behind blue eyes ;; andrew

[fletcher cross]

The smell of dew drifted into his nose as he brushed a strand of hair out of his face. His eyelids fluttered a few times before they struggled to lift themselves open, the golden light that streamed through the window hitting him mercilessly. One of the first things he’d noticed, other than the fact that he was slowly going blind because no one closed the shades, was that it was warm. Much warmer than usual mornings in Castle Ayelet were. For god’s sake, they lived in the mountains in an old castle that had no heating. It was supposed to be cold! He knew that he hadn’t changed the temperature in his room; when he got back, the first and last thing he had done was fall asleep. Wait, last night...

His eyes squinted in the sunlight as he tried to remember what had happened after he confessed his feelings. Of course they’d gone back to the dorms, the long struggle that it was to get there from the Underground. A smile tugged at his lips; they had resorted to carrying one another halfway through. First it was Fletcher carrying Andrew; after he had transformed, the boy rode on his back. Next it was the other way around: the vampire, who held such strength in even one finger, had pulled the older boy close to his chest and did his share of the work. By the time the two had reached the dorms, they were so worn out that they crashed into the first thing they saw: the bed. In fact, he didn’t even think that Andrew had gone to his own...

Fletcher looked down and immediately understood. One of his arms was wrapped around the waist of the green-eyed vampire. He propped his head up with his free hand, elbow resting on a pillow, and examined the areas where the sun hit Andrew the fullest. The white sheets that had been meant to cover the both of them were sprawled across the bed, the way Fletcher had probably left it the other morning. However, the part that did cover Andrew nearly matched himself in its flawlessness. He lifted his hand off the boy’s waist lightly, so as not to wake him, and traced his slender fingers over the other, pausing to brush a lock of dark hair away from Andrew’s face. Bliss.

[andrew lacetti]

A small and tired mumble left Andrew's mouth as he felt something brushing hair from his face. Stop mom, I'm too tired to go to school yet, he thought instinctively, hand swatting lazily, green eyes still closer. His mother had always woken him up for school before he'd come to Winterthorne. And Andrew had never made it an easy task--but wait... That couldn't be his mother, because he was at Winterthorne now! Then wha-- Andrew slid open his eyes to find out who--or what?--was touching him. Fletcher?! he realized with a shock, seeing the Werewolf Junior laying next to him, propped up on a pillow. Well, he was wide awake now. What had happened last night that he'd wound up in a bed with Fletcher?

He could remember the kiss--the wonderful, wonderful kiss--in great details. But then..? Walking through the forest, but not walking. They'd gotten tired, hadn't they? Yeah, running through them forest, not walking. Sitting on Fletcher's back after having transformed into a wolf for the second time that night. Then he'd carried Fletcher the other half of the way. He could remember now... Being so tired they'd both just finally crashed on Fletcher's bed, Andrew not even having it in him to walk another step. And now it was morning, the sun shining down through the windows onto the two of them.

"Mornin'," Andrew said, smiling and letting a small yawn escape his lips. He blinked his tired green eyes a few times before turning onto his side and facing Fletcher, curling up a bit. He was still struggling to keep his eyes open. Could you blame the poor Freshman after last night?

[fletcher cross]

A soft smile spread across his lips as the half-asleep Andrew swatted him away. He let his hand rest again on the boy’s waist. He’d wake up sometime; as far as Fletcher was concerned, he could lay there for the rest of the day as long as he’d get to watch him. Okay, maybe that needed to be rephrased. He sounded more like a lecherous old man than a teenage werewolf. Fortunately for the lack of author’s common sense as how to reword that, the green eyes of the younger boy flashed open in surprise. Maybe he shouldn’t have touched him? He watched for a few seconds, a little worried until Andrew’s voice flooded his ears and the beautiful smile graced the vampire’s face.

