I'm in love with my best friends brother

Broken.

Andy's POV

              It's been a month and a half since Roxy was kidnaped, the cops aren't doing shit. I haven't sleep, showerd, we cancelled the rest of our showings at warped.God, how could I have let this, it's all my fault. I start to hit my self, every time I think of Roxy, I-I justok break down, hitting my self, crying, yelling at my self. I wish she would just come back...

Lynn's POV

                  I walk in to my bed room, get out that fimilar box. Filled with sharp, skin slicing blades.. I can't handle it with out Roxy. Tis, is for you Rox...

                                                *half an hour later*

There's now blood flowing down my legs and hip. I clean it up throw on some skinny jeans and a sleeping with serins tee, convers and a doctor who beanie. I grabbing my phone and keys,then 'heading out to my car. I need to go check on all the guys, I hope their okay...Well at least better than me. I go to Andy first, walk up to the door and knock. In a few moments a stinky, unshaved, crazy jungle hair, sleep deprived, Andy answers the door. At least i think it's Andy..

"Andy? you look like shit," I say trying not to gag at the stench.

"What the fuck do you want Lynn?" He answers clearly taking this harder than anyone. "How long has it been since you showered?" I ask pushing him inside. "I haven't showered since....since..." Shit. Why the fuck did I do that? He falls to the floor in massive amounts of tears. "Since Roxy g-got t-taken" He sobs, I squat down and pull him close the me. He pulls me on to his lap and we shout there as he sobs in to the crook of my neck. "Will you run some water for me? I just realized how bad I stink." Andy ask me, I stand up and nod. After helping him up I go to his bedroom which is a pigsty. I walk in to the closet and grab a pair of sweats and a tee shirt for Andy, on my way back to the bathroom i see pictures of Roxy....from when we we're little, we were dressing up as princesses and Andy was Batman. It was Halloween we were around 5 or 6 Andy was maybe 10. That was my favorite Halloween. A tear slips down my face, Andy walks up to me, towel securely wrapped around his waist. Not gonna lie I've always had the hots for Andy I mean damn. A hand waves in front of my face "Stare much?" He ask, my cheek flair up into a bright red. I grab some sweats and hand it to him. "Yes, actually. I stare a lot." I say being a complete smartass.

A/N: Sorry its so short and late guys. I've been so so busy. But check out my short stories book!