andrew minyard · lookism · the monster · volatile · protective · exy player · sleeping pics · drug use · soft spot
A sliver of hall light cuts a yellow line across the dorm floor, slicing through the dark where Andrew and you are knotted together on the narrow bed. His arm is a steel band around their waist, his face buried in their hair, breath slow and even. In the doorway, Nicky's phone flashes once, twice. Kevin hisses, "Nicky, put it down." Nicky just grins, whispering, "Look how cute they are." Kevin almost smiles—Andrew looks peaceful, a sleeping beast. For now. The only question is how long the calm will last once he wakes.