“Good morning,” he responded just as cheerily, though his voice was quiet. Fletcher watched as the other snuggled up closer and he himself wrapped both arms around Andrew’s warm body. Burying his head into the other boy’s shoulder, he muttered, “You know, you don’t have to wake up just yet.” He seemed pretty tired. Hell, after what they’d been in the Underground, they should have been—there was just something weird with him. He was, for some reason, full of energy. Fletcher kissed him lightly on the neck, inhaling the scent. It smelled much, much better today. Not as much like rotting flesh as...Andrew. He didn’t know how to describe it.

[andrew lacetti]

Andrew shut his eyes again as he felt Fletcher's warm arms wrap around his body, snuggling even closer to the Junior. He heard the other saying that he didn't need to wake up yet. "I know," Andrew replied sleepily. And yet, he wanted to be awake; to see Fletcher. His head was buried into the older boy's chest and he breathed in deeply. Dog--that was the small that entered Andrew sensitive nose. Though he noticed it wasn't as bad as usual, maybe he was getting used to the disgusting smell. He recalled the smell of Feltcher's blood that had stuck in his nose last night when they'd been trying to get out of the Underground--how weird it had been. Andrew shifted slightly, opening his green pools again so he could see Fletcher.

Maybe he wasn't a morning person because he was a Vampire--even if he was immune to daylight--he still tended to stay up late. That was probably why he couldn't wake up right now. All that adventure mixed in with him not being a morning person. Fletcher seemed wide awake though and it made Andrew want to wake up. He felt a kiss on his neck and smiled again. How was this happening? Being with Fletcher like this, instead of fighting with him, thinking that the Werewolf hated him. Andrew buried his head into Fletcher's shirt again. "Is this actually happening?" he asked quietly, unable to believe this wasn't just him dreaming again.

[devon hawthorne]

devon had awoken in a fabulous mood, and felt like going to see fletcher. not that it was such a trek after all as they lived in the same dorm. knowing that fletcher would probably be still in bed, he didn't bother to get dressed, still comfortably dressed in his care bear pajamas. he knew fletcher was sure not to mind. withdrawing himself from his comfy covers, he padded softly out of his room, knocking gently on fletcher's door before going straight on. devon didn't think anything of it, because he usually just walked in anyway. but the sight before him when he opened the door... well, saying it was quite a shock would be the understatement of the century.

devon opened his mouth a couple of times, just staring at andrew and fletcher on the bed. he actually couldn't believe what he was seeing. what he also didn't believe was that he felt like he wanted to rip andrews head off... a strange thought. "i... e-er..." devon was confused, and hurt, which was mostly why he was confused. why did it hurt so bad to see fletcher with andrew. he wanted to leave, run out of the door so fast that no one could catch him. but he couldn't. AWKWARD!

[fletcher cross]

‘I know.’ Fletcher chuckled at the boy’s response. It wasn’t like he was going to leave anytime soon; there was no reason for Andrew to strain himself to wake up. He assumed it had something to do with the whole vampire thing, or else the boy wasn’t used to getting up at eight-ish—which he could see. He remembered once when Devon trudged into his room at two or three (why Fletch was still in the dorm was beyond him, but that’s aside from the point). “I promise I’ll be waiting here,” he teased softly, smile warming as he felt the other moving toward him again. Yes, this was something he could do.

...Well, he was pretty sure it was happening. If it wasn’t, there would be serious hell to pay. Oh, if this was a dream, he was going to kill somebody. Honestly. On that thought, he’d probably attack the first person who walked into his dorm. Or maybe just freak them out; that would satisfy him—at least, make him feel a little better. Yeah, having abnormally sharp teeth when you snarl was one of the few perks. Then again, the vampires had that, too. What did he have? He could kill people viciously with no mercy...as a large, fluffy, marshmallow-colored dog. Bow wow.

The feeling of Andrew against his chest made his heart leap. It was a simple thing, a gesture that most others would take for granted. Blinking, he leaned in again to smell him. Yeah, it still pretty much smelled the same. Maybe there was a way to cake it in other smells (what, was he supposed to dangle an air freshener on the vampire’s ear?). Fletcher doubted it; he’d just have to deal. I can get used to that...I guess, he assured himself, looking over the boy. Sure, the payment was just a little stomach-churning, but the reward was something to look forward to.

