Andley One-Shots

-Andy's POV-

"Ugh, do I really have to go to Jeremy's friend's birthday party?" I complained as my mom drove me and my little 6 year old brother, Jeremy, to his friends birthday party.
"Yes, you do, because you haven't been getting out enough, and Jake has an older brother your age," my mother told me.
"Who's Jake?"
"Jeremy's friend, and you know it. His brother's name is Ashley."
"Ashley? That's a girl name!" I exclaimed.
"Andy, be nice to him. You could use another friend." I opened my mouth to protest, but closed it again. She was right, I didn't have many friends.
"Fine," I sighed, leaning back into the seat and losing myself in the music.
"And take those ear things out when you see him. Be polite," my mom added. I scowled, but said nothing. When we arrived, there were about 10 little six year old boys running around wildly with action figures and dinosaur toys in the fenced yard. Jeremy went to go join them, and I rang the doorbell, hoping Ashley would answer soon and I wouldn't have to spend too long out with these little kids. As soon as I did, thankfully, he opened the door and dragged me inside.
"Oh, thank god you're here, I can hardly survive all these little kids everywhere," he gushed in relief. "I'm Ashley, by the way."
"Andy. I can see what you mean, too," I laughed as we watched them for a moment through the window.
"Wanna go upstairs and play some video games?" He asked. Huh, he wasn't so bad.
"Sure," I responded. So for the next couple hours, we talked and got to know each other as we played Call of Duty. Well, mostly died in the game, but still. We grabbed some cake near the end and then went back up. Ashley was actually one of the coolest people I had ever met, I really liked him. So much that for a second, I imagined kissing him. Wait, no, that wasn't right. I liked him as a friend, I wasn't gay. Was I? I didn't know, I was 12 years old, I couldn't be making those kind of decisions now. As parents started arriving to pick up their kids, my mom was among them.
"Andy! Time to go!" She called from downstairs.
"Dang it," I muttered. "Wait, here's my email and number so we can stay in touch," I told him, handing Ashley a sticky note with the information. He took it, but instead of goodbye, he crashed his lips against mine. To my surprise, I found myself kissing back. We pulled away a couple seconds later, eyes wide.
"I think you're mom's here," was all he said. I nodded.
"Yeah, I should probably get going." It was a mutual, unspoken agreement to pretend it never happened as we said goodbye downstairs. Yet I daydreamed about what happened between us all week long, memories of the kiss and visions of another found me in my sleep. The next Friday, I emailed him.
Wanna come over for a sleepover tonight? The response was immediate.
Sure! Can't wait! I grinned.
"Ok mom, I have plans for tonight!" I called.
"That's great, Andy! What are you doing?" She asked.
"Ashley's coming over for a sleepover!" A little while later, the doorbell rang. Strangely, there was nothing awkward at all as we said hello and I dragged his bags upstairs for him. Behind closed doors in my room was a different matter. I took a deep breath to break the silence.
"We need to talk about what happened," I told him.
"I'm sorry, Andy, I just-" he sighed, looking down. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine, I mean, I don't know what to do now. Did you feel anything when we ki-when it?" I settled for, uncomfortable with saying the word out loud. I kissed another boy. The thought was alien to me, but I wasn't afraid of it.
"I-I think so. What about you?"
"I don't know, I mean, I liked it. Should we try again? Just to see, you know, and if we don't feel anything, we forget about it. Sound good?" I tried to say it quickly. He nodded, and we both sat down on the edge of my bed. I wasn't sure how it was supposed to be, but I leaned in as my eyes fluttered shut. The electricity zapped through me, sparks flew through the air when our lips touched, and I parted them to let him in. My hand was on his shoulder and arm, I could tell I had a crush as I pulled him closer. Regret was all I felt when he ended it.
"What did you think about that?" Ashley whispered.
"I liked it."
"I liked it very much."
"I like you very much. But what are we going to do now?" I asked, worried as to what this meant.
"Hmm, um... Well, we could be best friends in public and more behind closed doors," he suggested. I nodded.
"Sounds good. You don't want to tell anyone, do you?"
"Heck no."
"Good, I don't either."
"Andy, Ashley, dinner time!" My mom called from downstairs. I found it easy to slip right back into the different type of relationship with Ashley, one more restricted, but just as fun. It was clear the task was simple for him, as well. We joked around like normal friends, it was as if nothing had happened. That night, after my mom put us to bed and lights were out, I had a sudden idea.
"Hey, Ashley," I whispered to Ashley, who was sleeping on an air mattress.
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna-this sounds really awkward, never mind," I chickened out. He understood what I had attempted to say without having to be told and climbed under the covers with me. "Thanks," I mumbled in relief. It felt so right just to have him next to me, his face so close. I really, really liked this boy. We didn't do anything but drift off, lost in each other's eyes. We were still holding hands when we woke up.

Notes

Ok so sorry if you read this before and were hoping for the second chapter to a five shot with this plot, but the rest of the story honestly wasn't going to be that good. The next chapter is completely unrelated to this little chapter.