Y/N's pov
Im y/n. Im 19 years old. About a year ago my dad left. He couldnt handle my mom anymore. My mom is always drunk or on some kind of drug. My mom and I just moved to Californa. "Y/n. Carry the shit in." My mom yelled at me as she was walking into the house. The house was a nice size. I started putting boxes in the yard when i heared footsteps. I turned around and it was someone next door. I turned back to the boxes and started to carry them in. When i came back out there was someone unloading the moving truck. "Hello?" I asked. "I thought you mighy want some help." He said gettimg out of the truck. OMG. ITS ANDY BEIRSACK. You thought to yourself. "Hey im Andy. You are?" He asked. "Im y/n." You said looking at him trying to stay calm.
Andy's pov
I helped y/n bring the boxes in her house. "Do you need help unpacking?" I asked "No. That slut can do it herself." Her mom said walking to the couch. Y/n looked at the floor. "You should go..." y/n said. I handed her a paper with my number on it and went home. When i got home i get a text.
(A is Andy. Y is you)
Y- Hey. Its y/n.
A- Hey. You okay?
Y- Yeah. Just my mom. She hates me.
A- Im sorry.
Y- Its not your fault. Welp i gotta unpack. Ttyl.
A- Bye.
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Andy Beirsack
FanfictionY/N moves in next to a boy. She later finds out that the boy is her hero. Andy Beirsack There will be some triggering things. Maybe a few Smuts.
