Ashley’s Point of View

It was awkward as fuck to say the least. Around 6:45pm, we finally met up outside the theatre. A tallish guy with long black hair, CC I think he said his name was, smiled when he saw me and said hi. I gave him a shy smile back and whispered a hey. He just laughed, throwing Andy a knowing look.

What was that about? I wondered to myself, but to be honest I couldn’t focus on my own question. All I could think about was the fact that Andy was no more than three feet away from me. I was normally confident and somewhat outgoing, but around Andy, I couldn’t even breath properly. I felt butterflies bouncing around in my stomach, making breathing even more difficult, and I felt the idiotic grin starting to make an appearance yet again.
Instead of worrying about the fact that Andy just kept staring at the ground and wouldn’t look at me, I focused all my attention on breathing properly and walking without tripping. So far, I was doing good and if I could keep this up, tonight should go good.

Breathe in.
Right foot.
Breathe out.
Left foot.
Breathe in…

"So," the only female of the group suddenly said, breaking the silence. "What made you decide to grace us with your presents?"

Her bluntness surprised me and I almost tripped over my feet.

"What the hell Sandra?" CC hissed.

"What." She snapped. "It’s a valid questio-"

"Sandra, just shut up." A quiet voice suddenly spoke up. Andy. Sandra looked surprised, but she quickly recovered and shot him a glare.

Holy fuck, if looks could kill.

"Just because you have some sort of man crush on him doesn’t mean that I have to like him." She snarled. As soon as the words left her mouth, you could easily see that she instantly regretted it. Sandra looked quickly at me, then at Andy, then at the floor.

"I-I’m sorry." She muttered to the floor. I wasn’t paying attention though. She just said that Andy liked me. He liked me. He fucking liked me.

I tried to keep my composer on the outside, but I don’t know how good of a job I was doing because on the inside I was screaming. I looked over at Andy. He just stood there, frozen, his mouth open. He honestly looked like he was about to cry.

He started to make a run for it, but I broke out of my happiness induced shock and grabbed his hand. Andy looked at me, but before he could say anything, I turned to the guys and Sandra.

"No. Sandra is right, it is a valid question. I know I didn’t bully you guys or join in on the beatings, but I didn’t stop them either. I basically pretended you guys didn’t exist." I gave Andy’s hand a quick squeeze without looking at him. "That right there is almost as bad as what Justin and his friends did to you guys, and I would really like to apologise." I looked at each one of the group separately and then took a quick look at Andy. He stopped trying to pull away from my hand and just stared at me.

I took a deep breath and continued. “That doesn’t really answer Sandra’s question though,” I nodded in her direction when I said her name. “I guess I just realised that, I don’t like who I am. I don’t like my reputation and I don’t like my popularity. Justin isn’t a real friend, he actually threatened me today, saying that if I turned into a “fag” that he would have no problem turning against me.”

I paused for a second. No one said anything, but Sandra was still glaring at me. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I want to start new. To Hell with my reputation and my old ‘friends’. I want you guys as my friends… And…” I didn’t know how to continue. I looked at Andy and tried making eye contact with him. He still wouldn’t look at me though. I sighed.

"Andy, I like you too. You’re the one who made me start thinking about my life. You’re the one I want to change for. I really hope what Sandra said is true, because you have no idea just how much I like you."


Andy’s point of view

"Andy, I like you too. You’re the one who made me start thinking about my life. You’re the one I want to change for. I really hope what Sandra said is true, because you have no idea just how much I like you." Ashley said, finally looking down at the floor for the first time since he started his speech. I gasped and looked up.

"Y-you, like me?" I whispered. He nodded without looking up.

"I-I…" I stopped. What if he was just playing with my feelings to try and get close to me like Sandra had said earlier? I looked over at CC who nodded, and then at Jinxx who smiled and gave me a thumbs up, indicating that it was okay for me to continue. I took a deep, calming breath.

"I like you too Ashley. I really do. You have no idea how long it took me to pick out what I wanted to wear because I wanted to look perfect for you." I whispered, looking back at the ground.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he started speaking. “My mum actually picked out my clothes, I had a really hard time too.”

I laughed, “CC picked out mine.”

"Awehh." CC said, reminding us that we weren’t alone. "This is so fucking cute. I think I might have to go to the bathroom and puke up fucking rainbows."

I giggled as Jake added in, “I’m going to have to punch a kitten to feel manly again.”

"Guys, the movie starts in five minutes. Lets go get our tickets." Jinxx said smiling, giving me a wink.

I blushed, and we started walking to the counter to get our tickets, Ashley never letting go of my hand.


A/N: I’m so sorry it’s so short! The next one will be longer. :)
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