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The drive back to Fox Tower was silent between Andrew's group. The Foxes victory against the Ravens left the team rattled with happiness. Matt and the others chatted away cheerfully on the ride back. Neil sat behind Andrew. He still felt the push of Andrew's lips against his. Neil brought hand up to his face and ran his thumb over his bottom lip, his heartbeat quickened as he thought about it.
All his life he had been running, but the Foxes gave him a home. They refused to give him up, even though they now all knew who he was, where he had come from.
But his past did not define him, he carried it with him, but it couldn't weight the Exy-player down anymore. Only the now counted, the present.
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Neil had needed this appreciation.
The auburn haired was feeling tingly all over, aching, sweating.
Andrew lay beside him, following his example. His expression was saying something different than 'boring'. He was just as exhausted as Neil was.
He turned away to not look at the striker.
Neil wondered on that.
As the blonde turned around to face him again, his eyes were glistening, his lips formed a tight line.
"What are you-", Neil began, but Andrew's hand flew fastly in front of his mouth, covering up the words he intended to ask.
"Don't talk", Andrew told him in a growly voice, "This ain't getting no easier with you"
Neil took Andrew's hand off his mouth, which Andrew didn't protest against.
"Geez", Andrew responded, then grabbed Neil by his waist and pulled him closer, not letting go of Neil's hand in the process. "You're so downright annoying, I want to smack you"
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This is mostly for me and my stupid self to let my fantasies play, feel free to read it, though.
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I started off when the 3rd book ended.
*Warning: includes spoilers*
(It mostly contains Andreil)
Have fun :)
*these characters belong to Nora Sakavic*
He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself.
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"Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.
"No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath.
"Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly.
"Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face.
"How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes.
"I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle.
"You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks.
"Well, I know you will keep me safe."
"Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me.
"You haven't hurt me."
"Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.