Untouchable

Chapter 15 - You Bloody Idiot

Author's note:

I am so sorry for the extremely long wait! It's been exhausting these last few months. Thank you so much for sticking with me. I am truly grateful for all the support, and the comments and messages helped a whole lot. It kept me going. This is my first ever attempt at writing a story, and honestly, I'm still trying to get my head around the fact that I actually had the guts to post it here. For those of you aware of my predicament, let me just say that typing from my phone is an experience.

Also, I'm moving to England. It's another reason why I've been so busy lately. The Potterhead in me is fangirling so bad.

But no matter! Not even the threat of thumb cramps and excess luggage fines can hold me back from telling my story!

Let us proceed!

After this one last point. lol.

P.S. My chapters will be shorter, an advice from @MarshmallowsEatYou so that future editing and compilation will be easier. Go say hi to her, she's actually nice, contrary to that username which speaks of blood and gore and death :3

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Chapter 15 - You Bloody Idiot

"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift."

-Mary Oliver

~Summer, Two Years ago~

Andrew was the bestest best friend anyone could ask for. I don't know if that made sense to you but he really was. Yes, Ciara and I still kept in touch, but it wasn't that easy trying to bond when we were miles and miles apart. There's only so much you can do via texting and calling.

But Andrew? He was the best. He did have the unfortunate male qualities that always came with the package (i.e. farting, stealing my food, being inappropriate almost all the time) but he also had his great points.

One would be his ability to keep creeps away. I did mention his growth spurt, thereby allowing him to tower over me. Aside from that, due to my constant teasing of his wobbly chin, he started working out, when he came back after his summer vacation last year, he lost all the baby fat that seemed to overstay and gained some muscle sculpting here and there.

Second great Andrew point was he has awesome taste in girls. He only ever hung out with Ciara and I, and when she left years ago, he stuck with me (told you he had awesome taste). I will grudgingly accept that fact that my best friend was really good looking because I had to shoo away girls for him by being his pretend date numerous times. Not that I minded. Hanging out with him and his group of friends was definitely better than the rest of the school combined.

Andrew also loved food, and he loved to share it with me.

For example.

Right now I was suffocating. My beautiful dream about me riding on a broomstick, whooshing through the air as I scored a goal for the nth time in a row was rudely cut short because I couldn't breathe.

My chest! Something heavy was pressing down on me! I struggled, trying to twist and flail my arms, and push away whatever was trying to smother me to death, only to find out my arms and legs were pinned to the bed.