“I’m pretty sure that—” he broke off, looking up as there was a knock on the door. Who the hell wanted to come in at eight-ish in the morning (he really needed to get a clock)? He was about to yell back an answer when the door swung open. Slightly taken aback, he watched curiously as another person entered the room, pajamas catching the rays of the light. He needed to get a lock. Fletcher had talked about that with Devon earlier, but the boy had only laughed and asked how he would get in all the time? Which, Fletcher responded, was the point.

Oh, fuck.

He didn’t know why he cared so much. He felt his arms un-wrapping themselves from the younger boy; he sat up, cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. “H-hi...” What was he supposed to say? Devon, this is Andrew. Andrew, Devon. As if you didn’t already know that. You may proceed to make this more awkward. “Uh...” He looked down at his hand.

[andrew lacetti]

A smile lit Andrew's face again as he heard the other say that if he did fall back asleep he'd still be here. The words sent tiny pinpricks shooting down his spine; they were so sweet--even if they were slightly teasing. A small yawn escaped Andrew's mouth as he closed his green eyes again; concentrating on the warm arms wrapped around him. Oh yes, this was definitely working for him. He heard Fletcher start to say that he was pretty sure this was actually happening and Andrew laughed softly. It had been more of a rhetorical question, but anythign to hear Fletcher's voice again and to help convince him it was happening. Then he realized that the Werewolf had cut off suddenly and Andrew heard a knock on the door suddenly.

Fuck, Andrew thought, green pools flying open in shock. Who could it be? What time was it anyway? But more importantly--who was it? He felt his heart stop in his chest; this wasn't good at all. Whoever this was--what were they going to think or say or whatever, when they saw Andrew with Fletcher, and in his bed too? Andrew turned his head towards the door just as it was opening and he saw someone it CareBear pajamas walk in. He recognized Devon--who he knew was like Fletcher's best friend, he didn't really like the other Vampire much, jealous of him honestly. Andrew sat up quickly on the bed, eyes wide with shock still, staring at the other Vampire as his cheeks flushed red. There was no way this could get any more awkward. "U-uh..." he stammered, completely tongue-tied and loss for words.

What was going to happen now? Andrew blinked, trying to get rid of the blush in his cheeks. This was even more unbelievable than the fact he actually was with Fletcher. Oh hi there Devon, what's up? Oh me, just laying in bed with your best friend who everyone thought I hated. Definitely sounded like a conversation he wanted to have.

[devon hawthorne]

devon had no idea what to think, never mind what to say. it seemed the feeling of not having a clue what to say was mutual in the room however. his arms wrapped around himself, trying to slightly shield the care bear-ness of his pajama's. more from andrew, seeing as devon himself found it rather embarrassing he still owned these. these were the times he wished he hadn't laughed at fletcher's conversation about locks. a lock for his door sounded like a great idea right now. maybe never coming into the room sounded like a great idea now. but he was here, and he had to make the most of it right? find out what the HELL was going on!

devon swallowed a little and gnawed at his lip, feeling stupid for just standing there wide eyed. "i... er... i'll g-g-go..." devon whispered and looked at fletcher for a moment, before turning his gaze to andrew. devon glared at the boy, not really realizing he was doing so, and turned around, walking out of the door. he'd leave them to their cuddling, they were happy to it. why the hell did he sound so jealous? was he jealous? now there was a question devon wished he knew the answer to. without realizing he shut the door with quite a bang, with his powers, not with his hands. jumping a little and then grinning, running straight back into the room. "i d-did it! i u-used my p-power!" devon cried, running straight over to the bed and clapping his hands.

[fletcher cross]

‘I...er...I'll g-g-go...’

That made him want to crawl up and die—that tone. Like he had done something bad, gone behind Devon’s back...which, technically, he sort of had. He’d never told Dev about how he felt about Andrew, just kept up with the usual routine of ‘hating’ him, as everyone else saw it. And now he had to find out this way. He looked up at Devon, and for a moment their eyes connected before he pulled his gaze away. Again he tried to say something, but simply watched stupidly as the curtains swayed in the light breeze. Was this supposed to happen? Better yet, was it fair that it happened? But, he reminded himself, life had never been fair.

