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They hadn't be called to do another interview in weeks, and Andrew was starting to get comfortable with the idea of no more promoting. He was still living in the flat with Jesse and he was beginning to get his body into shape ready for Spiderman. He only had three weeks left before he flew out to America to start filming, but he didn't bring it up often because it usually sent Jesse into a depressive mood for a good few days, and those were days Andrew didn't have time to waste.
It was September now, and it was getting cold. The summer had drifted into Autumn and Jesse was getting excited at the prospect of snow. Andrew had to remind him they were living in Surrey and that if it snowed, it wouldn't be for a few months yet, and well, he only had three weeks anyway, and when Andrew left, Jesse was going to fly back to America with him to stay with his family, so they wouldn't be here to enjoy the snow either way.
"We should stay here for Christmas." Jesse said idly. They were in the kitchen, Andrew was making tea while Jesse sat on the worktop with a book in his lap. He wasn't reading it, he was watching Andrew try and cook a chicken.
"Why would you want to stay here for Christmas?" Andrew double checked the webpage he'd printed on how to cook a traditional English dinner. He was brought up with them, and yet he had no idea how to make one. He was a terrible Brit to say the least.
"I don't know, I just think it would be like an adventure."
"Adventure? It's Christmas, I'm pretty sure they have them in Americaland too." Andrew tried to keep the jokey tone going, he didn't want to be the one to remind Jesse that he wouldn't be here for Christmas.
Jesse bit the inside of his mouth. "I'm serious. We should stay here."
"I thought you were really excited about staying with your family?"
Jesse jumped off the counter and marched out of the room, "Forget I said anything."
Andrew considered following him, but if living with Jesse had taught him anything, it was that Jesse liked to be moody a lot, and when he was moody he liked to be on his own. So Andrew continued with tea instead and just hoped this one would only last a few hours.
It never. Jesse was brooding all night.
By midnight Andrew was pretty sick of trying to start a civil conversation, so he left Jesse to his own devices and called some old friends to see if they wanted to go out for a few drinks.
A few drinks turned into 15 shots, 2 Blue Lagoon cocktails, 3 pints, and a Jack Daniels and Coke. Suffice to say, Andrew was more than greatful that no one had brought a camera that night.
He was out with Carey, Lucy, Peter, Issac and Thomas. Thomas was an old school friend who only agreed to go out so that he could meet Carey, and Issac only agreed because Lucy was going and he had pretty much stalked the girl for god knows how many years.
Peter was his only sensible friend, so it was Peter who insisted on looking after everyone's phones, wallet, and keys. Andrew wasn't good with things like that, especially when he was drunk. Well, even when he was sober he wasn't very good at it.
They had been in 7 different clubs by the time they ended up in the Hype Bar. It was Issac's usual nightclub apparently, and he knew the bouncers so they all got free entry, which apparently meant they each had to buy him a drink, but Andrew could live with that.
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Lucy was stood on the bar, high heels kicking over every drink she came into contact with. The bouncers were there in seconds and Lucy was given a verbal warning. One more act like that and they would all be thrown out.
One minute Andrew was sat on a stool and the next he was on the floor. He couldn't remember the actual fall but he assumed it had something to do with the fact Peter had left to give Lucy a good telling off and there was no one there to support him. The floor was nice though. It was glittery and wet, oh, that was his drink, and it was on his face too. He tried to push himself up but someone had already firmly grabbed him under the arms and was pulling him up anyway.
He went to thank whoever it was, assuming it was Peter or Thomas, he was certainly not expecting it to be Jesse.
Andrew swayed on the spot for a few seconds, squinting at the boy in front of him. There was no way it could be Jesse. Jesse was at home, in a mood, probably reading or drawing pictures of sad faces.
"Jess?"
"Are you okay?" Jesse had an arm on Andrew's shoulder and Andrew was smiling like an idiot.
"Are you not in a mood no more Jess?"
"No, listen, are you okay?"
"Wha- Yes! Yes, this is fantastic, you're here, with me," Andrew slung an arm around Jesse's shoulders, already pulling him towards the bar. "What you having?"
"I'm not-" Jesse seemed to consider his anwer, and then said, "Actually yeah, I'll have a Jack Daniels and Coke."
"You never drink JD's," Andrew laughed, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't laugh, are you okay, you look strange," Andrew was leaning closer and closer to Jesse's face, eventually finding his lips. Jesse was turning away from him but Andrew grabbed his face and kissed him forcefully. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt- uh- Wa- wassup?"
"I'm going to the toilet," Jesse pulled away quickly and before Andrew had time to take in what was happening he was back on the floor.
