Andrew [ 002 ]

Andrew and Ivan have been friends for a long time now. But that had started to change.

After Andrew couldn't live in his own house anymore, he decided to move into Ivan's apartment with him. But then as a couple of days passed on, they both changed a little. Andrew had found a place out of town and far away from Ivan, and that made Ivan go berserk. He had almost KILLED Andrew that night.

THE PRESENT

Ivan's apartment was a mess, bottles everywhere, along with garbage he didn't even care to throw into the trash. As his fingers paused over the call button next to Andrew's name, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. Yea, it was his fault for Andrew leaving, he kept on messing up the game he was working on, but he was the writer of the game! Why wouldn't he let him do anything? But then he called, it was quiet for a bit before some familiar voice cut through the silence.

"Hello?"

Ivan couldn't speak, the words were stuck in this throat. He thought if he spoke Andrew would hang up on him in an instant. But then, the words he'd been dying to say finally spilled out.

"Andrew, I miss you.. I love you.."

As Andrew heard him, his throat suddenly felt dry, he always thought of Ivan as a friend and nothing else. But he couldn't let his emotions get to him, he was going to stay pissed at Ivan and that was final.

"You got the wrong fuckin number. Don't call again."

Then the line went dead. Ivan sat on his couch staring at his now silent phone as the tv played in the background. He then suddenly hurled it against the wall, making glass shatter everywhere. He then started to hyperventilate, oh god this was not good. He had to get fresh air now. He walked towards his door, put on his dark blue coat, and walked to the rooftop.

Andrew and Ivan have been friends for a long time now. But that had started to change.

After Andrew couldn't live in his own house anymore, he decided to move into Ivan's apartment with him. But then as a couple of days passed on, they both changed a little. Andrew had found a place out of town and far away from Ivan, and that made Ivan go berserk. He had almost KILLED Andrew that night.

THE PRESENT

Ivan's apartment was a mess, bottles everywhere, along with garbage he didn't even care to throw into the trash. As his fingers paused over the call button next to Andrew's name, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. Yea, it was his fault for Andrew leaving, he kept on messing up the game he was working on, but he was the writer of the game! Why wouldn't he let him do anything? But then he called, it was quiet for a bit before some familiar voice cut through the silence.

"Hello?"

Ivan couldn't speak, the words were stuck in this throat. He thought if he spoke Andrew would hang up on him in an instant. But then, the words he'd been dying to say finally spilled out.

"Andrew, I miss you.. I love you.."

As Andrew heard him, his throat suddenly felt dry, he always thought of Ivan as a friend and nothing else. But he couldn't let his emotions get to him, he was going to stay pissed at Ivan and that was final.

"You got the wrong fuckin number. Don't call again."

Then the line went dead. Ivan sat on his couch staring at his now silent phone as the tv played in the background. He then suddenly hurled it against the wall, making glass shatter everywhere. He then started to hyperventilate, oh god this was not good. He had to get fresh air now. He walked towards his door, put on his dark blue coat, and walked to the rooftop.