Knives and Pens:We Stitch These Wounds - Chapter 9

Wednesday's P.O.V

I wiped a hand over my sweaty forehead and glanced at the clock on the stone wall, inside the garage. It was already seven, time for me to call it the quits. I threw down the tools I had in my hand onto a work bench and stretched my back for the first time in about three hours, I groaned tiredly and glanced outside, seeing nothing but long gusts of rain falling from the sky.

My eyes then followed the mist over to Andy's house, finding that he was still sitting outside despite the roaring rain. I growled and cussed him under my breath, grabbing all my things and slamming the door shut to the garage. I balled up my fists and stalked angrily over the road and towards the boy, ready to knock some sense into him. As I bore down on him, he looked up at me, his completely sodden body shivering slightly.

"Andy, do you think this is some joke?" I snapped when I reached him, showing him I could truly have attitude. "If you think your impressing anybody here then you've got another thing coming kid, its actually pretty pathetic, get inside now,"

"Why do you care?" he challenged. "Why do you give a shit about me?"

"Because Andrew, no matter how heartless you think I am, this 'fucking asshole', does actually have feelings and believe it or not I consider you my friend so god help me if you think I'm going to stand out here and let one of my friends sit in the rain,"

"Fuck you," he whispered, completely caught of guard when my palm connected with his cheek in a loud thump.

I balled up my fists in anger at him. "No, You know what Andy, Fuck you, I've tried to be civil, I've tried to be nice but quite frankly I've had it up to here-" I measured with my hand to add effect. "-with whiny assed bitches like you who just sit and moan like the whole world is out to get them," I didn't even give a shit that I was shouting at him. "I told you before that this town makes you or breaks you, and guess what newsflash kiddo' it broke you,"

Andy was rubbing his cheek softly now, trying to soothe the blow I had given him. Tears had misted in his baby blue eyes and were now threatening to fall.

"It's not so nice when the tables are turned is it?" I hissed nastily, he sniffled softly and a tear ran down his cheek. "Don't you dare cry,"

This statement made Andy cry more, tears now frequently running down his cheeks while he tried to swipe them away. I sighed, immediately regretting being so harsh on him and stormed over to his front door, opening it then bending over to pick up his guitar and backpack. He didn't stop me as I carried them into his house, setting them down by the foot of his stairs then stalking back outside to haul Andy up into my arms and carry him inside. I shut the door behind me with my foot and placed him back on his feet, he shivered sightly and wrapped his arms around himself.

Immediately I felt sorry for him. "Why don't you go have a shower?" I suggested. "We can talk when your a little bit more warm looking and dry,"

He sniffled and nodded his ebony head of hair. "C-Come with me?"

I nodded and let him lead me by my hand, upstairs to his bathroom. Respectively I turned away as he stripped off his wet clothes, waiting until I heard the shower curtain being drawn before turning around and picking up the clothes that he had shed. As the sound of water hitting tiles rang out I exited the bathroom and went off in search for a radiator, to dry his clothes, it didn't take long before I found one and left the clothes to dry. Whilst I was outside the bathroom, I stripped off my own wet clothes and pulled on the dry ones that I had changed out of before starting work.

Suddenly Andy appeared by the side of me, a towel covering his skinny frame and a smaller one wrapped around his hair. He reached around me and grabbed a baggy Batman t-shirt from one of the laundry piles behind me, he took my hand once again and leaded me back down the hall then into his room. It was exactly how I pictured it, mostly dark colours with band posters littering the walls and even the ceiling. Andy dropped his towel, revealing the fact that he was wearing boxers underneath, much to my relief, he then pulled on the oversized t-shirt he had picked out.

I watched as he came towards me and perched on the end of his bed, patting the space beside him. I grinned and did one better, sweeping the covers back with my arm, I crawled underneath them and gently pulled him to nestle beside me. He sighed contently and snuggled into me, propping his head up on my chest and looking up at me.

"Wednesday?" he whispered softly, he sat up in the bed and nervously twiddled with a lock of his hair. "I know this sounds ludicrous but...I really like you,"

I opened my mouth to speak but he babbled on. "I-I know we've only known each other really briefly-" he dropped his face in his hands, covering his flaming cheeks. "-but I thought I should at least tell you the truth,"

I sighed and flopped my head back against the pillow. "I'm not right for you Andrew,"

"That makes two of us," he breathed.

"I'm very possessive, especially over certain things or people,"

"Well I have mood swings like a PMS-ing bitch,"

"This isn't going to work," I whispered, not really meaning it.

"We can make it work," Andy assured me, settling back down beside me. "Please Wednesday, Try...for me?"

I groaned yet again and surrendered. "Okay, but if we do this, we're doing it my way and we're going to take things slowly,"

Andy nodded reluctantly and snuggled up against me, his eyes shuttering closed.

"What time do your parents get home anyway?" I asked the sleepy male beside me.

He yawned, his eyes straining against sleep. "About seven in the morning...Why?"

I closed his eyes for him and pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. "I'll be gone before they get back,"

I was answered by nothing except Andy's steady breathing beside me; He had fell asleep.