#;andrew

some quick doodles from last night. 

Mat knew he should’ve visited his abuela sooner, but the idea of old people dying really grossed him out, to be entirely honest. It wasn’t like he couldn’t bare to see her like that, he just... couldn’t find a reason why he’d wanted to. They had a perfectly fine last memory together, save for all the moments of her slapping his hand when he tried to sneak food, and the ranting about his hair... and his future... suddenly he wanted to turn back around, but he’d promised him mom, and she’d definitely drag him to the moon and back if he didn’t say his goodbyes. Knocking on the door, it was left unlocked - as usual, and he stepped in, surprised by the stranger sitting beside her once he stepped into the bedroom. “Hey?” He was cute, Mateo immediately noted that much about him, though he was soon being pulled down by his face to get showered with kisses while she cooed at him. Not the most impressive first meeting, he realized, immediately losing all dignity and pride when she followed it with slapping him across the face. She ranted about how he hadn’t visited, and he was quickly forced into a whirl of excuses, her eyeing him skeptically and smacking him with each lie, until finally they moved on as she focused on coughing instead. He was sent away to do something, something that he guessed was Andrew’s job considered he followed him. “All yours, babe,” he said, taking a step back and holding his hands up to let him take charge. “... is this your thing? Taking care of sad, dying people? That’s... endearing. Not as endearing as that beard of yours, but pretty close.”

[Left outside of Nico’s office in a wrapped box with an attached Christmas card that reads.]

Merry Christmas to you and the Professor, Headmaster! I hope you both enjoy these presents - the yoga coasters remind me of your love of sunrise yoga and the literary insults poster... well, I don’t think I need to explain the thought process behind buying that for the Professor. Enjoy your Christmas!

- Miss J. Kehoe

Andrew stood in the shower, his eyes closed and forehead rested against the wet tiles, a shirt pressed against the stab wound in his side. The blonde boy was the last person to complain about blood and pain, with almost zero regard to his own life, but simply the audacity of someone else stabbing him filled Andrew’s tiny body with rage, and on top pf that, it would have been his brother getting hurt had Andrew not confronted that bullying prick called Harry, disguised as Aaron.

It had been going on for several weeks, Aaron complaining about a new kid in his medical class; tall, mean, the typical bully, and as soon as he had gotten his rejection letter from Wymack, denying him access to the Foxes’ Exy team, he had started targeting Aaron. Andrew couldn’t care less about Aaron getting insulted, but then Aaron had told him about that dude threatening to beat him to a puddle and break all his bones if he didn’t give up his spot on the team. And that was where Andrew was drawing the line. No one got to threaten his brother. No one but him.

Andrew had approached that prick dressed like Aaron and putting on his brother’s stupid expression on his face to keep up the illusion, not that anyone but Kevin could tell them apart when they dressed the same way anyways. The situation didn’t go as planned though, something that rarely happened to him with him being so calculating.

So Andrew had, in his opinion, very calmly told Harry to stay away from him in his best Aaron imitation, to never threaten or talk to him ever again or he would take his time to break every bone in HIS body, piece by piece, and if that wasn’t enough he would cut of every finger of his and shove them down his throat. After that everything went out of hand.

“You think I’m scared of you, psycho?” That was all Harry said and with Andrew being way too smug, too used to people being easily intimidated, he probably had let his guard down too much, because Harry stepped forward and yanked Andrew close by his shoulder, stabbing him into his side in the process. “My offer still stands.”, Harry hissed into his ear. “Give up your spot on the team and I won’t do anything worse than this.” The bully ripped out the knife, put it back from wherever he had pulled it and casually walked away, not without muttering a ‘piece of shit’ under his breath. Andrew was left standing there, pressing his hand on the wound beneath the hole in Aaron’s favourite shirt, and it was due to his blank expression and refusal to show any signs of pain, that he made it back to the dorms without anyone seeming to notice that he had been involved in a stabbing. Or at least he thought so.

