I'm Not A Vampire - an Andley fanfiction

Secrets In the Woods

**BLADE'S POV**
        Not far from our house there was a forest. Ashley and Andy were constantly telling us to stay out of it, said that it wasn't safe in there, but I ignored them. Strangely, even though the forest was probably one of the darkest places I knew in the middle of the day, I was never afraid there. For some reason, it never felt like I was really alone.
        As soon as I took that first step into the forest, I automatically relaxed. I loved trees, they made me feel secure somehow. As I walked, I began humming a small tune to myself. Soon I came upon a lake hidden deep within the heart of the forest. Normally this place was deserted, but today there was a guy sitting on the edge of the bank. I could only see the back of him, but I guessed he was around my age. 
        I wasn't going to talk to him, mostly because I had no idea who the hell he was, and after what happened to my dads, I was wary of strangers. But just as I was backing away from the lake, my clumsy self tripped over my feet, and I went tumbling to the ground. "Mother fucker!" I hissed, feeling pain shoot through my knee as it collided with the ground and scraped against it.
        "Hey, need a hand?"
        I looked up to find the guy standing over me, holding out a hand to me. Our eyes connected, and suddenly it felt like someone had punched me right in the gut. Oh my god I thought. He's...he's gorgeous.
        Now, this thought confused me immensely. I was straight, always had been. I lived in a house full of gay couples, I would've known if I was gay, I would've known a long time ago, right?
        "Dude, you alright?" the guy was looking at me strangely.
       I blinked and nodded. "Uh, yeah," I took his hand and allowed him to help me up. "Thanks, man."
        "No problem," he smiled at me, making my heart jump. "My name's Drake, by the way."
        "Blade," I replied, matching his smile  shyly. 
        "Kick-ass name dude."
        "Thanks, yours too."
        "Thanks," he looked me up and down appraisingly. "So, what's a beautiful boy such as yourself doing in these woods alone?"
        I felt my face heat. He called me beautiful! I was screaming like a teenage fan-girl inside my head. HE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL!!! "J-just taking a w-w-walk," I flinched. Why the hell did I have to stutter?
        Drake smirked at me. "Well, Blade, it's an awfully hot day, don't you think?"
        I looked around. It had gotten hotter since I'd set out, and I realized I was sweating in my hoodie. "Yeah, I guess."
        "I was just about to go for a swim myself," he said, raising an eyebrow at me. "Wanna join?"
        I felt my eyes get wide as I watched him throw off his shirt in one swift move, revealing a killer six-pack. "Y-yeah, s-s-sure."
        He laughed as I took off my own hoodie and shirt. "You sure do stutter a lot, Blade."
        "I don't n-normally."
        "You shy?"
        "Sort of."
        Drake chuckled again and leaned closer, his blue eyes glinting mischievously. "I bet I could fix that."
        "Uhh...." I got lost in those eyes. Say something Blade! Don't just stand there with your mouth open like a moron!
        "Come on, dude," he grinned. "I'll race you to the water."
        Race. Now that was something I could get behind. "You're on!" I shucked off my pants with him and took off toward the bank. We jumped and landed in the water at the same time, laughing like maniacs. "I totally won that!" I yelled when I popped back up to the surface.
        "Fuck no!" Drake laughed, splashing me. "That was all me!"
        "Don't think so," I splashed him back, getting him right as he opened his mouth to reply.
        He coughed and spit out a mouth full of water. "Oh, you're gonna get it now, pretty boy," he smirked at me and lunged forward, but I was too quick for him. 
        "Catch me if you can!" I sang, kicking my legs out and getting even more water in his face as I swam away from him. 
        And that was what we continued to do; swimming around, splashing and chasing each other like a couple of eight year-olds, and eventually getting out of the water and lying on the bank and talking. I found out he loved Batman and most of the things I did, and that he was a huge potterhead. He hated posers and sluts and being alone, just like me. He was so perfect, it was almost too good to be true.
        The time flew by, and suddenly I looked up, and the sun was setting. Worse yet, my throat ached like hell. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed, standing and grabbing my shirt and hoodie, which were the only pieces of clothing I'd neglected to put on. "I have to go!"
        Drake looked disappointed. "Aww, really?"
        "Yeah," I pulled my shirt over my head. "I'm sorry, Drake."
        "It's okay, I should probably be going too, anyway," he stood with me. "My dad's probably getting worried."
        "I'm sure mine are waaaaay past worried by now," I bit my lip. "But I had a lot of fun today. Maybe we could do this again?"
        I was terrified he's laugh in my face, but he didn't. "Definately," Drake pulled a pen out of his back pocket and grabbed my hand. Before I could stop him, he scrawled seven digits onto my skin. "Call me sometime."
        I beamed, taking back my hand and blushing. "I-I will."
        "Great. I'll see you soon, then."
        "See ya, Drake," I turned to go, only to feel him grab my arm.
        "Wait," he said as I turned back to him. "I want to give you something."
        "Really?" I asked. "What is it?"
        "This," Drake kissed my cheek gently. "Bye Blade," and then he took off running in the opposite direction, disappearing into the trees and leaving me standing alone on the shore of the lake.
        I smiled and put my hand to my cheek, as if to feel the imprint of his lips on my face. I looked down at my other hand, which was temporarily tattooed with his number. I couldn't wait to see him again. I turned around to head back home, and froze in my tracks. 
        Ashlyn was standing at the edge of the trees, staring at me with huge eyes and an open jaw. "A-Ashlyn," I stuttered. "What are y-you doing here?"
        "Looking for you," she narrowed her eyes at me. "And it looks like you have some explaining to do."

