"Best friends" [gandrew] (completed)

"Your just using me"

Author note: Maybe smut warning, but if you don't wana read that then what are you doing in this story. I'm scared to wright smut though. Maybe in a one shot book? Comment if I should do a one shot book.

Andrews POV.
As soon as Garrett and his boyfriend had left the room, Shane shut the door behind them, allowing me to let out my anger. I turned around and punched a huge hole in the wall. I heard a snap from my hand and a gasp from Shane and Ryland. Morgan was asleep. I paid for the damage later. "Ow! Fuck!" I cursed. I must have sprained my wrist or something. I looked down to see it turning a deep purple. Fuck. "Andrew just calm down" Shane's timid voice seemed to make me relax a bit. He always had that effect on people. "I don't know what Alex could've whispered in his ear to make him wana go home with him." I crossed my arms and sat on the bed furious. Shane looked like he was about to agree but his phone began to rang. He answered it holding the phone up to his ear. Instantly his face went white.

Shane's POV
It was Garrett. I of course answered the phone and held it up to my ear.

"S-Shane" his voice was shaky and quiet. I got chills. Something was wrong. I decided to walk into the hall, Andrew would lose his shit. "A-Alex is g-gone. And h-he seemed pretty u-upset. C-can you c-call h-him" his voice was breaking as he stuttered.

He had clearly been crying. "Garrett what the fuck happened to you" I eagerly waited for a response. "N-nothing! I'm fine. I'm just watching a s-sad movie" he was clearly lying. He sounded like he got hit by a bus. "Garrett I'm coming to get you" I heard him gasp from the other line. "No! Shane don't. I'm ok! Really!" I decided to hang up, he was gona try to talk me out of it anyway. He was probably at Alex's house and well I know where that is from.. well recourses. I grabbed my keys and left. I felt kinda bad about just leaving Andrew, but he needed to blow off some steam.

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3rd person because why not.

Shane practically banged on the front door to Alex's house. Garrett jumped at the wound still shaken up about the previous events. He slowly approached the door, taking a quick look through the peep hole to see a very anxious Shane. He let out a sigh and decided to open the door, he had covered up the largest bruise with one of Alex's hoodies, the only visible marks on his neck now were.. hickies.. Before Garrett could greet his friend, Shane wrapped his arms around him. Garrett almost cried right there. He needed this. Shane looked at the tv that was turned off and covered in dust. He knew Garrett wasn't watching a "sad movie" something more happened. "Garrett what really happened, are you hurt?" Shane examined him. He gasped when he saw the bruises on his neck. The hickies. "Oh my god are those hickies??" Shane pointed at them and Garrett winced at the assumption that he would actually make out with a guy like Alex. But he did.. "yea, I don't wana talk about it" Garrett dismissed. Shane gave him a look that could only be described as. "Are you for real? Gaaaarettt what the fuck. Like good for you but also NO" Shane grabbed his hand and began to drag him outside of the house. Garrett didn't protest because he was also afraid that Alex would come back. Though it was unlikely.

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They went back to Shane's house because they had no need to stay at the mansion anymore, plus Andrew was still pissed. When Shane walked inside Ryland, Morgan, and Andrew all looked up from their spots on the couch. They all smiled and said their. "Welcome back" "where were you?" "Hey sis" that soon ended when Garrett walked in after Shane. Andrew smile was the first to go. His eyes narrowed at Garrett. But he still had butterflies seeing him. "How'd it go with your boyfriend?" Ryland chirped sitting up. Garrett just shrugged. He obviously didn't wana talk about it. Shane was already in the kitchen pouring himself a class of fire ball. Garrett could feel Andrew glaring at him. It hurt. "Garrett can I talk to you." Andrew said standing up. Garrett nodded. "Alone" Andrew said coldly. This scared Garrett. He followed him into the office and locked the door, he knew he was in trouble. "Why did you kiss me" this caught Garrett off guard. He thought that it was obvious that he loved Andrew. "Because.. I.." somehow it was hard to get the words out. He never confessed his love to Andrew and he was being put on the spot. "Because I love you Andrew" Garrett avoided making eye contact with him. Too afraid of rejection. "Oh really? Because I think that you got pissed at your boyfriend for cheating on you so you decided 'oh I'm gona invite him over and kiss Andrew, it's fine because Andrews straight.' But GUESS WHAT. IM NOT STRAGHT! IM GAY AS HELL. Or bisexual- I'm figuring it out!! THE POINT IS, YOU CANT JUST FUCK WITH SOMEONES FEELINGS LIKE THAT!!" Andrew had tears running down his cheeks, Garrett was left speechless. "I'm sorry Andrew.." is all he could manage. "Your just using me Garrett" everyone else could definitely hear them. They of course thought it would be best to stay out of it. "No! That's not it at all!!" Garrett held both of his hands which caused Andrew wince. His right hand was still hurt. "Ow.." Garrett looked confused. "What did you do to your hand?" He said getting off track. "Punched the wall.." Andrew regretted telling him as soon as he did. "Andrewwww" he couldn't help but giggle a bit. Garrett was always so sweet. How could he be mad.. he tried so hard to be. "Andrew look. I kissed you because I thought it was the perfect opportunity to.. well.. show you that I love you." They locked eyes. "You love me?" Andrew sounded hopeful, like any second he'd wake up. Garrett nodded. "Now let's get this hand fixed up, Garrett led Andrew to the bathroom and grabbed some hydrogen peroxide. His hand got cut from the dry wall somehow. Andrew couldn't help but laugh at the familiar situation. "Last time this happened you were drunk" he giggled. "Oh really?" Garrett poured the liquid onto Andrews hand. He winced a bit pulling his hand back, this resulted in him pulling them closer. "Did I say anything stupid when I was drunk?" Garrett bit his lip. He knew exactly what he said and what he did. "After we made out.. you said 'if you can't kiss me when I'm drunk.. wait till I'm sober'" Andrew licked his lips locking eyes with the taller man. "I am sober" Garrett cooed with a smirk. Without another word Andrew closed the space between them, kissing the other man passionately. They both melted into each other before Garrett took control. There're kiss got more heated as Andrew moaned against Garrett's lips. He tangled his fingers into the gingers soft red hair, tugging gently. Andrew had his arms around Garrett's neck pulling them as close as humanly possible. Both of there lungs began to burn. But they didn't care. After all the heart ache, confusion, abuse, they went through. Nothing mattered except each other. Even as Andrew was putting a lot of pressure on the fresh bruises on Garrett's collar bone and neck he didn't care. He was kissing the man of his dreams. Eventually they both pulled apart gasping for air. "That was.." Andrew breathed. "Amazing.." Garrett finished. But Andrew being his awkward self had to ask.

"What are we?"