Andy's P.O.V.

Time is a funny thing. It can stretch on forever or shrink to the shortest and smallest moment. Lives can change or everything can stay exactly the same. Knowing that, I hold every day as the most important moment of my life and hang on to every second.

This past week has been surreal. I have only had Chris officially for a week, but it feels like we've been together since the day we met. I have been over the moon because I didn't think this could possibly happen. He is even more amazing now that I can call him mine. It's miracle that he only occupies my every other thought, so I still have the capacity to focus on school and finish these last couple of months.

I haven't actually seen Christofer today, and I would be worried if it wasn't for the periodic buzz of my phone to indicate a new text message.

From Chrissy: So are you saying that you think I'll let you keep your top spot? Babe, don't kid yourself. No matter what I feel about you, this is a fight to the finish.

To Chrissy: Oh really? Is that how it's going to be? Why do I get the feeling that there are several ways that I could persuade you to change your mind?

The reply was instant, just like all of the other ones, and that makes the butterflies in my stomach take flight yet again.

From Chrissy: Are you offering me sexual favors? *gasp! Young Andy, I did not expect such dirty play from you. Though I must admit you are far too hot for me to say no to.

The near giggle that escapes my mouth is more than embarrassing, and I'm thankful that no one is close enough to have possibly heard it.

"Oh? Whose got you giggling like a school girl Six?" Damn it. I didn't account for my panther silent best friend. I shoot off a quick, equally flirtatious reply to my boyfriend before sliding it into my back pocket, where I will not be tempted to text through the whole class.

"Uh oh, is that a red tint I am seeing? It must be lover boy then. How has he been?"

"He- I don't know how I lived without him before. He is the cutest, most endearing guy I have ever met. He gives me a run for my money on the intellectual front, which is incredibly rare-" She's the one giggling now. Did I say something funny?

"Baby, I meant, how is he holding up?" It's really strange, the dynamic between Juliet and I. She calls me by pet names because it feels like we're married anyway, but she looks at me with eyes so motherly, I have to wonder if she has a secret child somewhere that she isn't telling me about.

"Oh. He has been a lot more normal this week. After I talked to him, he seemed a lot more open to the idea of finally seeing Tay. I completely agree with you that he has to go see her before it's too late." I hate to have to admit it, but I'm not sure how long Taylor will last.

"I can't believe time can fly so fast like this. It's been more than a month. She was such a bright light in this school, even if people didn't notice."

"I think the light is gone, or at the very least, it's vacationing." Her puzzled look is one that I already know to mean 'go on'. I visited her in the hospital on Tuesday. She is stable, and she looked fine, but the doctors said it could go either way for her at any point, so they are keeping a close eye on her." To say these things out loud is to acknowledge and accept them, and if Christofer won't do it, then I have to.

"Let's just hope it goes the positive way." Jules' brow is wrinkled in the way that it only gets when she is worried for me.

"Of course, but I am preparing for both. If she doesn't make..." If her being in the hospital had such a strong effect on him, I cannot imagine the effect losing her will have on him. To say he will need me is an understatement.

"I can see that he really makes you happy. I know you're a happy person in general, but I have never seen you this outwardly happy." She reaches over and gives me some sort of awkward side hug that I reciprocate. As always, teachers have terrible timing, which is why Mr. Jerzubik chooses that minute to walk into the room, effectively ending my conversation. Not only do teachers have poor timing, but they also have barely functioning hearts and non-existent souls because the first words out of Mr. Jerzubik's mouth are "Pop Quiz!"

It's a good thing that I study and school comes naturally to me, or I would be thoroughly screwed because my day is filled with small, random distractions that throw me off. I survive until lunch break without burning down the chem lab or anything else that could have gone wrong, thankfully. The hallway clears quickly and I am left sitting on the floor with my book against the lockers and my phone glued to my hand.

To Chrissy: Where are you?

I can't help my mind from racing back to the last time this happened, over a month ago, and Chris was actually in danger. What if something else happened? Where is he? I know I won't be able to live with myself if he gets hurt because I am not paying attention. It seems like hours before he replies but it's only seconds.

