A/N: Before you read this chapter I would like to apologize for disappearing for like a few weeks I think. I was overwhelmed by the amount of views to the point I didn't know what to do. I'm sorry :)
Thank you for 500 views on this crappy book.
I realized I can't write in past tense like "liked" or "kissed" because I'm crazy :)
So here is my new writing style: Again I'm sorry.
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Andy unlocks the door to his dorm his eyes red and puffy from crying, he drags his feet inside and slumps onto his bed.
He felt hurt.
The thoughts in his head spins as he didn't know how to conclude anything, the way he saw Raphael holding someone else's hand.
He sighs and buries his face in his pillow letting him fall into a deep slumber.
The door quietly opens and Raphael walks in, he ran his fingers through as he sees Andy asleep. This time he doesn't even bother to walk to him, he sits on his bed watching him sleep.
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"We need to talk," Raphael says between the kisses.
Joe hums and pulls back, he locks eyes with Raphael's worrisome eyes and frowns a bit.
"Something wrong?"
Raphael sighs, "we can't keep doing this," he mutters.
Joe's looks at him confused, "Raphael but you, you said that you can't," he fumbles with his words.
"I know what I said okay? I just...I can't stop thinking about him," Raphael holds Joe's hand.
"I'll make you forgetâ" he was harshly interrupted.
"I don't want too!" Raphael chokes out, "I want...I just want him," he breaths.
Joe looks at him, Raphael's head hanging low leaning onto Joe's chest. His heart breaks, and when it does he knows that he was in love with him.
"Okay," he whispers.
Raphael looks into Joe's eyes, "what?"
"Okay."
Raphael's eyes tear up and he pulls Joe into hug, he silently cries onto him as Joe rubs his back gently.
"Thank you.." Raphael whispers, "and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
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Raphael sighs when his memories wash out, he still smelt like beer and sweat as he laid on his bed.
He wasn't sure if he was able to drink his medicine or not, he had drunk he doesn't risk and doesn't bother to pick up the pills written: Clonazepam.
He looks over at Andy once again and turns over to his wall and falls asleep.
It was a few hours to sunrise, Andy stirs in his sleep and slowly opens his eyes, he felt someone breath on his neck.
He wants to push him away but he couldn't, the way that Raphael's arms held him gave him reassurance that he wants going to leave him.
Andy sighs and closes his eyes once more.
The sun finally peeks through the curtains, Andy stirs once more to find himself alone in bed.
He wasn't surprised.
He rubs his eyes and heads into the bathroom to start his day.
The day flies in a hurry and Andy didn't want to head over to the dorm just yet, he finds himself sitting peacefully on an empty bench.
His eyes follow the movement of people that circled him around the campus.
"Hey," Jake says walking towards him.
Andy smiles and greets him as he sits down beside him.
"You left early?" He asks.
Andy nods.
The silence swells in.
"Can I ask you something?" Jake mutters.
"Yeah."
He hesitates to speak but does so anyway, "do you even like me?"
"Of course I do."
"I don't mean it like that," he corrects, "I mean do you think you would ever date me?"
Andy bites his bottom lip with guilt, "you want the truth?"
"Yes."
Andy sighs, "I would've dated you a long time ago, if I didn't like someone else."
Jake eyebrows rise, "you like someone else? Raphael? Right?"
"It's complicated."
Jake looks over at him, "tell me, I have time."
Andy sighs, "it began in highschool or middle school I suppose, you remember me telling you that he bullied me right?"
Jake nods.
"Well, he wasn't really always like that, the first time we met he was actually really kind, strange but kind."
Andy pauses as his heart swells.
"He was going through something I guess and that's why we broke I apart," he tells him.
Jake nods once more, "how did you two even become friends?"
"This might sound cliché, he was struggling with chemistry and our teacher offered me to tutor him."
Andy looks over at Jake, "then we became friends and we became really close."
"What happened?"
Andy sighs, "a week after my dad's funeral he acted strange, he didn't want to talk to me, or see me at all. Whenever I tried he would push me away, eventually it got physical.."
Jake frowns, "and you both began the famous hate between you two?"
"Yeah, we did."
Jake exhales and shoves his hands in his pockets, "you liked him before... didn't you?"
"Was it that obvious?" Andy threw in a joke.
Jake shrugs.
"How'd you meet Cameron?" Andy shifts the conversation.
"Stem classes, please don't let him fool you with his looks, he's pretty smart," he smiles.
Andy wants to tell him about Cameroon too but, it's best if Cameroon tells him by himself.
"Right, is he straight? Just asking I don't want to assume wrong?"
Jake laughs, "Cameron? He's the straightest stick I've ever seen."
Andy laughs along.
He smiles once more and looks over the people in the campus, he likes Jake platonically obviously.
"Friends?" Jake asks as he stretched out his hand for a shake.
"Friends," Andy shakes his hand.
A/n:
Alright!
That was an okay chapter to write:)
I forgot everything about this book lol, I'm joking but I don't even know if Joe is short or tall or the events that happened in chapter 9.
The hot testosterone part I guess idk.
I just realized we're almost to 1k views ð
Thanks you guys for the support I appreciate itð«
I promise to make the book come to sense in the end.
(Also again sorry for the change in the writing structure and the long wait)
Take care,
-inkonmyfeet
P.s check out my other book in my reading list written â¨mon livreâ¨
It's not bad I promise.