This was really happening, wasn’t it? He was trapped inside his dorm with his best friend and his...more than a friend who was a boy. Er, that didn’t come out right. With Devon and Andrew, let’s leave it at that. Fletcher felt like he was in a movie; he couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak—he could only wait for someone else’s lines and actions. He didn’t even feel like he was inside his body, more like he was watching from the sidelines. And what a show it was. He could hear the audience applauding in the background for such a wonderful performance in the dramatic arts.

The door slammed. Jesus, that was loud. His eyes shot up, wide with fear. Devon didn’t slam doors. It just wasn’t him. He was the cute boy who stuttered, who walked you to the park and swung with you on the swings. He was the one who, wrapped up in blankets with you, would watch movies all night and start a pancake frenzy in the morning. He just didn’t get mad, or, Fletcher had never seen him mad, and it scared him. Suddenly, a blur to his eyes, Devon was back in the room, at the side of the bed. Despite the situation, he smiled and nodded. “I told you it would happen.” Laughing a little, he rubbed his eyes. This was a hell of a wake-up call.

[andrew lacetti]

Andrew found himself glaring at Devon. But he didn't know why. Well, that wasn't true--he did know why he was glaring at him. He didn't like Devon, the closeness between him and Fletcher had always been a problem for Andrew; and now Devon had walked in on this. And maybe Andrew was being paranoid, but something more than just the awkwardness of a best friend walking in on something like this seemed to be running between Devon and Fletcher. Andrew was actually wishing Devon would go when he heard the other Vampire speak. This was extremely embarrassing and awkward for everyone--why had Devon had to walk in, damn it? And all Andrew could do was sit here glaring at Devon; completely speechless and useless.

This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. Andrew felt like he wasn't even really here--maybe he was just watching from above the room. And when he heard the door slam loudly, it was sort of like he'd crashed back into his body. The noise seemed to have...woken him up, in a way. Andrew blinked his wide green eyes again. He saw the door flying open again and could just make out Devon rushing back into Fletcher's room, a blur. Wait, what was happening? Andrew looked over to Fletcher and Devon, chewing at his bottom lip. Used his power? Oh, so he'd used that telekenesis power Andrew had heard he had. Andrew realized that the mood in the room had changed a bit. The two best friends seemed to both be proud of Devon.

Andrew wondered if he should just leave. He had no idea what to say or do still. His green gaze wandered to the door and then back to Devon and Fletcher. "I-I guess I'll just g-go," Andrew stammered quietly, making to go get up and leave. Yes, it would be best if he just left--and just stayed away from Fletcher and Devon. Even if the thought hurt, Andrew could do it; if that's what was best, or what Fletcher wanted, Andrew could do it.

[devon hawthorne]

devon was so excited that he had almost forgot why exactly he had slammed the door so hard. nodding at his best friend and wanting nothing more to jump on fletcher and hug him, but he didn't think andrew would take kindly to being jumped on too. urgh, andrew. for some reason devon disliked him. andrew was trying to steal HIS best friend. HIS! fletcher was his best friend, not andrews. though seemingly from their position in bed together screamed that andrew was maybe looking for more than friendship with fletcher. for some reason, to devon, that was even worse.

as he heard the quiet stammer from andrew, he looked over at the boy. no longer glaring at him. devon was never able to be mad at people for so long after all. devon bit his lip gently, and his eyes flickered over to fletcher for a moment. no matter how much he wished he could turn around and tell andrew that it was a probably good idea that he left, he wouldn't. "y-you d-don't need to g-g-go, andrew. p-please stay." devon asked quietly back. he guessed that fletcher wanted him to stay, and if fletcher was happy, he was happy, right?

