Downers [Andrew Graves X Male OC]

Chapter 1: The Extension

You wake up to hear your desk being moved, jolting awake and seeing Ashley rummaging through your drawers. "What the fuck- Ashley!" you yell as you run towards her, pushing her away from the bottom drawer and going to raise your voice, but you see her scared expression from the hard push that left her against the wall.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, please don't tell Andrew." you whisper while you pull her in an embrace, feeling disgusted by the skin contact but knowing she likes hugs. "I didn't mean to get mad, I'm sorry, were you looking for food Leyley?" She nods and smiles in return. "Andrew hid a can of tomatoes from me, can you believe it?? He's such a dick, he said we have to save it." Ashley rolls her eyes, pushing the can towards you while you nod, agreeing with Andrew and she huffs.

You hum as you look around, seeing the drawer slightly open and you step back, kicking it close. "Can you uh... step out really quick? I think I saw some noodles I lost a while ago." You nod, as to show you believe yourself. She raises an eyebrow at the strange behavior, seeing you start to fidget with the pen on your desk too, your other tapping the can on your leg. She looks back towards your desk and reads a label on an orange bottle, biting her bottom lip, she walks out of the room silently. Weird for her, but you're being weird too, so it goes unsaid.

"Andrew!! Omen yelled at me then pushed me against the wall then I asked about food because you said no but then he was acting weird about a drawer but he kicked it close and he was very fidgety and weird and he had a pill bottle and it said something weird-" Ashley says within two breaths and leaning over, clutching her chest after barging into their shared room, also scaring Andrew from listening to music. "Okay-okay, slow down, so you went looking through his stuff and was surprised he got mad? It's his stuff, of course he wants it closed." Andrew rolls his eyes, noting the bottle without saying.

"But he's acting really weird, Andy."

"Just leave him alone, I'll talk to him later. And stop with Andy."

♢

You find three packs of noodles behind your amp, 'probably fell when Andrew played.' You thought, taking them to the TV where the two siblings sat, hushing when you exited your room. "I found noodles... want to eat them later and eat the tomato soup now?" Ashley jumps to hug you when she sees the food in your hands, practically having hearts in her eyes. Starving. You move out of the way and she catches herself on the freezer, pushing your back as you smile weakly and Andrew lets out a small laugh, agreeing with your statement. "We'll feast tonight. Ashley, start the soup."

You set the noodles next to Andrew as you feel a headache, groaning as you walk back to your room, making sure to lock your door this time. You look through numerous bags, drawers and pockets, not finding the one thing you want. Until, you look by your lamp, fuck. The cap of the bottle gets lost as you take two of them, chasing it with the stale water beside it, gagging at the taste and taking it outside to throw the bottle away, yuck.

Andrew notices you locking your door behind you, feeling nervous about the talk already.

"It tastes... good." You respond to Ashley, after Andrew, when she asked about the soup, only taking two bites then pushing the bowl. "Clearly not if you won't eat it, why aren't you eating anyways? Aren't you starving?" Ashley leans towards you and coos while putting the spoon to your mouth, making you stand and shake your head. "I'm gonna have a smoke instead. Andrew?" He shakes his head and takes your soup before Ashley can, causing her to bicker with him as you walk away and reach in your pocket, grabbing your full pack of cigarettes and pull one out, outside.

As people pass below, and the nicotine fills your lungs, you feel yourself relaxing, Maybe it's the opioid too, you smile, finally, the relief. You lean back in the chair and let the medicines take its course warming you. But your vacation gets cut short as Ashley pulls the door in fast, making you jump and groan as Andrew shortly follows her out. "God, what's wrong now?" You whine as you finish the cigarette and push the bud in the ashtray, "can't you hear his annoying fucking music? I can't eat while it's playing!" She exclaims and pushes past you to look over the edge, you can see her debating it and you peer over, "it's only the fourth floor..." You whisper. "Don't you even think about it." Andrew strictly says, earning a chuckle from you. "Yeah-yeah, I'm gonna go inside, be careful."

You walk inside your room, hearing a crash from their parents room that makes you cringe, wondering what that was. Your bed sinks as you put on headphones, plugging them into the pink CD player that was once your girlfriends but you traded, smiling at the stickers on it while you press play and try to relax once again, lighting another cigarette and staring outside the window.

More time passes than recognized, the pack being half gone and seeing the stars out, also realizing your body hurts, horribly. You're tense as you try to move towards your desk, managing to go one step per minute. Soon you reach it and take a pill from a random bottle, just needing something in your system as you check your weed stash, you use that less often now due to the smell but you open your window and smoke, knowing Andrew would help you if it smelled. As you finish exhaling and staring outside, it gets too cold to keep it open, your throat also hurting slightly. You peek out the door and see the siblings heading to their room, bedtime.

You sneak out after and grab a small sip of water, seeing the stale bottle and debating it but choosing otherwise, you don't need another reason to cough. As you grab the house phone and dial your partner's number, your heart slows down, feeling your body ache with relief from the calm. But it spikes again as she doesn't pick up, trying twice more then giving up and sitting on the couch. Sitting didn't last long, fidgeting as you pace from the kitchen to the couch, Andrew walks of his room and watches quietly. "We're trying to sleep, ya know." You look up and jump from the sudden raspy voice. "Sorry Andrew, I tried calling my girl and she's not picking up and I can't sleep on my own." You say quietly and stop walking. "You stink." Is all he says and it makes you laugh, making him laugh too.

"Not to sound gay, but do you want to sleep together? Your room or ours." You accept his invitation, "mine, only if Ashley won't kill me in my sleep." "She might kill me." The both of you walk into your room, thanking yourself for cleaning too. "It smells even worse in here, Omen, like a teenage boy." ... "I AM a teenage boy, fuck off." Andrew surrenders as you push him while grabbing your tray to let him smoke too, sitting in front of him at the window as you light it for him.

"The quarantine is extended, it was on the news." He says as he exhales and passes it to you, accepting it but speaking first, "Again?? Do you think it's actually true? We're going to die?" He shakes his head and pats your knee touching his, shrugging and saying something about it being nonsense but you're in your head, worrying about them finding out, anything. You shouldn't be with them this long. "Here, let me finish that and you lay down." He notices you staring off and biting the hoops on your lips, tearing the skin as well. He always notices when you're tense and you hate it. Feeling like you have no choice, you listen and hand the joint to him to get changed.

"Are both of your fucking arms tattooed?- YOUR CHEST, OMEN?!"

/ 1,400 words

WOO!! There will be a lot more interaction with Andrew and Omen 1 on 1, next chapter, I didn't want to make this one too long. I also tried my best to not sound corny while writing about drugs but I feel like that's hard to do, nonetheless please bear with me, and if anyone reads this, please let me know what you want to see for the next part! I'm sticking to the storyline but adding in scenes, this will be a long story.