I woke up to the feeling of fingers running softly through my hair. It felt so good that I didn't want to open my eyes, but I got bored quickly with just lying there. I slowly opened my eyes. Andy was starting off somewhere far away from this world.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him braking his train of thought.

"Huh? Oh, I was thinking about what you were telling about last night. Ya know...with your mom." Andy said.

"Yea?" I said askingly.

"Well I was thinking that the night that you came to the bar, part of the reason for that was because you lost your dad right?"

"Yeaaa." I said wishing he would just get to the point.

"Well I was wondering what happened to him?"

"After my mom died, he started drinking a lot. Last year he went crazy and went out late at night. He got hit by a car after he killed 4 people." I said the tears wheeling up again.

"Sorry I shouldn't have brought that back up." Andy said while pulling me closer into his arms. I wanted to let the tears out, but I wouldn't let them because I wanted to move on. I was tired of living in the past.

"It's ok. Don’t be sorry," I said as I melted in his arms listening to his even breathing and heart beat.

We sat their for a few minutes. A whine escaped my mouth when he suddenly got up and stood in front of the bed looking at me.

"We need to start getting ready. Make sure you wear something that you don't mind messing up." he said as he walked over to his closet.

"Ugggggh!" I grumbled as I got out of the warm comfy bed. I wasn't sure, but I could have sore that I felt Andy's eyes staring at my ass as I walked out of the room.

I walked into the guest room and opened the closet doors. I looked at all of my new clothes, but couldn't find anything that I didn't mind getting messed up. I closed the doors and looked over at the bed. I saw the clothes that I was wearing when Andy found me lying their. I figured they would be perfect to wear for training . I walked over to the bed and pulled my shirt off over my head. My pants were next. When I was in nothing but my boxers, I heard the door bust open.

"Oh I laid some clothes out on the …" Andy started, but couldn't finish when he saw me in my present state.

"Hehe." I laughed at him as he started walking out the door apologizing.

I pulled on my pants and then my shirt. I turned around to open the door and Andy fell on the floor once the door was completely open.

"What are you doing down their?" I said a little surprised with a smirk on my face. He jumped up when he heard my voice and stood in front of me.

"Sorry." he apologized again. Before I could say anything else he was out of the room and down the hall. I watched after him as he disappeared down the stairs cause that wasn't weird at all. Come to think of it, he did walk off in an awkward way.

I went to the bathroom to fix my mess of hair. It was sticking up in all different directions . Giving up on fixing it with a brush I started my search for a flat iron . After 10 minutes I finally found on. Once it was heated up, I ran it through my long black hair until it looked the way I wanted it to. After that was done, I heavy out lined my eyes with black eye liner. Then I put eye shadow on the tops of my eyes. Then used some kind of black make up to make big circle around my eyes. I wasn't really sure what it was called. All I knew was what the bottle looked like it would work. I used the same unknown make-up to put a dot on my left cheek bone and two uneven lines on my right cheek bone. It lines were straight, but the top one was a little longer than the bottom, and one line going straight up over my left eye.

Finally I was happy with my appearance and walked down stairs. I walked around trying to find Andy. I ended up in the kitchen. He had his back to me once again. This time I made sure to check for any obstacles that way be in my way. Once I was sure their wasn't any, I slowly started walking over to Andy and tickled him. He let out a loud scream at the unexpected touch. The scream quickly turned into a laugh as the realization of being ticked hit him. I wasn't sure how it happened, but the next thing I knew, I back was being pressed up against the wall with Andy was pressed up against in front; his arms were around my waist.

"No." Was all he said before the tapped my nose with his index finger and letting me go. He walked over to the kitchen table where breakfast was laid out.

I walked over to the table and sat down in the chair across from him. I looked down at bowl of raw meat then at the cup of blood that was sitting in front of me. I looked up at Andy with a puzzled look.

"What?" he said.

"What is this?" I asked him referring to the….ummmmm…'food'.

"It's meat and blood." he said innocently.

"Well I figured the much out on my own. I meant why are we eating this?" I said.

"Well in this world, that is a normal meal. Besides cooked beef will tear your stomach up. As for the blood, well its kind of like milk for humans." he said. As soon as the last word left his mouth, he picked up his fork and started eating.

With nothing to lose, and after making sure Andy wasn't going to sick from the meal, I picked up my own fork and started eating. It wasn't that bad, it was actually pretty good. I wolf the rest of the meal down, only then finding out how hungry I was.

"So, if cooked meat will give me a bad belly, then why didn't it do that yesterday at the mall when were eating Chinese?" I asked fining the concept weird.

"Because yesterday, we had chicken, not beef. Last time I checked, chicken isn't beef." he said being a bit of a smart ass.

I nodded though I was also glaring at him, but nodded non the less.

"We better get going." he said talking our bowls and cups and setting them in the dish washer.