Fuck winter. And fuck Exy! Standing on the court of the Palmetto State Foxes, wrapped in a thick coat and fluffy scarf, snow falling all around him in the middle of the night, Andrew cursed himself for promising Kevin Day to never leave his side. Of course he would never go back on his promise, Day actually have his life a purpose, but Andrew wasn’t a fan of the cold, he actually fucking hated it, so he sometimes regretted accompanying Kevin to his daily night practises. Now here he was, watching Kevin Day run across the court like a maniac, the fresh snow crunching beneath his shoes, them leaving a hundred footprints behind. But that wasn’t what really caught his attention. Kevin was magnificent. And Andrew couldn’t stop himself from watching. It was freezing cold, yet Kevin wore his usual Exy uniform, short-sleeved jersey and shorts, and despite the weather, and it not being an actual game, the striker’s skin was glistening with a thin film of sweat. Andrew looked with awe how the firm muscles moved beneath the skin of Kevin’s calves and when he turned to jog towards where Andrew stood, he also noticed the strands of hair clinging to Kevin’s forehead and the way his lips were slightly open. It was almost too much to bear, he was just too painfully attracted to this stupid Exy player and..

“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”

Andrew’s gaze flicked up to Kevin’s face and as he realized the other’s cheeky smile that had followed his question, the blonde boy had trouble to keep the usual blank expression on his face, so to cover up the fact that he probably really was blushing he took out the knife which he was usually hiding in his sleeve and pointed it at Kevin’s chin. “Don’t make me stab you.” With these words he walked past Kevin across the court, not without brushing his shoulder against the other’s body, still playing with the knife in his hands until he reached the goal and exchanged knife for Exy racquet.

She was dead. She was finally dead. Even though everything hurt Andrew couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s what you fucking get, you.. bitch”, the young man spat out, still a giggle in his voice before he started to cough and felt the blood running over his lips and dripping down his chin. Andrew couldn’t care less. He had accomplished what he had planned for months, damn the consequences, all that mattered to him was that his brother was safe. Their mother or rather the woman that gave birth to them, which he preferred to call her if he was calling her anything else than cunt, had it a long time coming. Andrew had stopped being bothered by the fact that she gave him away while keeping her twin brother Aaron a long time ago, he wasn’t even angry about being passed from one shitty foster home to the next while his brother seemed to have a steady home, but the fact that Aaron got hit and abused by their mother was too much. Andrew didn’t give a shit about pretty much anything else than his brother, you could hurt and beat Andrew himself and he would laugh into your face, but touch a hair on his brother’s head and you were a dead man walking. Or woman, in his mother’s case.

Slowly but surely Andrew realized that he was dying too. The accident had been pretty bad and killed his mother immediately, how he even survived was a miracle to the boy himself, not that it would matter much, he would be dead before someone even found out they were missing. Andrew was okay with dying. He just wished it wouldn’t take so damn long. And wouldn’t be so painful. He sure as hell wasn’t a doctor, but he know breathing shouldn’t be this hard and blood constantly running out of his mouth wasn’t the most healthy thing either, but even if he wanted to try and survive, there was no way to escape with him being trapped in the car like that and..

All out of the sudden a hand shot through the already broken windshield and without much effort but a lot of pain for Andrew, it grabbed him by the collar and yanked him outside with one swift motion. Or at least he thought it was a hand, no human could actually just grab someone by the shirt and pull them out of the car while being crushed in there and the seatbelt holding them tight. With a rough thud his body hit the cold asphalt but Andrew had no chance to move, within seconds something was crouching on top of him and he felt a sharp pain in his neck. What the fuck was going on. Everything happened too fast, first he had been in an accident and killed his mother, now he was on the street with an animal on top of him; Andrew tried to reach up and push the animal’s head away, but the hair he managed to grab was much longer than expected. And softer. Andrew could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, or rather hear it becoming more quiet with every second until he was too weak to even hold on to that hair, weakly his hand fell to the floor next to him, his eyes staring blankly at the sky when he heard a voice, so clear and soft like angels singing.

“I’ll make the pain go away, just hold on.”