Andie's Dorm

[Andie Costello]

(didn't realize Andie didn't have a dorm so there's currently no picture oops)

[Andie Costello]

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"Bo seriously go back to your dorm I've got company coming," Andie was stood over Bo who had been laying on his bed for the past two hours complaining about his arm. Of course Andie felt bad for him because he'd been shot and all, but he was more than fine now. Bo just really liked to take advantage of his brother and constantly remind him that "I was shot! you have to do what I say now! I'M A CRIPPLE."

"I'll go when I'm good and ready. I'm a-"

"Cripple. I know. But seriously come on. I'll make you dinner later or something just please go." Bo had sat up by now and was staring at Andie with a devilish smirk on his face. Andie knew that he knew it was Kylie coming over. He wouldn't have been so concerned about Bo leaving if it was anyone else.

"How old is she again?"

"I'll fucking kill you. Now get out of my room."

"I'm not going anywhere until I see that she comes in here wearing clothes."

Andie fought the urge to whip pillows at Bo, and instead pointed his finger at him. He'd promised his mother not to hurt Bo because of his arm and all. It was proving to be a difficult promise to keep. Either way, he left Bo alone and went to his closet to put on real clothing. For the past two days he'd only worn sweatpants and hoodies. But now that he had a reason to change, he was going to actually wear something people in the real world might wear. Getting Bo to put on clothes might be a bit of a challenge, though.

"Bo if you're gonna stay can you at least put on like.. a shirt or something," Andie said blankly as he stepped into his closet a bit and began sorting through sweaters. Bo groaned. "Seriously. If you're staying, you're going to put on clothes." Bo only groaned again. So Andie began whipping tee shirts at him.

"Andieeeee," Bo whined, batting away the shirts. "FINE. STOP. I'll put on a shirt if you sing me a song. Sing to me, mommy."

"You're a fucking weirdo," Andie rolled his eyes and stepped across the room towards his laptop where he pulled up Pandora and set up some music. There was no way he was going to sing to Bo.

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Thanksgiving this year had been completely different. The recent events had taken a toll on everyone in the school, and a load of it was weighing her older brother down. He hadn't even come out of his room for pecan pie, one of his favorites. She couldn't take sitting in the quiet house any longer because she wasn't sure if she would be able to keep herself busy enough to stay preoccupied. She had color coordinated her closet twice just that morning, picking out a jacket, shirt and jeans to wear because she wanted to see Andie.

Kylie begged Jett to drive her to the dorms, which he agreed to eventually. The ride was quiet and when they reached the campus, Jett got out first and headed straight for his dorm. Kylie, on the other hand, took the time to fix her hair in the window reflection, and adjust her sweat shirt. When she turned around, Jett was already gone. She frowned and headed to Andie's dorm, sending him a text to let him know she was here.

She'd finally reached his room and knocked three times like a feather. When Andie opened the door and ushered her in, Kylie hugged him for a long moment and then jumped back in surprise to see Bo there. "Oh!" She gasped, nearly dropping her phone from her hand. "Hey, Bo.." She said timidly with a little wave. "How's your arm?" She tucked her hair behind her ear and stuffed her hands in the pocket of her jacket. She felt uncomfortable because she was only wearing a little mascara and eye liner, her jacket and a pair of jeans. She was even wearing Toms verses heels!

[Andie Costello]

After letting Kylie in and being greeted by a hug, Andie turned to Bo and glared at him. He wanted nothing more than for him to leave. There was no reason for him to be here, there was no reason he couldn't just get up and walk back to his dorm. His arm was hurt, nothing else. He could leave.

"Oh its fine, Kylie, thanks," Bo answered, looking down at his arm before standing. "No thanks to him, though. He beats me. And doesn't help me at all. I'm a cripple, you know."

"Bo. Get out."

Surprisingly, Bo actually did. He smiled at the two, gave a slight wave and said "keep it PG" before exiting. Andie turned to Kylie and put his hands on her shoulders. "Sorry about him," he said with a smile. "He's been in my room for like.. three days straight."

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Bo, get out. Kylie must have been some kind of jumpy because even that startled her. it wasn't like she was scared of Andie like she was Bo, because he was just a gentle and perfect giant. She kept her gaze down on her shoes as Bo complied and left, and as soon as the door shut behind him, she found herself under his hands. She couldn't hold back any longer and dove into his torso, wrapping her arms around his back. "It's been almost two weeks since I've seen you." Her voice was still a little hoarse from all the coughing she had been doing when she was sick, and sore from all the crying she had done over the shootings.

