ANDY’S POV
I was driving, I didn’t know where, just away. I can’t go home. I don’t think I can face anyone right now. It’s not so much that I’m pissed off with Shaun. Bradie forgave him and at least he’s attempting to make it up to Brooke. All that being pissed off with him is a cover up. Still, what happened stressed the hell out of me. My doctor told me to stay away from stressful situations. It’ll only make my condition worse. No one knows that something is going on with me. I’m glad this whole gay and coming out thing with Bradie happened; it took all the attention away from me. I’ve been getting the most throbbing headaches lately, it’s insane. I’ve been seeing a doctor for the past few months, secretly of course. I’ve had a ton of tests done, I’m meant to get results back this week sometime. My doctor’s trying to be positive and ruling out all the major life-threatening things. But, seriously, what’s the point? I’ve had that many tests that keep ruling out all the minor things.
I pulled off to the side of the road and slammed my head on the steering wheel. Okay, that hurt a lot. What am I gonna do if it’s what I think it is? I can’t tell my family, that’d just put a hassle on them to help me. My family’s not even slightly rich. I’m not gonna be able to play in the band anymore. No one’s gonna want me up on stage when I’m that sick. I know I said before that I didn’t want to be in the band anymore, but I really do. That’s the only thing that keeps me sane now. Those two weeks at the studio were the best I’ve had in ages. Sure, I was lying through my teeth the whole time, but I was around music and guys that have been my best friends for like the past ten years or so.
Before I knew it I had tears streaming down my face. What am I doing? I don’t cry. I just suck it up and get on with it. Crying’s for pussies. Oh great, now I’m crying more. I can’t be one of those people that always says everything’s gonna be okay, because I know it’s not.
Suddenly I heard my phone start ringing, I picked it up, it read “Shannon calling”. I quickly wiped my tears away before answering it. Why did I do that? He can’t see me.
“Hey man,” I answered, trying my best to sound like I wasn’t just crying.
“Hey fuckhead, come to Blaze with us tonight!” he replied.
Ugh, I don’t feel like clubbing tonight. If I say no he’d know something was up. I should go maybe to get away from my family for a bit.
“Yeah, okay,” I sniffed, “I’ll see ya at your place?”
“Yeah dude,” he responded, “say, you okay?”
Great, he noticed.
“Yeah, fine,” I lied, “just catching a cold.”
“Suck it up, ya pussy,” he joked, “hurry up and get here though.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in ten,” I replied.
“Seeya soon mate,” he hung the phone up.
Drinking is the last thing I want and should be doing. But if I’m gonna act like regular old Andy, I have to be up for partying anytime. I tried my best to make my tear-stained cheeks look…not tear-stained. I looked at my reflection in the rear-view mirror. I look like I’d been run over by a truck a thousand times over, that or a heroin addict. I’d been taking way too much ibuprofen lately, but my headaches just won’t piss off. God, I need help.
I shook off my thoughts and pulled onto the road getting ready to face one horrible night. The morning after will be much worse…
I just want everything to be okay again…
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The Back Of My Head
FanfictionBradie's hiding something, something that will dramatically change his and everyone elses lives around him. Shaun's especially. And why does Shaun's behaviour bother Andy so much?
