do you remember us

chapter one - shut it, 'drew

mcs: andrew/drew/andy, jesse/jessie, jeanine, laura, mike, james

small confessions spill from jesse, leaving andrew questioning who he thought his bestfriend was

song for this chapter: heart shaped box - nirvana

enjoy!

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Small puffs of smoke escaped from Mike's parted lips as he passed a spliff over to the tall man beside him. Coughing, he leaned forward to drag the bong closer to him, pushing his friends hand away from it.

"Mike, at this rate you'll become an addict," James said through weary, red eyes and a tired lisp. "On B grade weed." He snorted.

"Aren't we all?" Came a chuckle from Andrew, the tall man beside Mike. And the shorter man, Jessie, sat quiet next to him. Just as Mike's attention was drawn to the further snarkier comments from James, Andrew slid the bong from his hand and gestured it towards Jessie.

"You need to let loose, man. You can't let that chick dictate your life."

He pulled in closer. Jessie eyed the pillar of smoke emerging from the head of it, and the bubbling water seething from inside the glass. "Yeah...- yeah. I'm done for today. If I smoke anymore my mom will notice my eyes look like Mike's dysfunctional balls."

Mike threw his arms up in response. "Man, fuck you, Jess. Slunching back down and scrunching his nose, he accepted the insult. "You're a pussy anyway." Everyone else laughed the joke away.

Jessie stood up and dusted his knees off, moving around the table and going to the stairs. He picked up his dusty bag from underneath a pile of boxes, zipping up the front pocket he brought the weed in. Eyeing Andrew, he stuck out a ghastly finger, gesturing him to follow.

"Already?" A long, distressed groan seemed to follow Andrew as he stood up and trudged over to Jessie, feet heavy. Mike stood up, a confused look plastered on his face.

"Where you guys going? Party's just started." Mike frog-blinked, his teary eyed self grudgedly raising himself up with the help of gripping James' head. "You guys are lo-..losers.." He belched from the other side of the room.

"I'm staying the night at Jesse's."

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In a messy room, somewhere in the suburbs of a Chicago house, lay Andrew strewn shirtless across a queen bed. He threw a basketball up, for himself to catch, as bitter rubber made contact with his thumbs over again. Jesse sat at his desk, solving a rubix cube given to him by Andrew. They both indulged in the silence they gave each other, taking in the non-words spoken. Until someone broke it.

"So..- I saw Jeanine talking to you. She, uh- looked interested." Andrew held the ball in his hands and snapped his head to face Jesse. Looking up with a vexxed look, he hesitantly put down the puzzle.

"I.. uh.." Adjusting his posture, he cleared his throat and fixed his collar, nervous responses inhabiting his timid body. "You think so?"

Andrew scoffed. "I know so. She totally has the hots for you, dude. Go ask her out." He chuckled, putting the ball down next to him and taking a joint out of his mouth. He sat up straight against the wall next to the bed, cold paint imprinting on his skin, flaring goosebumps. Jesse stood up and sat next to Andrew, keeping about two arms length away from him.

"I don't know. -If I'm even interested like that." He shrugged dismissively, tender eyes meeting Andrew's gaze. "She's nice and all, trust me.. but.. you know..-"