From Chrissy: I'm not in school.

To Chrissy: Thank you, honestly, I didn't deduce that fact from me sitting here alone with no boyfriend.

I know he will laugh at my sarcasm, and I am even more certain that he will be forced to smile because he has been more obsessed than I have with me calling him my boyfriend.

From Chrissy: Does it really matter where I am?

Oh, this might as well be a riddle because I honestly have no clue what the answer is. Does it really matter?

To Chrissy: Are you safe?

From Chrissy: Incredibly so :)

To Chrissy: Stay that way baby. Will I see you later?

From Chrissy: Of course you will. I can't go a day without you. Prepare for me to darken your doorstep at some point tonight.

It seems damn near impossible for us to get through a conversation without being interrupted by someone, but some talking is better than none at all. I can see one of Christofer's friends coming from the other end of the hallway, and I highly doubt he will pass without saying anything at all. As the person gets closer, it becomes clear that it is actually two people, both of which stop straight in front of me and fold their legs to sit.

"Hey Andy." The guy has a familiar face, and the girl's bright hair is very recognizable. I know them; Chris introduced us once.

"Hello Josh, Hayley, how are you two doing?" Their hands are noticeably clasped together in their lap and it is incredibly cute how they have to be touching. It reminds me of myself.

"Aside from being down by two friends, we are doing just fine." Hayley still tacked a smile onto that statement despite its sad connotation.

"I'm really sorry about that. I don't think Tay and Alex will ever realize just how far their reach is in this school. Even I'm missing them being here." I didn't realize that until now.

"Yeah, they are the reason the two of us are together. If Tay hadn't bugged me so much, I would never have been able to pack up the courage to ask her." The British accent only peaks out at random points in his speech now after he has been in this country for four years, yet it's still hard to miss the fact that Josh is British with his off kilter diction.

"You have really been holding Christofer up, and we just wanted to thank you for doing that." Hayley is all smiles, and I know that she really means it.

"Speaking of him, where is he?" My phone buzzes right on cue, and the caller ID shows none other than Christofer.

"Actually, this is him now." I gesture towards my buzzing phone.

"Well, we had better get going." He stands and then helps her off of the floor before she jumps onto his back and he has no choice but to carry her away. I wait until they have gotten a good distance away before answering.

"Hello Chrissy, What's up?" My boredom makes me drag out the 's' in his name, not me trying anything.

"I just wanted to hear your voice."

"I'll do you one better, Facetime." It only takes a few seconds before I am staring at my face and he is undoubtedly staring at mine.

"How has your day been?" It's clear that he has been crying, but I decide to answer his question instead of asking any more.

"oh, it's been not nearly as good as it would be if you were here." I can't help the pout that crawls onto my lips.

"Sorry I couldn't be there." Again, I don't ask any questions. The bell rings to signal the end of break, and I can hear the thrum of the usual stampede of kids coming down the hall.

"You have to go, huh?" He almost looks defeated by this fact. I only nod my head. Just before he is about to disconnect the call, I grab his attention one last time.