"I'm just glad to see that you're okay. I don't-" She paused, not actually wanting to continue that sentence and tell him that she wouldn't know what to do without him. The past week and a half of not being allowed to see him was miserable. Kylie realized that she was still clinging to him and pulled away when she caught a glimmer coming from his laptop. "Oh, I see what Bo meant now." She laughed, hoping Andie caught on to her joke. "I.. I've never been in here before. The only dorm I've seen is my brother's and it's not exactly organized. I like yours though."

Her eyes shifted from the floor to his legs and traveled up to his face. Could he see the sympathy on her face for everyone in the school? She tucked in her bottom lip and looked at him with puppy dog eyes. He was adorable standing there like he was, and she wanted him to be near her yet at the same time, she didn't want to be touched. "Andie?" She asked, not sure where it was going as she kicked off her shoes. She moved to the center of his bed where she crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap. "Sit with me?"

[Andie Costello]

Andie was quick to catch on to the fact that she was still quite shaken up. He was too, its not like he was an emotionless monster. It just seemed easier to him, for some reason, having Bo around. He felt like since Bo was alive and only wounded, things weren't so bad. Thinking about that, though, made him feel selfish in not thinking about the people who had lost their lives. And that sent a pang of pain through his spine as he moved to sit near Kylie.

"Of course. What's eating you?" he asked, wishing he'd reworded that. He knew exactly what was on her mind, it was on his now too. He wished he might've asked 'how are you' instead of opening up this doorway to depression. Lifting a hand, Andie moved a strand of hair from her eyes and ran the back of his fingers over her cheek. "Just need'ta talk?" he said softly, thanking his computer for playing the music quietly.

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Kylie leaned her face into his hand and offered a tiny smile that he probably couldn't see. "Yeah, just.. I can't believe this happened. I didn't know the two boys that did it and I'm in no place to be mad at them, but I just, I don't know. I guess I want to know why?" She asked, lifting her chin. "What would compel someone to do such a horrible, sinful thing? People got hurt! People died, Andie!" Kylie was to the point of tears now which she hated because what if she started to ugly cry? "I hate them for what they did."

She placed her hand over her mouth, taken that she had just said that. "I'm sorry." She whimpered. Kylie wiped the tears from her eyes and turned her face away from Andie. After she calmed herself and tried to save a little face, she turned back. "Does that make me a terrible person? I was taught that you shouldn't hate anyone but.. it's just so awful. I'm sorry, I don't mean to talk about it so much. I know Bo was hurt and that I'm being insensitive." Kylie paused. "Are... are you okay?" She placed her hand on his thigh.

[Andie Costello]

Andie was quick to take Kylie into his arms when she turned back to him again. "Don't apologize, you're welcome to your own opinion," he said softly, rubbing the back of her head gently. "It doesn't make you a bad person, Kylie. But we shouldn't hate them. We don't know what was going through their heads, we don't know what drove them to that. We can hate what they did, but we shouldn't hate them. We've no clue the things they were going through."

Backing up a bit, Andie ran his thumb under Kylie's eyes and wiped away the tears. Her makeup had smeared a bit, but she wasn't wearing much in the first place so it didn't look so bad. "I'm perfectly fine," he said with a reassuring smile. Sure this whole thing was affecting him too. I mean, if Bo hadn't moved, he might've died. But Andie liked to think on the positive things. Not the negative. "And so is Bo. If anything, he's never been better. Little shit gets everything he asks for now served on a silver spoon," Andie added, trying to lighten the mood and maybe get a smile out of her.

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Kylie was still baffled that those words came out of her mouth but Andie's were soothing and calmed her down quickly. Everyone that really mattered to her was still here, the majority of them unharmed and safe. She sighed, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders like nothing was wrong. "I'm just really glad you're okay, and Bo is okay, and Jett and Esme." She leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand and offered an itty bitty smile. Things were going to be okay, the world was going to keep spinning.

She took a moment to run her finger under her eyes, wiping away any smeared or smudged makeup that might have gone astray. Suddenly, her body temperature seemed to be through the roof so she decided it was best to rid of her hoodie. Kylie scooted slightly away from him and pulled the bottom up over her head. It was colder than what she thought it would be, that was, until she looked down and realized that she had pulled her tank top up to her neck.

With a sharp gasp, she was quick to pull it back down, her face getting more and more red by the second. She hid her face in her hands, trying to to let him see how embarrassed she was or how hard she was trying not to laugh or cry. "I... uhm, well.. I'm sorry." She ended up just laughing at herself because she'd already done enough crying for one day.