind me coming over, do you, Matthew?

I paused the TV, doing a happy dance before calming down and responding.

I don't mind at all. I live at Ihavecuminmyassandletmegobbledownthatdick 6969

I'm right by there so I won't be long.

Okay!

I started to clean up my house, seeing any pajamas that would look good on me. I choose a shirt with a green dinosaur that said, "have a nice day." With matching green pants.

When I put my glasses back on, I heard a knock on my door. I took a deep breath, wiping my sweaty hands onto the pants.

I opened the door, looking at Zander. He looked like he was sweating, a black shirt on, showing off the outline of tons of abs that I wanted to run my fingers down. A pair a black sweat pants, his hair tied back.

"Come in," I told him, moving away from the door. He smiled, walking in. "I would've been here earlier, but I needed to get some... stress out," he said, patting my head. I nodded.

"You look cute with glasses," I blushed, muttering a thank you.

Longer chapter because why not?