Shattered

Chapter One: Something About HIM

Andy's P.O.V

I grabbed my keys and headed straight out of my house. After hanging up, my stomach was tied in knots. Another night with my Kuzie. Well he wasn't mine.

Yet.

Gosh I couldn't wait to see him.

I could already imagine him in my mind.

That long black hair, those beautiful greenish gray eyes,  his smile, those piercings, the tattoos that just looked so lovely on his fair skin, those gauges, Ugh. He was perfection all over. 'Stop it Andrew, before you make yourself hard' I laughed a bit too hard at my own thoughts.

I slid into my truck and started up the engine, checking my reflection in the rear view mirror. Fuck. My hair. I ran my fingers through it and checked my eyeliner, perfect. I straightened up my shirt and began driving.

I was feeling so bad for him. I didn't even know what happened, but it couldn't have been that bad that they had to put the poor guy out. However, I was a bit happy about it. Messed up I know, but him having no where to go meant he could stay with me for as long as he so pleased. Of course I'd let him.

As I drove up to the destination, I seen him sitting alone on a bench in the old baseball field. He looked up and slowly walked to the truck, holding his nose.

I unlocked the car and he flung the door open, sliding in with a bag over his shoulder. He slid it onto the floor and strapped himself in, looking quite heated. "You alright?" He shook his head, rubbing his nose in circular motions, wincing. "What happened to your nose?" A frown grew over his slightly parted lips and he looked over to me. "Geez, Kuza. What'd they do to you?"

"Not they, he..." He said lowly, staring out the window.

"Let me see" I took his chin between my thumb and forefinger and turned his face my direction. He kept his eyes down and I couldn't help but frown at what I saw. "How did it happen?" He pulled his face from my fingers and looked down to his own, playing with them awkwardly. "Stepfather"

I sighed, that bastard. In the somewhat short period of time me and Kuza had been friends,  he told me a lot of crap he had to go through with his stepfather in his life. I don't understand why he didn't just up and leave in the first place. But he always did say he wanted to be there for his mom. I admired that about him. He put his own safety in jeopardy just to keep someone else safe.

"Well I'm glad you don't have to be around him anymore" He nodded slowly, rubbing his nose once again. "Don't touch it too much" I said, pulling his hand slowly from his nose. I started the engine and hit a u-turn, going in direction of the hospital. "Where we going?" He asked, looking out the window. "Hospital"

"Oh... Great..." I rose an eyebrow and pushed my long hair from my face. "What?" He shook his head. "Nothing. I just hate hospitals" I chuckled. "What's so funny?" He asked, eyeing me as I drove. I shrugged, trying not to chuckle again, though it happened anyway.

"You sound like a child" He scoffed. "So? I may be a devilish little cunt but hospitals still creep me out" I laughed a little. "Devilish cunt huh?" He nodded proudly. "I'm sure if anyone that you'd know that's my nickname." I gave a puzzled expression. What did that even mean? "Huh?" He sucked his teeth and looked to me. "Oh come on, with all the populars you hang out with I'm sure you've heard them call me that and I'm more sure you've referred to me as that before you knew my name" My smiled gradually faded as he did as well. "Kuza I-" 

"And another thing... Why all of a sudden have you been so nice to me? You never even noticed my existence before" This was a question I knew was coming. But I could never tell him...

Michaels P.O.V

The ride grew quiet, but I still wanted to know. I'm not popular, never have been, never will be. I don't have the same style as them, at all. A majority if them wear colorful pants and jean jackets and Jordans, I wear black leather jackets, black skinnies and black converse. I'm sure besides Andrew I'm the only guy that wears eyeliner, and even he doesn't wear as much as me. Well I can't even lie our eyeliner is usually the same amount. But the point I'm making is that we're two different people.

Or maybe... Just two different labels.

"Andy...?" He inhaled deeply. Way to go for me to make things awkward. We were just laughing and shit and now the silence is the only thing making a sound. I wanted to say sorry, but I had no reason to. I deserved an explanation for this behavior. At least I thought so. His mouth opened to say something, yet he simply shrugged. "I don't know... Something about you... Made we want to talk to you" I looked to my lap. "Good enough, I guess" We finally stopped and again I was at Andrew freaking Biersack's house. I wasn't gonna lie, he had a gorgeous home. Way better than the one I lived in. Though I couldn't complain about my own. My room was pretty awesome. But it was no longer my room. I'm sure when I get back it'll be a storage room...

If I ever went back.

We climbed out the truck and I drug my bag from the floor, swinging the strap over my shoulder. I walked behind him to the front door and waiting patiently for him to unlock it. When he did, the sweet smell of pumpkin spice escaped. "Hey Andy" I heard a voice from another room call out. A manly voice. Who was this? We stepped in and I closed the door behind myself. "Hey Jinxxy" Oh Great, Jinxx. I knew that name all too well. "I've got a visitor Jinnxy" I mentally cursed as he walked into the room and redirected my vision to my boots, shuffling them awkwardly. "Andy... What's he doing here?" He asked, some anger filling his voice. "He's my friend and he needed somewhere to crash." I looked up to his face to see him glaring at me. "Your what?" I looked to Andy, who was plopping onto the couch. "Friend" He said, looking to the TV.

'Yeah friends that kiss..' I thought.

"The hell are you watching?" He sprawled out across the couch, flicking through channels. God I felt so uncomfortable right now. With Jinxx eyeing me like a hawk and Andy just.. There made me feel so

Weird.

"You can sit down if you wanna, Kuzie" Jinxx rose an eyebrow and looked down to Andy. "Kuzie? Did you just call him Kuzie?"

Andy nodded. "Didn't stutter Jinxx..."

I looked to both of them then dropped my bag to the floor, causing them to both look over to me. "Andy, my nose, remember?" I even forgot myself. The throbbing was still there, but it didn't bother  me as much. He looked up and gave himself a well deserved face-palm. "Sorry, I totally forgot" He crawled from the couch and hopped to his feet. "You coming Jinxx?" Andy asked, cutting the TV off. "Do I look like I want to be sitting in a hospital right now?" Andy rolled his eyes and opened the front door. "Fuck you" I chuckled a bit and Jinxx looked to me again. I flipped him off and followed Andy out the house.