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Andley One-Shots

Knives and Pens

-Andy's POV-

Hi, I'm Andy Six, and I'm the school's gay emo freak boy who worships the devil and is a wannabe rockstar. Apparently those unspoken words seem to be all anyone ever heard when I was forced to introduce myself to my new classes at my new school after moving to Cincinnati, Ohio. What I really said? Hello, my name is Andrew Biersack, but I much prefer Andy Six. There. That's it. Yeah, I wear makeup, skinny jeans, and band tees, but I deserve the same respect just as any other person, regardless of appearance or sexuality, which I did not even mention. I suppose they simply labeled me on their first judgment call due to my choice of dress. Even though I have never publically come out, the terms stuck like feathers to spilled honey, and ta-da! Now I am the school's gay emo satanic freak boy who is the target for bullying. Yay me. What a wonderful situation, especially with no friends to help me through it. Which is why I was defenseless when Rodney and his gang of jocks teamed up on me right on the edge of the school grounds, where a tiny path meets the nearby forest.

*Flashback*

"Hey, freak. Where ya' going?" I walked faster, turning my volume up on my iPod, hoping that they'd leave me alone if I ignored them and showed no reaction. They caught up to me.
"I asked you a question, better answer, fag. Where are you going," Kyle
stated, grabbing my jacket and ripping my earphones out.
"I-uh-home," I stuttered, suddenly afraid. It was never physical, just verbal abuse. None had ever gone so far as to touch me.
"Yeah, I don't think so," Rodney corrected, "how much money do you have on you?" I gulped.
"I don't have any," I whispered truthfully.
"Liar," Justin sniggered, making a quick reach for my backpack and tearing it off.
"Hey!" I yelled at them as they began to rummage through it.
"Hmm, what's this
?" Kyle questioned curiously, pulling out my green notebook filled with all my writing. The blood drained out of my face.
"Don't touch that." I said quietly, taking a step towards them. "Don't you dare touch that."
"Or what?" Rodney laughed, taking it for himself and flipping through. "You know what," he added, "I think I
'll keep it."
"No you can't!" I made a wild dive for it, desperately attempting to snatch it back out fo his hands and make a made dash for it, but there were three of them and one of me. My fingernails accidentely scraped down the side of Rodney's face as I was jumping up, when he held it just out of reach. Only once he felt the blood on his cheeks did the real rage make an appearance.
"Faggot!" He screamed at me in anger, amongst other swear words that I soon last track, partially due to his beatings, joined and sealed by his buddies who pinned me down. I don't know how long I was there for, only that the everlasting pain never ceased to shock through me, through all the blood I could feel dripping, at first, then running, then gushing. And there I lay, broken and beaten on the ground. Until now.

*End of flashback*

"Holy fuck, dude are you ok? Oh my god, do I need to call an ambulance?!" An unfamiliar voice yelled in worry. I could hear quick footsteps padding against the ground, and the heat of someone by my side. I groaned, attempting to sit up.
"I'm fine. Who are you and why do you even care? It's kinda hard to see right now," I told the person.
"You're clearly not fine, especially if you can't see. My name's Ashley Purdy. Are you Andy Six?"
"The one and only."
"I've heard rumours about you."
"So has everyone, apparently."
"I don't believe them, of course. Not all, I mean." Ugh. Whatever. At least he was kind enough to stop. With heavy, throbbing eyelids, I managed to open my eyes, though with fuzzy vision that took a while to spin into place. And I happened to be staring at the most gorgeous boy I'd ever seen. His lips moved, but I failed to hear the words he spoke, as I was lost in his eyes, the most beautiful shade of brown.
"Sorry, what? Could you repeat that?" I asked in a daze.
“Who do you want me to call?”
“Huh?”
“For help? Like, do you want your parents or the hospital or the police or what?”
“No one! Oh god, please don’t call anyone!” I cried, causing a sudden dizziness in my head to settle in for a few moments before a brief departure. Ashley raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I’m not leaving you here on your own. You’ve lost a lot of blood, too.”
“Don’t call anyone. My parents are at work and can’t be disturbed, hospital bills are too much to pay because we just moved, and the police won’t care. Don’t call anyone,” I told him, hoping he’d listen.
“Then what are you planning to do?” Shit, I hadn’t thought about that…
“Um, maybe, uh…” I trailed off. Fuck.
“Ok, if you really don’t want to call anyone, I could take you back to my place,” Ashley offered. “No one’s home, so nobody would see you like this and I could clean you up.” Yes please.
“Ok,” I agreed, leaning on his arm to help me stand up. “Thank you. That sounds alright.”
“No problem.” And so, we began limping to his place. Well, just me with a limp, him supporting me. Haha, Rodney, who’s going over to a hot guy’s house? Not you. Oh my god, I was going crazy.

-Ashley’s POV-

I unlocked the door and helped Andy inside, lying him down on the couch for now, with some cloths to hold to his injuries, while I looked for the emergency kit. Satanic. Gay. Evil. All known facts about him amongst a vast majority of people, but there was only one that I hoped for. Gay is not an insult, it is an orientation, but it was not treated as such in this school. Personally, I was in the closet and terrified to come out, so maybe he could help me out if he was. Either way, if you’re walking home from school and you see someone on a forest gravel trail bleeding out, you fucking stop to help them. I pulled out the emergency kit and entered the room again, this time equipped with bandages and medical spray, amongst other things.
“Want me to do it, or can you dress the wounds yourself?” I asked. He shrugged.
“I don’t care.”
“I’ll do it.”
“Thanks.” And so I set to work, cleaning everything off and wrapping them in gauze. There were a couple bruises on his face, but he hid them with concealer and other makeup without showing a single hint. Impressive. When all was finished and he felt much better-or at least he said so-I could really see his face. Goddammit this boy was attractive. Raven hair, ocean eyes, he truly was beautiful.
“Just for curiosity’s sake,” he started, “what have you heard about me? I don’t need to know everything, just what you said you believe.”
“Oh, um,” I shifted around uncomfortably in my spot, where I was sitting next to him on the couch. “Little things here and there.”
“Like?”
“Areyougay?” I blurted out fast, immediately regretting it. “CauseIamtoo,” I added in attempt to fix my previous mistake and only making it worse. I could feel that I was blushing redder than the blood that stained the cloth he had been holding up to his forehead, and I so wished this whole thing were a dream. Andy smiled, leaning in slowly before lifting up my chin gently, and then kissing me softly. Lost in surprise and bliss, I took a moment to kiss back.
“What do you think?” He asked in a kind, jokingly quiet voice after we’d pulled away.
“I think I would like to experience that again.”
“Couldn't agree more."

Notes

Ayyy I'm back!! Sorry it's been forever, school has been a real pain. Even now, I wrote this late at night before doing any homework. I'm really counting on a snow day tomorrow. Anyway, sorry it's been forever!

Comments

The third one shot are one of those one shots, that I wish were a story... With more chapters. xD


now I wanna make that one shot a story. xD

Cloudy Cloudy
1/11/16

Um... I was a sixth grader last year, but I don't know if your sister's ok...O_O

Cloudy Cloudy
1/11/16

O_O

Cloudy Cloudy
1/11/16

I have to admit chapter 4 was my favorite one-shot :P Makes me wanna write something similar. Gotta Love AUs :D

Bethylee Bethylee
5/6/15

They just stranger as they get older! My Lil sis in 7th grade and I worry! Your not alone

PurdyMess  1031 PurdyMess 1031
12/22/14