Damaged: a Andreil Story

Lonely

Neil snapped out of his thoughts so fast that he lost the racquet on the ground. "Fuck, Kevin you scared the shit out of me" mumbled Neil as he heard Kevin laugh from the top of the audience seats. "It's three am, what are you doing here?" asked Kevin after laughing for a while, his green eyes staring at Neil with curiosity. Neil sighed and looked at his hands. "I miss exy, hate that i'm benched"

Kevin came down and walked over to Neil. "Well, you'll be out on the field in notime" said the green eyed striker and crossed his hands over his chest. Neil sighed. "Well what are you doing out?"

"Let's say that someone called in to report loud noises from yours, Andrew and Léo's apartment. You weren't there, so I guessed you were here." said Kevin simply. "Have you decided on your picks for the next year's lineup? I have mine ready"
Neil smacked his own head. "Ah fuck! I forgot!" he said and rubs his eyes. "Due date for that is tomorrow?"
Kevin nodded "I can help you with your choices if you'd like, I know for a fact you won't be sleeping" he chuckled lightly and pointed to the bench. Neil nodded "Yeah, that would be nice, thank you" replied Neil as they both sat down and started their journey on finding the right people for the positions for nex year's lineup.
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Andrew woke up for a hella sting in his cheek. He groaned and opened his eyes, letting them get adjusted to the setting around him. He was home in the apartment, but he felt as if someone had smacked him over the head with a pan. He was laying on the floor in the living room area, by the tv. "What the fuck happened last night?" asked Andrew himself as he sat up, his chest hurting like a bitch. He looked around. There was bottles broken everywhere, the TV was smashed, and the overall look of the room was bad. He got up, grabbing his chest as it hurt to move. He groaned and finally managed to push himself up to stand.

Andrew realized that there was supposed to be two more people in the apartment, and walked fast over to the furthest bedroom, opening the door in a slight panic. Neil's room.
As Andrew opened the door, he realized that Neil wasn't there. The bed sheets were neatly done on the bed, and there was no sign to the striker. "Oh fuck... fuck" said Andrew with a panic and ran to the other bedroom, wheezing a bit as his chest hurt. He smashed open the door, just to find that bedroom empty as well. "What.... where are they?" Andrew grabbed his chest harder as he wheezed. He didn't know what happened last night, or why the strikers were missing. Andrew slowly slid down the wall by the door and tried to breathe properly.
In his haze, he didn't realize that the front door opened and that Aaron came in.

"Oh fuck! Andrew!"
Aaron's voice was far away as Andrew struggled. "Andrew, can you hear me?"
Andrew could feel someone touching him, and he yanked himself away, closing his eyes, wheezing. "Fuck!" yelled Aaron as he yelled for someone else of the foxes. Andrew passed out shortly after, holding his chest tightly. Aaron sighed and got up, running out and knocking frantically on the girls door. "Dan! Renee! Allison! Open up!" Aaron screamed, clearly panicking.

"Wow, what's happening?" a voice asked behind Aaron, making him turn around fast. It was Neil and Kevin. Aaron walked back to his brother in the apartment, the strikers joining hurriedly. "We need to get his shirt off.." mumbled Aaron as he ripped open Andrew's shirt, exposing the abs and muscles that used to be hidden. Aaron looked all over his brother to figure out what was wrong. "Oh shit.. i think he broke his rib-"
Neil put away the things he was holding and walked over to the twins. "Oh shit he's bruised... what happened last night?" asked Neil out of curiosity. Aaron rubbed his face. "I'm going to put him in my apartment for now, i think he's had enough for a while" said the twin as he got up and lifted his brother, kind of struggling, but managing. "I'm gonna help him get settled. But we good now, Neil? You got your people?" asked Kevin as he watched Aaron drag his brother out. Neil nodded and crossed his arms, confirming. Keving nodded and left, closing the door after him.
Neil sighed, and went to work with cleaning the apartment.

Léo returned to the apartment about three hours later, just when Neil was finished with cleaning the living room. Neil looked up as the short striker entered the room. Their eyes met but were quick to look away, not willing to talk to eachother. It was quiet for a while, none if them knew what to say, so they didn't say anything. Neil moved into his bedroom after a while, because it became awkward way too fast. Léo sighed and walked to the kitchen to get some food. He felt kind of lonely where ge stood. It was awfully quiet, until the apartment door opened, and Andrew walked in. Léo looked up for a sec, just to continue making himself food. Andrew walked directly into the bedroom, leaving the door open. Léo put one of his hands on his hips and continued to make some delish food. Neil came out of the room just to enter the bathroom. "Léo do you need anything from the bathroom before I take a shower?" asked Neil from the door, staring directly at the 5'1 striker in the kitchen. "Nope, I'm good" said Léo as he took the now finished food on the plate and grabbed a fork. Neil closed the door and locked it.
It was silent and quiet, until a number of plings from different phones sounded through the apartment. Léo felt his phone vibrate, and took it up, seeing a text message from Wymack. They are going to attempt another dinner with the fixes before they start full out on trainings.

Andrew left the bedroom with a little bag of clothes. Léo stared at the goalkeeper. Something was off, but he couldn't place where. One thing that he noticed was that he wasn't wearing his wristbands, and was wearing a big hoodie. Blonde locks dancing infront of Andrew's face, but a small freckle wasn't where Léo remembered it. He shrugged and sighed, eating his food.

Andrew left shortly after that, without saying goodbye.
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