Chapter 2

Hi again my dear reader! Sorry for the long silence, life is insane sometimes! I worked hard and hopefully did a good job on it, I'm not really sure. DISCLAIMER! There is some mention of rape, murder, and other somewhat mature topics in this one, but if you are reading this, you have (I hope) read the brilliant novels by our dear Nora, and therefore are not a tiny child. Of course, no offense if you are older, and still have some aversion to these topics, we are all friends here! If this is you, here is your solution. Don't like? Don't read. Simple. Let's move on.Sorry for rambling, and as usual, please comment, and enjoy!

-Luna

Why am I doing this? I'm Andrew fucking Minyard! I don't cry? These questions swirled around in his head like a huge internal hurricane. The more he tried to figure things out, the more confused he became. That didn't stop him though. He kept thinking, and he felt as if his mind was being torn to pieces.

Why? Why? Why? Even when he was raped, abused, even with all those emotions running rampant inside, his outside had still been a calm, facade. Betsy told him it wasn't healthy to bottle up feelings. She had told him he needed an outlet of sorts. At the time, he had scoffed in her face. But now, he started to realize that dear Betsy, silly as she may be, had a tendency to be right.

He thought about all this as he ran, all the suppressed emotions pouring out of him as tears. His sobs were the only sound that pierced the night, and after a while, even his tears were silenced. The night was calm, and quiet, but not for long. More tears wet his warm cheeks, red and flushed from both physical exertion, and the hot, salty drops of emotion streaming down his face.

How can the be world so calm, when I'm so out of control? He marveled at the irony. He's always been the calm one. What had Neil called him that time during that interview? The eye of the storm. The point of reason, logic, and sense in the sea of insanity. That's what he was supposed to be, not this unfocused, for lack of a better term, hot mess.

Thinking like this brought another difficult subject back into his mind. Neil. Andrew had said he loved him! Was he insane? And then, Oh God. He had run away. This thought struck him breathless, and he had to stop. He was too tired to do anything but stand there. Until he didn't have strength to even do that, and his knees hit the pavement. At this point he had no tears left, and his body ached from running for so long. He crawled off the sidewalk, and crouched under a tree, the rough bark digging into his back. He curled up into a ball, just to hold himself together. Just to keep from falling to pieces.

He had thought that he had run far enough away. That now, he could stop his weeping, and think rationally. Oh boy, was he wrong. The moment he relaxed, everything came rushing back. His tears started up again when his thoughts spun in endless circles, all focused on one person. The boy he loves apparently. Neil Josten.

He hadn't even realized he had been feeling all that. I guess years of apathy can blind you. He pondered.

After a while, he had calmed to a point where he was still crying for some god forsaken reason, but he could think past it, and figure out what he would do next. His teammates had seen him crying, so he couldn't keep up a calm emotionless facade anymore, and his freak out had created some bad collateral damage for him.

See, Andrew normally worked in a very specific and thought out fashion. He was so careful to avoid as much collateral as possible. This is why he hated himself for crying. When he had started running, his actions had been careless, he had been so out of control, he hadn't been focusing on the serious effect his actions held. The world around Andrew, was like a small pond. The people around him just swirling water. Andrew's carefully planned actions in the past had created only tiny ripples in the pond, and he had meant it to be that way. But these recent developments were not ripples, but a huge splash, and the wave that followed would change everything.

But he couldn't think about that now. He had to get in control of himself.

Okay, okay. Next order of business... But he didn't get to finish his thought. He was interrupted by a gentle hand on his knee.

To be Continued! Sorry again for the wait, but I have been quite preoccupied with another Andreil story I have been writing. You can find that one too, which is called Family Trust. Go ahead and check it out, if you want. Anyways, will try to update soon, but we'll see. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it dear reader!

-Luna