Downers [Andrew Graves X Male OC]

Chapter 2: Dumped

As you turn over, you feel a cold body that quickly grows warm as you pull it closer, still ninety nine percent unconscious, your arm reaches
over their bare stomach as you decide to sleep more, it still feels early.

There's a knock on the door and you groan, mumbling "go away" while you push your face closer into the warm, furry?- pillow. You feel your back grow warm and quickly doze off once again... until you hear your camera printing a picture and a high pitch laugh, awakening both you and the supposed 'pillow'.

You and Andrew sit up straight, both stretching while you squint and see Ashley holding her stomach, laughing at the printed photo. You turn to see a very sleepy Andrew and you put the pieces together, him not getting it yet. As you look back at the girl who's still laughing, you take a deep inhale and lunge towards her.

She drops the camera quickly, hearing "Oh shit-" as she turns towards the door and starts running in circles around the apartment, the laughter never silencing. You're freezing as you're only in sweatpants- sweatpants? Your socks start to make you slip but you see Andrew walking out the room, "grab her!" you yell as he rubs his eyes once more but puts his arms out, catching Ashley, you right behind her. She starts speaking but it's inaudible between her giggles, only hearing "gay."

Andrew hears it as well and lets you grab the picture to reveal you both on the bed sleeping, together. You show Andrew and smile, "It's cute, maybe Julia would frame it." The joke makes him laugh, letting go of Ashley and taking the picture himself. Your reactions leave Ashley confused as she pushes between you guys, "get a room" she mutters while continuing cleaning. The apartment did seem easy to run in. "We did." You reply as you take back the picture and grab your shirts from the end of the bed, it was probably from being hot. Happens.

"... You're cleaning? What a waste of energy." Andrew looks around the room. "You're a waste of energy." Ashley quickly replies, always fast, always making you smile. You quickly take two painkillers as they're turned, looking for water and regretting moving the stale one, no matter how bad it tastes. Andrew sees you swallow something, unsure of what. "Thanks... Just don't overdo it." You move past them to go to the bathroom, holding your stomach.

They both look at you puzzled while the door slams behind, you hear them discussing detergent outside. The mirror fogs as the steam from the water hits it, deciding more heat to your already hot face would help. Your stomach aches and growls from being empty, contradicting itself and wanting to make you hurl, you swallow everything down, thinking of the medicine you took as you brush your teeth and wash your face, preparing yourself to act as normal as possible, like always.

As you walk outside the bathroom, Ashley yells "finally!" as she pushes past you to get to the washer. Andrew keeps his eyes on you while you silently grab your cigarettes, taking two and your lighter, his eyes still on you while you motion towards the balcony, he nods.

"So.. does my mom know? About your tattoos." Andrew asks while you light your cig, he puts his in his mouth and you push the two of them together, as he inhales, it lights his cigarette too. A cloud of smoke comes out as you reply, "no, she doesn't, only my girlfriend knows, and you, and I guess Ashley too." You inhale. "You don't want one?" You ask, the both of you trading cigarettes for some reason, just used to it. It's all you did together before quarantine. "Maybe.. I don't know what I'd want." "My first one was the lips on my shoulder, just pick something you really like." ... "Whose lips are those?" .. "My girlfriends, who else?"

He frowns, you really like her lips. The silence sticks until there's a bang, you two quickly put out the half smoked cigarettes and rush towards the noise, seeing Ashley on the ground. "Fuck." You say under your breath. Feeling better than the morning, you pick her up off the ground, Andrew preparing a spot on the couch for her while you rock her a bit, feeling her relax and lean towards you. He looks away and tells you the spots ready before going back to your room, you set her down and give her a blanket, turning on the TV for noise, letting her rest as you look back at Andrew, taking a deep breath and debating going to finish the cigarettes yourself until you hear your name being called.