**ANDY'S POV**
        I knocked on Matt's door hurriedly, waiting anxiously for him to answer the door. "Matt, it's Andy! Open the fuck up!"
        I heard footsteps coming to the door, and a moment later it opened. "Hey pregers," Matt said with a grin. He'd been calling me that ever since he found out I was pregnant. 
        "Seriously, Matt, stop calling me that," I smirked. "I'm not pregnant anymore."
        "I know that," he laughed. "So, what brings you by?"
        "Have you seen Blade?" I asked, immediately turning serious. 
        His face twisted in confusion. "Blade? Your boy?"
        "Yeah, he's been missing all day."
        "I've been in the house all day, so I haven't seen anyone. But my son's been gone all day, too."
        I knew Matt had just recently found out he'd gotten one of his ex-girlfriends pregnant. I also knew that he'd recently come to live with Matt, since his mom died, but I'd never met the kid. 
        Suddenly my cellphone buzzed in my pocket. I whipped it out and saw that it was Ashley. "Hello?" I said, pressing the 'talk' button and holding up one finger to Matt to signal him to wait.
        "Andy, it's Ashley."
        "Did you find him?" I demanded.
        "Yeah, Ashlyn brought him home," he replied.
        I sighed in relief. "Thank god. I'll be home in a few minutes."
        I hung up and turned back to Matt, who was looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "I take it they found him, then?"
        "Yeah," I smiled. "Hey, are we still on for that bonfire Saturday?"
        Matt grinned at the mention of the bonfire we'd planned. "Totally."
        "Great, see you in a few days then," I turned to find myself face-to-face with a boy.
        "Drake," Matt said from behind me. "There you are."
        "Sorry, dad," the boy, Drake, was panting like he'd just run a long ways. "I was in the forest. Lost track of time."
        "It's fine," Matt grinned. "Drake, this is Andy. Andy, this is my son, Drake."
        "Hey," I smiled politely and shook his hand. He looked so much like Matt, it was unbelievable. 
        "Hi," Drake looked a little shocked, staring at me with wide blue eyes. "You...uh...have really blue eyes."
        I laughed. "Yeah, I tend to get that a lot. Well I hate to leave in a hurry, but I've gotta get home and lecture my own son. Great meeting you, though, Drake."
        "Yeah, you too."