I followed him as he walked to the living room and picked up two bags from the couch. He threw one of the bags at me and the air left my chest. I surprised was at how much the bag weighed. Andy made it look easy when he put his bag on his shoulders effortlessly.

"What's in here?" I asked as tried putting it on my back with the same grace the Andy had. I was pretty sure that I failed miserably.

"Some supplies we'll need when fighting." he said. I nodded my head and with that we left.

We walked around the house to the back and into the wood behind the house. We walked for hours through the woods. Right as I was about to start complaining, we walked into a large clearing.

"This is were we'll fight." Andy said throwing his bag on the ground. I watched as he went inside his bag and pulled out a hunting knife. I did the same. When I found mine I walked over to join him in the middle of the clearing.

"Before we start fighting, we're going to do a little target practicing." he said. We walked over to the trees on the opposite side of were we had come from. I saw six bundles of hay sitting on the ground 10 feet away from as. Andy took my knife from me and replaced it with a bow and some arrows.

"I'm going to practice with the left three while you practice on the right three." he said pointing at each set of bundles as he spoke. "Once you can hit all three bull's eye, we will fight." With that he took his knife and throw it at one of his bundles hitting it square in the center on the first try.

It looked simple enough. I put one of my arrows through the biscuit and attached the back end to the draw string. Right as I was about the let the arrow go, Andy stopped me.

"Hey! What was that for?" I said. Well more yelled, but that’s beside the point.

"If you hold it like that", he said referring to the way the I had my arm all the way against the draw string and had the bow as far away from me as my arms would allow. "You'll end up hurting your self more than anyone else. That is, if your luck enough to get someone." Andy finished with a smirk as he walked behind me.

"Try this instead." he said as he grabbed the bow and draw string where my hands were. He pointed the bow to the ground as he pulled back the draw string. As soon as it was pulled all the way back, he lifted it up and pulled toward us until my finger that was on the string touched the corner of my mouth. The hand that he had used to cover the one the I used to pull the string back, slid down my arm and stopped at my elbow. He pulled my elbow out to side slightly then dropped both of his hands.

"There. Now aim for a little above your target and shoot when your ready." he whispered in the ear tickling the flesh around it causing my head to spin a little, and made my breathing uncontrollable.

Once I could properly concentrate, I aimed where he had told me to and released the arrow. The rod flew gracefully through the air and landed dead in the center of the bull's eye.

"I DID IT! I DID IT! Thank you!" I cheered happily as a wrapped my arms around Andy's neck.

"Good job Ash. Know lets see if you can do it again." he said when I let go of him. He stayed behind me as I repeated the process and hit the second one in the center.

"Good. Now the last one." he said as I beamed. I repeated the process for a final time. Right as I was about to let go, I spotted a deer. I quickly changed my direction and aimed for the deer instead. I released the arrow and hit the deer in the heart. The deer stood their for a second before it dropped dead.

"Nice." Andy said from behind me in shock. I jumped when I heard his voice. I forgot that he was standing there. He pushed me lightly towards the deer and we bother started walking over to the dead creature. Andy took his knife and slowly made a cut down the full length of the body. At first I felt like I wanted to gag when he started gutting the deer. The feeling as soon replaced by a feeling of arousal. For reasons that I wasn't even sure of, I found it attractive. The way he could so easily put his hand inside of the creature and put organ after organ. He turned around when I whimpered. I didn't even know that I had said anything until Andy nearly ran over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Are you ok? What wrong? What happened?" he asked not giving me a chance to reply. I had to shake my head clear before I could reply.

"Yea. I'm fine." 'A little to fine.' I thought to myself not yet forgetting about my cock that was growing hard inside my pants.

"Well that's good." he said letting me go. "Come on. Lets eat before we train anymore." I nodded my head in agreement. It had been hours ago since I had last ate. We dinned down on the deer until it was nothing but bones.

"I guess we better go train now, huh?" I asked Andy.

"Yes, but first we need to go some were." he replied.

"Were would that be?" I asked confused.

"Not tellin'." he said smirking. He turned around and walked off further into the woods. I walked after him if for no other reason, out of pure curiosity.

We walked a short ways before we ended up at a lake. I tilted my head in confusion, but Andy never stopped walking until he got the the edge of the lake. Even then he only stayed their long enough to take off his shirt and pants and shoes. He stood their in his boxers looking over his shoulder at me.

"You coming?" he ask seconds before jumping into the water.

I ran over to the side of the lake and right as I got to the edge, almost as if it was planned, I was greeted to a pair of wet boxers flying out of the water and hitting me in the face. It was all over then. I quickly stripped down completely naked and jumped in the water after him. I dived down looking through the water trying to find Andy, but it was pointless. I couldn't see anything. I swamp up to the surface gasping for air.

I had finally caught by breath when I felt a hand wrap around my ankle and start pulling me back under.

Notes

Hehe I wonder what Andy's planning. OH! Wait that right, I know what he's doing now. Huh? Tell you? Mmmmm I might if I get some nice comments >:}
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