ღ Brandy (Brooklyn Gibson and Andy Fowler) ღ - Completed

Brandy (Brook and Andy 14)

Just pretend he's wearing orange in the pic above^^^ (Corbyn)

Andy's POV
I watched as the officer pulled out his handcuffs. If was like a dream, just in the movies.

I couldn't move. None of it felt real. This couldn't of been happening.

I blinked a few times and bit my lip as I tried to wake myself up. But I was already awake. There was no escape.

All my hopes of a terrible nightmare were false. It was reality that I had to face.

Brook was currently being dragged as tears formed in his eyes.

"BROOK!!!!" I finally screamed, taking action. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

"ANDY DONT!! I'LL BE OKAY!!!" He yelled back. I could tell he didn't want me to try.

I could read his mind. We had only known each other a few months, and we were closer than ever. About 5 months?¿

I couldn't leave them drag Brook and throw him into a jail cell. "BROOK!!!" I yelled as I ran as fast as I could and tried to pull him away from the officers.

I didn't care that they were bigger than me, taller. I wanted my Brooky, they couldn't take him away from me. He did nothing wrong.

Breathing heavily, I burst into tears as anger filled my body. Why did I have to fall for him!? Why did I cause this mess!?

"Andy!" Brook tried to get away from the officers, but stopped when they pulled out a taser. Shit. Luckily they didn't use it, but they'd only taser me if I tried anything.

"Can I atleast talk to him first?" He whispered as he started crying before the huge metal doors slammed shut in my face.

I balled my fists and my face was probably red. Lifting my arm up, my fist collided with the wall next to me. Leaving me in excruciating pain.

Bad idea. I cried even harder, not because of the pain, but because I was such a fuck up.

Tears stained my face as my hand turned a purple/red colour.

Pretty sure it wasn't broken, but bruised badly and started to bleed.

But I didn't care, all I could think about was Brook. Once again.

"FUCK YOU!!" I yelled as another women entered the room.

"Oh my god!! Are you okay!?" She asked. She wasn't probably just "acting" concerned because she can't just "walk past".

But she could of. "No." I cried. She grabbed my hand and wrapped it in tissue from her pocket.

She pulled me into some sort of medical room, cleaned my wounds and bandaged me up.

"You'll be okay. You just to rest." She smiled. But it didn't make her seem anymore comforting.

"You can't freak out like that." She stated. "You'll be able to talk to him you know."

"Thanks for the reassurance." I replied sarcastically rolling my eyes. I was still crying, but not as bad as earlier.

How was I going to bail him out of jail? I had no money?