"Hey Christofer, I love you." I can't help but return the radiant smile he gives me before he hangs up and I go back to class.

~~~~~~~~~~

My bed is more comfortable than a cloud, I am sure. Have I ever touched a cloud? Slept on a cloud? No. But, that has no effect on my opinion whatsoever. As soon as I got home, I flopped down onto my bed (without shoes of course), and I've been aimlessly staring at the back of my eyelids while I wait for Christofer to call.

"Andy, we are going out, don't wait up because it will probably be a late night for us." My mother is peaking her head into my room, and I don't have to look to know that. I only respond with a muffled groan. I listen carefully for the sound of my parents heading out of the house and the lock to the front door catching. I'm alone; I'm sure of this. That is why I am nearly startled out of my skin by someone pouncing on me. I don't bother to open my eyes because I quickly recognize the all to familiar scent and feel of this body. My arms instantly snake around his back to glue his body to mine as I roll him onto his side. The gentle press of soft lips to my own is what finally forces me to open my eyes.

He hasn't been crying again since earlier because there is no longer any trace that he shed a tear today at all. We hold each others focus in a way that is surrealy peaceful. It's him who makes the decision to break the silence.

"I went today. My parents left for the weekend for a business trip in some part of Europe, and they won't be back until Monday. I didn't want her to be alone even though Alex was there." His voice is quiet, and it stays that way with no sign of a coming change.

"'m pr 'v you." I just said that, and I couldn't even understand myself with my face buried in his hair. I don't want to move from here. I can feel his chest rumble from where we are pressed together.

"I said, I'm proud of you. I know going to visit her was a huge step for you."

"Yeah, it was nice." He searches my face, but I'm not sure of what he is looking for. Unexpectedly, he pushes forward to pull me into a kiss. It's not just any kiss though. The feeling is completely different. There is almost a burning sensation spreading from the edge of my lips, into my mouth, and down my throat. His hands are fearlessly edging up the bottom of my sweater, and I would help him if my hands weren't busy do the same thing to him. Getting our shirts off is a lot smoother than usual, and he doesn't stop there. He rolled me over so that he is resting above me while our lips are connected. He pulls back to catch his breath, and I have to take advantage of that.

" I love you." He stops halfway between where he was sitting up and where he was going to lean down and reconnect our lips. His eyes are lashing with emotions and thoughts that are sprinting through his mind. It only takes a moment for a new, unfamiliar light to enter his eyes, and then he is leaning in again. My hand reaches out to play with the hair at the back of his neck.

"I-I love you too." Ever since I first met Christofer, I have been careful with him because he was a stranger, because of his past, and because his present; and he has always been shy. Now, in this moment, I can see it burning away. He is forgetting his past, and everything that has ever troubled him, and I am doing the same. Not only can I see it, but I can feel it tearing through me, burning away all of the excess. When it's all gone, we are both down to ashes and the truth, and we are both more than alive. He is a live wire, but so am I, and the attraction is too good to resist.

All of our clothes are on the floor with little to no grace and my hands are moving to new places before I can register what I am about to do; what we are about to do. When it finally does hit me, I freeze with my hand halfway down his back.

"Can I?" I have never been more hesitant about anything in my entire life.

"It's all I want right now." His smile is already that of someone who is blissed out even though I have barely started. I make sure to flip him onto his back to give myself the upper hand again. Neither of us is a virgin and we both know that. He stretches smoothly, but I take my time anyway, savoring each movement and the tiny sounds that slip from between his lips. There is no talking because all of our passion and love has left our lungs and hearts; it's filling the air around us.

I push in slowly, the same way I have done everything else, and I can tell by his tightness that this will not be a one time thing. The most beautiful moans pour from his mouth as I bottom out. He only takes a few seconds before tapping my arm where his hand is rested and nodding his head, signaling me to move. The smooth in and out builds pace and gains meaning with each thrust of my hips. Between the wandering hands and languid kisses, we both are taking our time to explore each other, and show what exactly we feel. This isn't just meaningless sex like it is with anyone else. I love him, and he loves me. As we both get closer to the end, my movements lose some finesse, but the intention is still there, as well as the effect. His moans get louder and far more delicious than when we started until he is warning me that he is close. Watching him fall apart under me, knowing that I did that is enough to push me over the edge right after him.

We collapse in a sweaty heap, but neither of us can be assed to care because this moment is filled with too much contentment and happiness. I pull his body tightly to mine, on the edge of consciousness. His voice reaches out to wrap me up as tightly as my arms are holding him.

"I love you Andy." And I pass out entirely.

~~~~Third Person~~~~~~

The steady beep of the heart monitor is all that fills his ears. But then, it doesn't. And that's what wakes him. The steady beeping that he has gotten used to in the past month has suddenly turned to a single tone that pierces his ears, and his heart, and rips his mind apart. The room is in sudden commotion with too many people and too much noise, but nothing blocks out that single tone. It doesn't stop, it just goes on and on despite their efforts. And then, there are no efforts.

"Time of death, 3:46"

Notes

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