The Broken One

***Cynthia’s P.O.V***
“It’s time to get up hun, you gotta get to school”
I hear Andy say quietly as he shakes me a little. I groan and push my face deeper into the crook of his neck, my stomach turning just at the thought of having to face people.
“I don’t want to”
I complain, my words muffled by Andy's shirt.
“I'm aware of that. You’re lucky I agreed to let you go back on a Friday. It’s just one day and then the weekend”
He says, trying to convince me it won’t be complete hell.
It’s been over a month since I've gone and the school administrators kept calling Andy, insisting I needed to come back as soon as possible so I don’t get held back. I have no idea how kids are going to treat me or if they know why I haven’t been there.
“You gotta get up, come on”
He says, prying me off of him. The second he gets me off him I push myself right back against him, making him chuckle.
“If that’s how it’s gonna be than”
He says before bringing his fingers to my sides and starting to tickle me. I let out a shriek and start to laugh and squirm away. Andy grabs me and pulls me back, laughing at my desperate attempts to push his hands away, he knows how ticklish I am.
By the time he’s done I have tears streaming down my cheeks from laughing so hard. Andy throws his arms around me and pulls me to him, spooning me.
“You really do have to get ready now, I don’t imagine you’d want to walk into the classroom late”
He says, resting his chin on my shoulder from behind me . My heart does a little flutter. Having him so close to me like this stirs up emotion in me. I'm like a kid who has a crush on her older brother’s friend or something. If he ever found out, I’d die of embarrassment, he’d never feel the same towards me.
Andy slides his arms out from around my body and pushes himself into an upright position. I do the same and stand up, going to the closet to grab the clothes I want to wear today. I keep my back to him, not wanting him to see my bright pink cheeks.
“I'm gonna go take a shower”
I say, walking out of the room and to the bathroom.

***Andy's P.O.V***
I stay sitting on the bed for a few minutes after Cynthia leaves. I run my hands through my hair, frustrated with the slight bulge in my pants from being so close to her like that. I should’ve know better.
I stand up, trying to force my mind away from that subject and walk down the short hallway to my own room. I look through my closet and pull out some skinny jeans and a KISS t-shirt, dressing quickly.
I walk back into the hall and head towards the stairs. Right as I pass the bathroom I hear a groan. I stop, my nosy self, doing what it does best.
“Andy Andy Andy fuck”
I hear Cynthia say, groaning again. Does this mean she has feelings for me? My mind spins at the thought. After a minute of standing there the water shuts off and I hurry down the stairs, not wanting to come across as a creep by standing there or embarrass her if she knew I heard her.
I plop down on the couch, sort of in shock. What if Cynthia likes me back? Could something even happen between us? Am I just getting my hopes up for nothing?
My thoughts are cut short when Cynthia comes down the stairs, backpack slung over her shoulder, ready to go to school.
“You ready?”
I ask, standing up and grabbing my keys from the table.
“No, but you’re going to make me go rather I am or not”
She grumbles. I smile, her frustration amusing me.
“So I'm the bad guy now?”
I say, trying not to laugh. She looks at me, giving me a dirty look. I start to chuckle, making it impossible for her to keep a straight face.
“Come on. It won’t be that bad, the day will be over before you know it and then you'll get to come home to your favorite person”
I joke, flashing her a cheesy smile. She turns away from me and open the door, trying her hardest, yet failing, not to smile back.

Notes

IT WAS A SNOW DAY TODAY :D so i finally had time to write this chapter. I hope everybody like it <3.
If only Andy and Cynthia knew how they felt about each other :)

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