A little too broken (boyxboy)

Chapter 10

Chap 10

Andrew had decided to add this place to his daily "mixing it up" ritual. It seemed like a cool enough to hangout, the people seemed pretty eccentric and colourful. Andrew had spent all his money on the bus and couldn't really afford to buy another pack.

He decided the park was a decent place to hang around. But as he arrived he saw him.There he was. The black boy with the thick rimmed glasses.

Even though the last time he saw him he was black out drunk; passed out on a bus, He couldn't stop himself from staring, the reason was because secretly he actually found the boy pretty cute.
However staring is very creepy and Oliver noticed.

"Can I help you?"

"Huh what?" Andrew stumbled caught off guard.

"You're just staring at me so I just wanted to know why."

"You don't remember me?" For some reason This made Andrew smirk. Although he did feel a little disappointed.

"Am I supposed to?"

"Well I mean you did happen to think I was cute."

And with that comment Oliver looked mortified. He started to breathe heavily. It was him. The boy who had carried him off while he was black out drunk. The boy who had been with him on that bus. The boy he made that comment to that nearly cost him his best friend. It was him.

He was partially angry because if the boy hadn't been so cute he wouldn't have voiced it and Eliza wouldn't have started to get suspicious. but he realized how ridiculous he was acting and calmed down and his breath began to steady.

"I was drunk. That comment meant nothing." This made Andrew feel slightly disappointed and his smirk faltered.

"Oh."

Oliver suddenly felt bad. He didn't look like he meant any harm and decided that this one conversation wouldn't hurt.

They carried on talking. Both of them were a bit tense in the begging and the conversation wasn't very exciting, but Oliver kept telling himself that this was just out of pity. As the conversation progressed they loosed up a tad. Andrew even sat on the bench next to Oliver. It was weird, as awkward as Andrew was Oliver actually enjoyed taking to him.

He eventually noticed it was getting late and realized his dad and Hilda might actually start to worry.

Oliver stood up and was about to walk away when Andrew called out to him.

"Wait up. You're names Oliver right?"

"Yeah." He said a but confused but them remembered the boy had already met him.

He realized while they were talking he never bothered to ask his name. "What's yours?" He still felt unsure if the situation. This boy could be a stalker or something. He asked anyway because he wasn't wrong that night, the boy was cute. He knew this was a bad idea. He was content in the closet. It at least that's what he told himself. 

"Andrew. My names Andrew."