Downers [Andrew Graves X Male OC]

Chapter 3: Food, finally

A couple, silent days pass.

You've been in your room throwing up what feels like your organs, and Andrew has just been watching tv or sitting on your bed watching you. Guess not having Ashley gets to him.

You sit in agony on your bed, the silence only being interrupted but occasional gags or coughs. Until you hear banging and clashing close to the front door, making your head throb and feel like your skull is expanding, close to bursting.

"Andrew, please, what are you doing?" You say, your voice nothing but rasp as you sit on the chair next to the table, looking up at him as he leans over the chair, your face buried in his sweater while he rummages through different tools, not paying attention as he talks about the door.

"How many more times are you going to try that? It's clearly barred from the other side somehow." Ashley emerges from her parents room, clearly bothered by the noise as well. "What else am I supposed to do!?" He snaps back, turning around to try the hammer once again and you grab his pocket, practically begging for him to not make any sudden noises.

"If you don't stop banging on the door, I won't be bringing you any food tonight!" The deep voice on the other side bangs back on the door, hearing its echo makes you run to the trash, bile escaping as you hear the voices over your gagging, conversing about the food delivery. 'Why do they have to scream?' You ask yourself over and over as you slowly calm down, grabbing an old napkin and wiping your mouth.

You quickly brush your teeth as they finish their conversation, "...Like I didn't fuck this up for us, did I..?" Andrew bites his finger as he grows anxious. "Unlikely. Though I guess we'll see.." Ashley sits and stares, glancing between the two boys, "you look like you'll die any second." she adds, staring at you through the mirror. "I hope I do." Is all you say, turning and brushing past them to go back to your room.

"Grumpy pants."

"Leave him alone, Ashley."

♢

The siblings laid on the rug, you can hear them right outside your door. As they debate jumping off the edge, you step over Ashley to get to the kitchen, the noodles under your arm, thanking them silently that they forgot about it. Of course you made extra for them.

"But it's a bit too romantic, so I'll pass." ... "Excuse me?" Ashley seemed offended by his rejection, leaning up on her elbows. "What? You don't see it? .... Just imagine hitting the ground together." She cringes slightly, a concerned look as she stares down at her brother. "And with such force our bodies turn into a pile of gory mush. Never to be separated!" He smirks, as if it's out of a love story, continuing "our remains will get so tangled up they'd have to bury us together in the same coffin." ... "Might as well. We've been confined together in this coffin of an apartment for what feels like an eternity already..." He facepalms to her reply, "I'm not jumping off the balcony with you. Get your head checked."

The noodles absorb the warm water as you cover it, sitting on the couch and cursing under your breath for not being able to turn human volumes down with a remote.

"And no wonder your girlfriend dumped you! If those are your plans for romance..." Here they go. "Not 'romance' I said 'romantic'. They're not the same thing." You bite down on the semi hard noodles, gagging at the taste but it's better than nothing. "ARE YOU EATING?!- but don't you agree with me? Would you jump off the balcony with me, Owen? Since you're single too." The girl turns to you quickly, seeing the bowl in your hands and you move to her, feeding her a bite, "I'd push you, Leyley." Andrew laughs loudly, forcing you to smile and sit down. "And romantic just means something is-" You start but you get interrupted by the neighbors loud music, your face losing color as you gag and Andrew quickly covers your mouth, shaking his head.