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                The bell rang, and I hurried away from Andre before he could talk about Pierce more. “Shailer!” I called when I spotted him during lunch. I ran over to him and he gave me a curious look.

                “You’re pretty good friends with Pierce, right?” I asked nervously and he nodded. “Yea, why?” I bit my lip. “He’s…he’s cheating on Andre!” Shailer’s faced heated up a little and my eyes widened.

                “You…he cheated on Andre with you,” I whispered. Shailer glared. “Tell him, and you’ll crush him,” he growled. “I’m not going to tell him. I’m going to break them up with as little pain to Andre as possible,” I snapped.

                “Man, good luck with that. Andre’s infatuated with Pierce,” Shailer said, shaking his head. “Then you should’ve slept with him,” I said quietly. “Andre’s going to be so hurt.”

                “You’re not going to tell him Jay. I know you’ve hurt him, too. You tell him I slept with his boyfriend, I’ll tell him the shit you’ve done behind his back,” Shailer growled. I glared at him defensively. “Shut up Shailer. Everyone makes mistakes. At least I’m trying to make up for mine.”

                “Just let him be happy. He doesn’t need to know that Pierce cheated on him,” Shailer said with a sigh. I shook my head. “He’s my best friend. I’m not going to let him be with cheater,” I whispered.

                Shailer shrugged. “Whatever Jay. Good luck breaking your best friend’s heart.” Shailer walked away from me and I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I had never met Pierce. Ignorance really is bliss.

                                                                                ***Andre’s POV***

                I sat on Pierce’s couch with him watching Scream. “Pierce, Jay was acting really weird today. Did something happen between you guys?” I asked him with a frown. Pierce shook his head. “No. Nothing happened.”

                I frowned even deeper. What was up with Jay? He never acted as weird as he had today. Pierce kissed me. “Hey, don’t worry about it. He’s probably fine,” he said as we watched Ghostface stab the living fuck out of Billy.

                “Well, talk about backstabbing,” I said, shaking my head. “How would you like that Pierce? Have me turn out to be trying to stab you.” Pierce rolled his eyes and kissed me deeply. “I don’t see you trying to hurt me, Andre. You’re too gentle. We’ve still got to work on that,” he said with a smile.

                “No thank you,” I said jokingly. “And you’re right, I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you Pierce. I would never even try,” I said honestly and kissed him.

                “I know you wouldn’t. And I would never hurt you,” he said and hugged me to himself. He kissed me deeply, and shoved his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced together, and he tugged my shirt off eagerly.

                He pushed me so that I was lying on the couch and crawled on top of me. “I love you so much Andre,” he whispered before bringing his mouth back to mine.

                “Pierce?”

                Pierce sat up and handed me my shirt. I quickly pulled it on as we heard his front door shut. “Pierce, are you home?” his dad called. “In the living room,” he called back and cleared his throat.

                His dad appeared in the room and smiled at us. “Hi Andre!” “Hi Rich,” I said with a polite smile. He glanced at Pierce. “Hey, I’ll be in the basement if you need me, okay?” Pierce nodded. “Okay dad, sounds good,” he said and Rich walked away. We listened as the basement door shut.

                Pierce jumped up off the couch and grabbed my hand. He pulled me into his room and opened his closet door. He took down the poster on his ceiling and grinned. “I’ve never showed you this before Andre,” he said, standing on top of a bucket.

                He pushed on the ceiling and an opening appeared in the ceiling. He pulled himself up through it and reached his hand down. “Come on!” he called with a smile. I got on top of the bucket and Pierce helped me hoist myself through the opening.

                “This is my attic. My dad and I set it up so that I can just hang out in it. I don’t show a lot of people this. It’s my private place. But I’d be more than happy to share it with you,” he said with a smile and kissed me.

                “Now where were we…” he asked with a mischievous grin. He pulled my shirt back off and crawled into my lap. We wrapped our arms around each other and began to make out.

                                                                                                ***

                “Pierce!” Rich called from somewhere downstairs. Pierce and I sat up and scrambled around to quickly redress. “Yea dad?” Pierce called down as he ran his hands through his hair.

                “Are you in the attic?” Rich asked from right below us. “Yea,” Pierce called. “Oh. I was just looking for you. I thought you left. Is Andre still here?” “Yea, he is.” “Okay, I’m going to make you guys dinner.” “Okay, thanks dad!”

                Pierce turned to me after we heard his dad go downstairs. “God damn I love you Andre,” he said and tackle-hugged me to the ground. I laughed and kissed him. “I love you too Pierce,” I said with a smile.

                “Hey Pierce?” I asked nervously after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “Yea Andre?” he asked curiously, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to his warm body.

                “You…you wouldn’t ever hurt me, right?” I asked quietly. “Never. Never on purpose, at least. If I said something that hurt your feelings, I’m sorry,” he said and kissed me. “No, I was just wondering, I guess.” I forced a smile. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” He smiled and we laid together, comfortable. 

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