ANDRETT ONE SHOTS

worldstar.

[angst] (read authors note at the end! v important!)

" im a lover, not a fighter; but i fight for what i love."

andrew paced back and forth through his and his boyfriends living room. his hands continuously creating a beat as he went up and down on his floor. snap, clap. snap, clap. he didn't even realize that garrett was sitting in front of him, also becoming anxious from andrews anxiety. "what is the matter!" garrett yelled, and andrew stopped. he turned to garrett and his hands stopped making beats. "im fucked, thats what the matter is! i pissed off guys when i went to go get our food and they almost beat the shit out of me!" andrew frantically spoke out.

"how do you even do that?! you went to go get sushi for god sake!" garrett scoffed, andrew always found his way into trouble without even trying to. andrew was a complete sweetheart but he somehow always ended up pissing off a group of guys when he goes out. "i- i cursed them out for fucking up our food. and i went too far. they're comin—" the sound of a loud boom at their door, causes andrews voice to break into silence. "oh carrot-top! come on out, we just wanna talk." a horrifyung voice was on the other side of the door.

by now andrew and garrett were sat next to eachother, squeezing eachothers hands as tight as they could. "we don't want trouble!" garretts voice spoke up. "shut the hell up." andrew mumbled, "leave him out of his! leave us out of this! he didn't do anything," garrett was at the brink of tears, and his voice was cracking. "oh so he's a little f*g too huh? that just makes us wanna fight him even more."

and with that the door busted open, four men walked through their broken door and grabbed andrew and garrett. the main guy pushed andrew on the floor, while the other three held garrett back. it felt like slow motion to garrett. he struggled to pull his arms free so he could stop this. he sat and watched as the love of his life got the devil beaten out of him, his blood splattering in the floor, and the guys knuckles becoming purple on his pale skin.

garrett finally got free and jumped up. he ran to the guy and punched him in the head. it was all downhill from there.

-

garrett and andrew layed on their floor, hand in hand and their breath heavy. their blood on their carpet and bruises everywhere. they lost the fight, and then was robbed, but they were too weak to stop them. andrew had broken ribs and garrett had a broken arm.

"hey, can we agree on something?" andrews voice wheezed out with coughs, "never mess with a group of really muscular men?" garrett replied, his tears falling from the side of his face. "no, to never get sushi again."

a/n:

hi! sorry this was really quick and bad but i havent uploading in like years so heres this! i hope you enjoy. and ill be hopefully doing a oc story or a fanfic. leave suggestions please! this might be the last time i post on this story. thank you for the support! also if you guys want me to continue comment on this!!

- jaz