[fletcher cross]

He couldn’t win! It was as plain as daylight. He. Could. Not. Win. First, there was the whole I’m-pretending-to-hate-you-and-you’re-pretending-to-hate-me thing between him and Andrew. To screw it all up, they ended up waking up together in a position that could only worsen matters when Devon decided to waltz into his room. Then there seemed to be some sort of tension between Andrew and Devon that radiated off of the walls from their eyes. If Dev would leave, it would probably start the end of their friendship (or, just make things hell of a lot more complicated). If Andrew left, he had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t see him, either. But if both of them stayed, the roof would blow up and all existence in the dorm as they knew it would come down with them. But that was just how it felt. He was sure they could do much, much more damage than that.

And now he really did want to leave, didn’t he? Fletcher was up and off of the bed, grabbing one of Andrew’s arms in a desperate attempt to stop him. He opened his mouth to tell him that was stupid, and no, he shouldn’t leave, when Devon did the talking for him. What? Confused, he looked over at his best friend, mouth still open. He thought...didn’t Devon want the other to leave? “Please,” he repeated, looking back at the freshman. “Stay with m—us. It’s not like we can avoid...this...” For lack of a better word to call the awkwardness that passed between the three of them.

[andrew lacetti]

Andrew had gotten up of the bed and was making his way to the door already, maybe halfway there, when he felt someone grab his arm. He turned around, his green eyes seeing Fletcher standing by him. Why had he stopped him? Andrew's gaze slid over to Devon when he heard the other start to talk. What? He would have thought Devon would be the first person to want Andrew to leave. His green eyes widened slightly in surprise before he caught himself. Now he was really confused. Andrew looked back at Fletcher when he heard the Junior speaking too. Fletcher didn't want him to leave..? He let his shoulders relax some and gave a small nod. "Okay," Andrew said, still looking up at Fletcher.

A small sigh left Andrew's mouth. He glanced over to Devon again. It wasn't a glare this time, but slightly more friendly. Andrew could be nice to Devon if he wanted to, and he probably should try to be nice right now. Besides, Devon had never actually done anything to him other than being best friends with Fletcher. And that wasn't a fair reason to hate someone, was it? Andrew looked back at the open door once more; his feet wanted to run off, but the rest of him wanted to stay here so bad. He started to chew lightly on his bottom lip again. What was he supposed to be saying anyway? Sorry for laying with your best friend Devon? No; he wasn't sorry either.

[devon hawthorne]

devon smiled a little at fletcher, he was right, fletcher did want andrew to stay. and at the speed fletcher had moved to stop andrew, devon guessed fletcher wanted it a lot. devon bit his lip and looked down as andrew said he would stay, before looking up and smiling that he would stay. because if they got together, if they were not already, devon would have to get used to it. no matter how much devon didn't want to share fletcher's attention. but he would just have to deal if it made fletcher happy.

devon jumped open fletcher's bed on the end and patted the bed for them both to sit or lay, whichever they preferred, back down. "t-this shouldn't h-have t-to b-be awkward. we're all..." devon stopped and tilted his head, trying to search for a word. "... friends, r-right?" devon looked up at them both, smiling shyly at andrew. what devon didn't understand was, were these two supposed to hate each other? had it been a cover up? if it had, devon would be very hurt that fletcher hadn't told him.

[fletcher cross]

‘Okay.’ That was all he needed.

A smile crept onto his lips. So good, at least they both would stay. That was a start. Seeing Dev hop down on his bed, he followed suit and crashed into it, bouncing a few times before he laid still on it. He couldn’t help but smile. For one, bouncing up and down was fun. The other thing was that they were friends, hopefully, and that Devon was right—the awkward feeling was stupid. He liked Devon, and he definitely liked Andrew. Whether it was as a friend or more, it didn’t matter. He just wanted to have them there with him. “Right.” I think. They were all friends, despite the whole hatred—

Oh shit. He had forgotten about that. He paled a bit upon thinking what Devon would say when he told him. Fletcher didn’t keep many secrets from the boy—in fact, he pretty much told him whatever he was thinking whenever he was thinking it. Ah, crap. How was he going to explain himself? He couldn’t just say that he didn’t want him to know because he didn’t want everyone to know. He’d be countered back with the whole best friend speech. “Maybe I should just leave,” he muttered, running a few fingers through his hair.