Without You (Tony Oller fan fiction)

Andrew ♡

Andrew assisted Jenna turning the knobs on the faucet to the left, sprinkling cold water into the tub.

After a minute, the water was the perfect balance of cold and warm.

"That's perfect." Jenna grinned, reaching with her opposite hand to the other knob to turn the water to "shower mode".

As she reached to the knobs, she caught glimpse of something that brought back old memories. She saw the thin, faded scars that lined Andrew's wrist. She'd never forgotten them; she just wasn't used to seeing them all the time.

She stared in shock for a brief moment. realizing what she was doing, she stopped herself before Andrew got suspicious of her lingering.

He pulled the lever upwards, and a light mist of very temperate water rained down from the ceiling of the shower.

Before exiting, Andrew stared at Jenna.

He wrapped his arms around her neck, in a sibling-like-hug, "I love you, Jenna. I'm sorry about everything that's happened. You don't deserve this."

A single tear fell off her cheek. The steam from the warm shower water caused the mirrors to fog and her makeup from the previous night to run down her bright pink cheeks.

Andrew smiled, "you go take your shower. I'm going to throw a clean towel in the dryer for you, so when I hear the water go off, I'll leave the towel at the bathroom door, as well as some clothes." And just like that, he was gone.

She slipped off her clothes and stepped in the shower.

The warm water splashed onto her dirty dark brown hair, and she thought intently.

Jenna had a flashback moment. Eighth grade.

Andrew and Jenna had sat next to each other in math classes since they were in seventh grade. They were insuperable in math class. They would talk about absolutely everything. They were like best friends, but that was only in class. Outside of class, they never spoke. They never exchanged glances. They never even acknowledged each others' existence.

One day, their eighth grade math teacher, Mrs. Manochelli, assigned them a math project together. They were suppose to finish in class, but due to their constant talking, they didn't get much done. "Hey. Wanna come by my house tonight say 5ish to finish our project?" The cute little Andrew beamed, flipping his hair to one side.

"Sure," Jenna laughed.

Jenna smiled as the water trickled down her back. She thought back to how much fun she had with Andrew in seventh and eighth grade. She couldn't help but beam at their pointless conversations every single day.

"Jenna," Isis (Jenna's best friend during 8th grade) scrunched an eyebrow, "are you sure this is a good idea?"

"What? Going to Andrew's house?" Jenna asked, very confused at where her best friend was going.

"Yeah."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Well," Isis hesitated, "He always wears long sleeves and long pants. He's always really depressed. Whenever you talk about how funny and upbeat he is, I'm confused. He's always really negative. He doesn't look happy ever. He dresses in dark colors and-"

Jenna cut off Isis, "What are you saying?" She remarked, giving her the cold shoulder.

"Andrew is hiding something."

Jenna dabbed a glob of shampoo in her hands and she remembered how much she hated Isis by the end of the year. She was fake. She told everyone in school what a slut Jenna was. She was just a bad person.