Andrew Minyard.

Sunday evening. Andrew was lying on his bed in his room and suddenly felt like he wanted to hug someone, a feeling so unfamiliar, so unusual. Andrew first hugged the pillow on which his head rested, and a minute later pushed it away, walking toward Neil's room. Neil was lying there reading a book. Andrew came over and hugged him. Andrew lay on his chest, hugging Neil and burying his nose in the base of his neck, to which Neil said,

• What the..
  It was too strange to see Andrew like this.
  “Shut up, idiot, ” Andrew said, hugging Neil even tighter, pulling himself closer to him.
  You are Neil Josten