Back With the Boys

"Why are you here? What do you want" I asked. Of course, I already knew what he wanted. Although there were many reasons why he should be here, only one was a valid motive - the rest were just empty hope.
Narrowing his eyes, he shook his head at me slightly. "Don't. Don't pretend you don't know exactly why I'm here." he spoke lowly, and slowly as he threw his cigarette stump onto the floor and crushed it underneath his foot.
"No, I want to hear you say it, Andreas" as I spoke I stepped closer to him until we were only inches away from eachother. "Say it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I gazed up at him for what felt like hours, but infact was probably only minutes, until he finally stepped away. He was muttering under his breath furiously as he ran a hand through his hair over and over again. He always did this when he was nervous or angry.
Although I couldnt hear exactly what he was saying, I knew it was probably about me. And not nice things, either. Once upon a time, it might have hurt me to hear him talk about me in this way, but not anymore. I didn't care for him anymore. I haven't care for any one of them for two years and three months. Not that I was counting or anything.
Andy stopped mumbling and turned to me, looking me straight in the eye. His hair was ruffled, and his eyes showed it pained him to say the words which next escaped his lips. "Damnit, Beau...We need you."

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Boheme needed an escape route. She needed to get out. They said she'd never be allowed back in. Boheme thought that this was for the best. But now, two years later, her past is catching up with her. And Boheme is going to get back with the boys.