Andy Hurley: Who Will I Choose?

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   'Wait what?' Andy rubbed his temples, trying to process what Blossom had just said.

   "Oh yes, you see my daddy wanted me to help. I have no objections of course," she said, pulling off her button on shirt and slipping on a leather jacket. Her voice had suddenly changed into a southern accent.

   "But...we trusted you," Pete growled, grabbing the bars.  

"Oh sugar, I'm just good at acting, isn't that right daddy?" she turned towards Jason's approaching figure.

  "Absolutely Blossom," he turned and rubbed Rebecca's hair," you too, pumpkin." Her blue eyes were widened circles.

  "I didn't on purpose, Dad!" she shouted at him and ran out of the bunker. Jason shrugged with one shoulder and turned back.

  'Just as well. It's hard enough to keep you four a secret," he smiled wickedly and kissed Blossom's hair.

  'I hope you enjoy your meal, sugar. It's the only one you get,' she giggled and followed Jason out. Andy pushed his hair back out of his eyes, filled with sadness and rage.

  "Dude, calm down. We're not getting out of here if you start tearing the place apart," Joe said, crossing his arms over his chest. Andy bared his teeth and looked at Patrick.

  "Sorry Andy, I'm siding with Joe. You good?" he asked, holding out his hand. Andy grabbed it and hoisted himself up.  

"Now what, Trick? We wait?" Pete inquired. Patrick shrugged, playing with the rim of his fedora.

  "Yeah, we wait and when they come back for one of us, we give it to them," Andy grunted, putting a hand around he bar,"because no-one messes with our band."

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