Wake Up (Andly story)

Chapter 2

Ashley's POV

"Purdy, you're late again" mrs Smith nagged in my ear. I simply nodded and sat in the back.

"Yea he was probably fucking someone in the bathroom miss" one girl said and everyone laughed, except for Andy. He looked at me for a few seconds, as if studying me, and looked away.

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"Ashley please pay attention" the teacher snapped at me. I looked up and pretended to focus on the bored even though I actually didn't give a fuck.

I felt a piece of paper thrown at me. I opened it and it read 'just die already you emo fag'. I threw it on the floor and Quickly grabbed my stuff before storming out of the class. I heard a few kids laughing. I quickly just ran out of school.

I laid down on a bench.

*several hours later*

"Where the fuck were you?" My mother yelled when I came home. I ignored her and continued walking. "YOURE GONNA IGNORE YOUR OWN MOTHER" my father yelled and grabbed the back of my head. He spun me around and looked me dead in the eye "we're moving, same school, and you will help us move in and the second you walk in that house, you go into mine and your mothers room" he said, his breath smelling like beer and nicotine. I nodded.

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Andy's POV

I got sick of the empty house I lived in so I walked outside. I sat outside on a bench and saw a giant Uhal truck. 'Well someone's moving in' I thought and looked to see who it was. A young looking boy started walking towards the door with a couple boxes In hands while his parents just stood there. Are eyes locked for a moment. It was Ashley

Well crap. A kid I beat up in my school is living next to me. I guess I could try to apologize.

I walked over to the uhal truck. "Hey, do you guys need any help?"  The mother sighed "you look like another fag" she mumbled. "Whatever you can go help him" she said. I grabbed a few boxes and took them inside. That's when Ashley saw me and dropped the boxes he was holding, and he backed up to a corner.

"Ashley, I won't hurt you" I said slowly. "How can I even trust you?" He said "you beat me up all the time"    I sighed. "I know. And I apologize. I never wanted to do that, dicks school made me"

He slowly got out of the corner and began picking up the stuff inside the boxes that came out. I helped him and took a few of the boxes so he didn't have to carry too much.

"So Ashley-"I said but he Interrupted me. "Just call me Ash,".

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When the Uhal truck was empty, I went back home. I looked through my window and saw Ashley through a window. He had blood on his face and his face was tear stained. I ran out of the house, regardless of the fact that I was in pajama pants.

I threw rocks at the window like a 90s romance movie. He opened the window "Andy, what are you doing!" He exclaimed.

"Dude are you okay? Can I come up there?" I said.   He nodded and pointed to a ladder against the house. I ran to get it, stepping on about 12 million pine cones with my bare feet, and climbed up into is room. When I got there he ran to Lock the door and closed the window.

"Why did you do that?" He said, talking quietly "my parents could have caught you". My thoughts kinda went crazy. 'Wait is this why he'd come to school with bruises and cuts on his neck?'  'Is this why he has a black eye?'  'Have I seriously been hurting a kid more when he gets abused at home?'

"You don't understand how lucky you are to be straight" he began "people accept you"   I stopped him "Well" I said "about that"

He looked confused "about what?"  I took a deep breath in "I'm Gay" I said   He looked so shocked.  

I walked up to him. The guy I've had the hugest crush on since middle school. He grabbed my face and planted his lips to mine. I kissed him back. At that moment I felt at such peace, the way I'd like to feel for the rest of my life. It felt like the rush you get from maybe a drug, the way I'd imagine crack to be like. His hands moved up to my shoulders, and mine to his hips. He ran his fingers through my hair. He pulled away and smirked at me. I blushed

At that moment, we heard someone stomping up the stairs. "Shit" he whisper-screamed "that's my dad. Go hide in the closet"  I nodded and ran into the closet. I'm pretty tall, 6'3 so I had trouble fitting, but I curled into a ball and hid in the corner.