Neil sat alone on the roof of fox tower, looking out on all the people walking, having a cigarette in hand. He sighed out and looked at the cigarette as it burned down to the filter, and eventually burned out. He flicked the cigarette off the roof and grabbed another, actually putting it in his mouth and lighting it. As Neil took a big drag out of the cigarette, he felt relief wash over him. He closed his syes and blew out the smoke, humming a bit in a small melody. It was quiet. Neil liked quiet nowadays.
He took another drag and layed down, watching the sunny sky and the small clouds drift by. It was at this moment he realized how important quiet was. The silence he now heard was new, but familiar. He missed being able to relax, and just hear the breeze gently swoosh on his face. He took another drag of the cigarette, trying to forget last night. As he blew out another smoke cloud, he frowned remembering it anyway.
Andrew wasn't himself. He sat coped up in Léo and his' room. Léo was long gone to the hospital to check up on his extremely bruised jaw, and Neil was just watching some TV by himself. Suddenly, Andrew walks out of the bedroom and towards the outdoor, in a haze of exhaustion. Neil didn't dare to ask where he was going, in case something were to happen, so he just continued to watch tv.
It didn't take too long before Andrew returned, about an hour and a half. He was wasted. Drunk out of his mind, something that is such a rare sight, Neil didn't know how to react.
Neil shook his head, taking a bog drag from his cigarette. "Stop, it probably didn't mean anything, idiot" mumbled Neil lowly to himself, sighing. He still had papers to look through for the next year's lineup.
Neil sat there for about half an hour before finally getting up and leaving the roof, deep in thought and mumbling to himself. As he walked down to the lobby if the tower, he saw Wymack come along with Léo, the short striker had a huge black oversized hoodie on, and his black hair was a bit of a mess along with his bruised jaw. Wymack looked tired as he opened the entrance door.
"Oh hello Neil. Would you mind helping me with getting Léo's stuff upstairs?" asked Wymack as he dragged on two suitcases. Neil only stared at him before flicking his glance over to the short striker, and then back at the coach. "I do mind, actually" said Neil as he turned on his heels and left to the elevator quickly. Wymack cursed under his breath and dragged along the suitcases, as Léo walked silently to the elevator and shoved his foot in before the elevator could close completely. Neil crossed his arms and stepped aside. Wymack and Léo got into the elevator, the only thing heard was the low hum of the elevator. "So boys... what might be the problem this time?" asked Wymack, not to start up a fight, but to get the time going faster.
"This asshole comes along and steals my boyfriend from me, yells in my face about my past, and continues to call me names" said Neil as his habds clenched, to keep his calm face on while he spoke. Léo snorted.
"I didn't steal Andrew from you, he just simply chose the better soulmate" said Léo, his entire jaw being locked in place by rubberbands and braces.
Neil stared at the striker, bursting out laughing. "You believe that bullshit? 'Soulmates'? What are we, six?" Neil dried off a small tear escaping from his eye as he laughed.
As the elevator plinged open onto the third floor, Neil left the elevator with a small smile. Wymack sighed as he dragged the suitcases along. Léo kept quiet as he walked into the apartment. The apartment smelled of booze and old food. Neil just walked to the couch and slapped Andrew's ass. "Wake up assbag, your loverboy is back from the hospital" said Neil as he left to the bedroom. Wymack made a disgusted face as he walked into the smell, but dropped off the suitcases. "Andrew, training on the court at six. You will be there"
Andrew sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Yes coach" his voice groggy from sleep and crying. His blonde hair was greasy and a mess, his hazel eyes red and puffy. He looked like trash. Léo crossed his arms as Wymack left the apartment, closing the door. "Well, do you mind telling me what the fuck you punching me was for? I was only telling that rat the truth! He's a disgusting human being" yelled Léo as he walked into the living room part of the apartment. Andrew squeezed his eyes shut. "Flores, not now, I'm so fucking hangover..." mumbled Andrew as he grabbed his head a bit, absolutely done with the world. This only angered Léo more, as he grabbed a hold on Andrew's dirty tee and made Andrew jump a bit, looking up at him.
"I am taking this now. That disgusting thing you were together with is the son of the worst fucking murderer I have ever met, and you just don't give a fuck? Andrew you fucking idiot!" yelled Léo, but his voice slowly broke down as he speaks. This makes Andrew blink for a second to ask himself what the fuck is happening. "You don't understand. You never will, you fucking asshole" said Léo as he started crying, fat tears rolling down his face. Andrew looked shocked at the small boy infront of him, and slowly grabbed a hold on Léo amd put Léo on his lap, hugging him. Léo cried heavily into Andrew's shoulder, his jaw hurting like a bitch because of the way he was supporting himself on Andrew's shoulder.
"Maybe I don't understand.. but maybe you can tell me?" Andrew whispered in Léo's ear.
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Neil sat alone on the bench on the court. It was around three am. He stared out at the empty field amd the empty seats, just remembering how it all ended up like this. He sighed and got up, limping his way to pick up a racquet laying on the side. It was an old one, probably one that haven't been used in a while. Neil tightened his grip on the racquet and looked on the field, staring at the goals and imagining the match against the ravens. He felt his neck hairs rise up in both terror and anticipation at the memory.
As Neil was daydreaming, he didn't realize he was holding the racquet so hard his hands got splinters. He felt the usual adrenaline rush he got when he runs on the court. He really missed playing exy.
"Well what are you doing out here at this time?"
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Damaged: a Andreil Story
Fanfiction[COMPLETED BOOK 1] BOOK TWO: SUNSET LOVERS Palmetto State Foxes were at their high in the Championships. They've won every game since Evermore, but it's taking a toll on the foxes. Half of the team is exhausted, one isn't speaking. Andrew Minyard ha...
