Last Time...
"When are you going to ask her?!"- Andi
"I'm not going to rush it." - Bowie
"Dad? Wh-why did Mom leave? - Jonah
"...you deserve to know." - Jonah's Dad
"You had this look of jealousy on your face. Be honest with me, Cyrus. You like Andi, don't you?" - Buffy
"Buffy, I don't like Andi!" - Cyrus
"Who else could it be?" - Buffy
"Y-you like Jonah?" - Buffy
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Buffy's POV:
I stared at Cyrus's eyes. "Cyrus. I'm not going to hate you. But please answer the question. Do you like Jonah?"
"I-I don't know." Cyrus mumbled. "I don't know how I feel about him."
"Describe to me how you feel."
"I get nervous when he's around. I always think about how cool and nice he is. I like it when he calls me awesome, and gnarly. But, how do I know this isn't how I feel towards popular people in general?"
I shrugged and smiled. "When you see that popular kid with someone else. For example, when he's with Andi. How do you feel?"
"I feel... a bit disappointed that it's her, and not me that he's paying attention to."
"There's your answer. You like him. As in, more than a friend."
He hugged me. "Buffy. I'm scared."
I hugged back. "It's okay to be scared. But what are you going to tell Andi?"
He pulled away from me. "Nothing."
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Jonah's POV:
"Jonah. You've been stalling for like 10 minutes now. If you don't want to talk about your mother, you don't have to." Andi said. "I understand if it's too personal."
I nodded. "Thanks. I thought I could tell you, but... I guess it's still a lot to comprehend."
"Just don't feel like you have to tell me. There's a difference between keeping secrets, and not sharing personal stuff."
I wrapped my arms around her. "Thank you. For being here for me."
"You're welcome. You'd do the same for anyone else."
"I have to go now. See you later." I stood up and walked home.
It's all so much right now. I always knew my mom left, but finding out why is too hard to even think about.
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When I came home, my dad was passed out on the couch, with another bottle sitting on the table. His snores were always so loud, but I got used to it.
I went to my room and opened my laptop. The thought of what he could do gnawed at me. I checked to see if he was awake, but he wasn't. I typed into the searchbar, "Are alcoholic parents abusive?"
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The World We Live In - An Andi Mack Fanfic
FanfictionI've lived by one major rule in fanfic writing. Write it as if the creators of the show itself are making this story. There are going to be a lot of storylines that you might relate to, which is my intent. I want to have you be able to relate to at...
