His Secret

“Call 911! There is so much blood. James are you okay? How did this happened. Somebody call-”

“ANDY!” I finally found my voice to quiet Andy. How was I going to pull this out of my ass? Why did this happen now! This hasn't happened in months. The doctors said the shots would make it stop. Why hasn't it stopped?!?!

“I’m okay...” I said, drying my tears. I freaked out for a few moments once I saw the blood… the blood… just like last time. Once Jinxx came in, he started to talk me down and help me stop crying. Sadly, his talk didn’t reach Andy. I guess that’s my job. But what do I say?


Then it hit me. And by it, I mean Andy. Andy grabbed me and picked me up like it was nothing, despite knowing I hated being touched. He nearly knocked my glasses off my face.

“Andy! PUT ME DOWN I’M OKAY! I CUT MY LEG A WHILE AGO AND I MUST HAVE REOPENED THE WOUND!” I yelled, pounding on Andy so he would put me down. I guess being flailed around against your will by a six foot emo giant is the magic recipe for a good lie. I even believed myself.

“Andy, put him down.” Jinxx said.

“I just need a bandage… and some pants. I’ll be okay.” Yeah.. a bandage, that will fix it. The boys all looked at me, I had to act like I was in pain, maybe that would help them believe my story. A cut on my leg… Nice one James.

“Where is your bathroom, I asked, beginning to limp out the door. I was holding the back part of my leg by my butt where the stain was the darkest to make my story more believable. Andy quickly grabbed my arm. He let me lean on him for support as he lead me to the bathroom. I didn’t realize how big his house was until I was limping through it with blood stained boxers.

“It’s just down here. I can get some bandages and a pair of boxers for you to wear.” He said, sitting me down on the toilet.

“O-Okay…” I replied quietly. I could see it in his eyes. I could see he wasn’t buying it. He wasn’t buying my story, and neither were the rest of them. I have to get out of here as soon as possible.

Andy reached down and pulled out a first aid kit from the drawer under the sink and handed it to me. “Here, I’ll be right back with some fresh boxers." He looked down at the blood stained boxer briefs I was wearing and nodded. “I’ll be right back… just clean yourself up.”

**Andy’s POV**

I rushed back into my room where the guys were all standing around. Once I stepped through the doorway, they all turned to me.

“Is he okay?” CC asked, addressing the Elephant in the room and breaking the momentary silence.

“I haven’t looked at the wound yet, but he doesn't seem to be in too much pain. I just need to grab some boxers.” I replied, grabbing some and turning on my heel towards the bathroom. I was about to rush out but Jinxx stopped me.

“I think those are a little big.” He said, pointing to the pair I had in my hand. I had completely forgotten about the size difference. James was so much shorter and thinner than me. These would fall off him. But what was I suppose to do? I don't have anything else.

“I don’t have anything smaller.” I said to him, gesturing at my underwear drawer. “This will have to do.”

“Andy just-” Jinxx was about to say something but I didn’t pay attention. I had to go make sure James was doing okay. It was like I couldn’t be separated from him for more than a few minutes without losing it. I was addicted to him… he was my drug… he was…

Not wearing pants.

Notes

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while! I'll be updating more now that summer is around the corner.

Thank you, and you're welcome.

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James's PJ's

Jake's Pj's

Andy's Pj's

Ashly's Pj's

CC's Pj's

Jinxx's Pj's