Fifty Shades of Andley - Chapter 1Andy's P.O.V"Now you have my mobile number don't you?"I smiled as my room mate and best friend, Christian Coma asked me the same question that he had done about less then five minutes ago. Christian was an insanely huge panickier, especially about the safety and welfare of yours truly, but that's what made me love him immensely so."Yes Chuppy, For the thousandth time," I chucked and punched him playfully on the arm.He grinned at me, his hundred megawatt smile. "I know, I just get so-""Panicked? Terrified? Scared?" I teased, arching one plucked eyebrow at him.He laughed, a great booming sound which echoed off the metal walls of th
Our Razorblade Symphony - Chapter 6Chapter 6 - Night.A couple months later.(Andy's POV)"Get back here!" I ran blindly through my house, stumbling over rugs and other shit thrown throughout my house. Pete chased me, waving his belt over his head and screaming at me. Among the footsteps I could hear my mom screaming at Pete to leave me alone. I knocked over the kitchen chairs, blocking his path, only to be cornered between the table and the kitchen sink. I hopped from foot to foot, going one way then the other, trying to confuse him.In the back of my mind I remembered Ashley telling me to "haul ass" over to his house if Pete went after me again. I planned on doing th
Our Razorblade Symphony - Chapter 5Chapter 5 - Hair Dye, My Pretty Kitty.You're sure about this?"Andy and I stood in front of the mirror in my tiny bathroom area, his hair completely clean and surprisingly waver then the ocean. A box of black hair dye sat on the sink, its contents out and in Andy's gloved hands. He ran a free hand through his dirty blonde hair. He turned his head left then right, studying his natural color as he'd been doing for the past 5 minuets."Yeah..." he said, poking at the jawline-long blonde hair.I was only here to help him with the back of his head. Otherwise he could do this all himself.In the few months we'd known eachother Andy and I had
Our Razorblade Symphony - Chapter 4Chapter 4 - We got our nicknames.It was raining like crazy by the time I had left Ashley's house, making my still-warm shirt cold and wet again. I turned down Ashley's offer for an umbrella since Pete would probably break it if he decides to have a rage fit again.I kept my head down and my bag over my neck and head as I ran up the winding street. I stepped nimbly over all the dents and cracks in the sidewalk, since more then once I've mapped them out in my head when trying to run away. I was always caught though.So many times had Pete pissed me off to the point of packing what few valuables I had and climbing out during the night, runni