It was Peter who helped him to his feet this time, and Andrew was still beaming.
"Jesse's here." He grinned. Peter had no idea that Jesse was even in England, nevermind that he was dating one of his best friends.
"Jesse Eisenberg?" Peter asked carefully, "As in, Mark Zuckerberg?"
"Yep, Mark's here. Colmbus." Andrew took the drink out of Peter's hand and downed it in a few seconds.
"Where?"
"Erm, I don't know. I'll call him, give my phone." Andrew already had his hands in Peter's pockets.
Peter batted the hand away and dragged Andrew outside.
"Call him out here, you'll hear him better."
Peter was handing over Andrew's phone while Andrew was busy winking at the bouncers.
"Here- Oh for fuck sake, Andrew, pack it in."
Andrew made some obscene noise that was half way between a groan and a giggle. He dialed Jesse's number and waited.
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"JESS!"
"What?"
"Where are you?" Andrew pulled the phone away and looked at Peter, "We're still at the Hype right?" Peter nodded.
"I'm at home," Jesse said down the phone.
"What? Why? Get back to Hype, I miss you,"
"I was never in Hype, where are you?"
"Hype, where are you, are you in the toilets?" Andrew looked at Peter again, "I think he's in the toilets,"
"What? Who's in the toilets?"
"You,"
"Andrew, please come home, you're obviously very drunk."
"I want another kiss!"
"What?"
"I want another kiss!"
"From who?"
"From you, you went before I could give you a proper kiss, I'm sorry if I hurt you the first time, I just missed you- are you coming back?"
"I was never there!"
"I bought you the Jack Daniels you asked for, I've got it here, we're outside,"
"Andrew, I was never at Hype, I don't drink Jack Daniels, who did you kiss?" Jesse's voice was one tone short of hysterical.
Andrew hung up, a grin still plastered to his face.
"He's inside, he was in the toilet. Probs puking."
Peter nodded, clearly not believeing a word of what Andrew was telling him.
"So, Jesse Eisenberg is here? In Hype?"
"Yes, Columbus."
"Who's Columbus?"
"You, no I mean, Jess. He's here, we're keeping him waiting. Can we go in?"
Peter rolled his eyes and lead Andrew back into the building, making sure Andrew kept a firm hold of his drink.
"Right, I'm going to find Issac and Lucy, are you going to stay here until I get back?"
"No, I'm going to find Jess,"
"Andrew, listen to me, Jesse isn't here, he's in America-"
"Americaland!"
"What?" Peter was having to shout over the music, not to mention the two girls screaming excitedly either side of him.
"He's in Americaland! No he isn't, he's here!"
"Right." Peter sighed and handed Andrew his phone. "I'm going to find Issac, you have my number, ring me if you get into trouble. And listen, if you can't find Jesse, go home, yeah?"
"He'll be at home?"
"No, Jesse won't be at home, he'll be in America, well no, apparently he's here, so if you can't find him promise me you'll go home?"
"He'll be at home if he's not here,"
"He'll be at his home, not your home."
"Same thing."
"You wish," Peter squeezed Andrew's shoulder, "See ya later buddy,"
Andrew staggered around the room for a while, trying not to think about what Peter had said because it was hurting his head. Why had he said Jesse was in America? Had Jesse already gone to America without him? Had he missed his flight?
"Jesse!" Andrew was lost in thought when he bumped into the same guy from earlier, the one with curly hair and cheekbones identical to Jesse's. "I thought you'd gone home."
The guy downed the drink in his hand and wrapped an arm around Andrew's shoulders. "I'm gonna need this," Andrew laughed, despite not hearing a word of what had been said.
"Yep!"
"You getting the drinks?" The guy asked quickly.
Andrew pulled out his phone and switched on the camera.
"I want a photo, you never come in here, we can put it in the album."
"Yep, whatever you say," The guy was laughing, but he smiled for the photo none the less, what he wasn't expecting was for Andrew to kiss him on the mouth just before the camera flashed.
"O-kay," The guy backed off a little, "I still haven't drank enough for that sort of things mate, sorry."
Andrew watched as the man drifted off into the crowd, confusion and sadness lacing togeter in his chest. After that he passed out.
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Andrew, noooooo.
Oh, gosh. How could you stop at this point? ;___;
I NEED MORE @_@
XD
No need to say that I'm in love with this fic and with you anon. ♥
Please, update soon. ♥
xxx
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No one came.
His eyes were aching and the sun was shining through the blinds, leaving streams of light floating across the room, one of them landing directly on Andrew's face.
He managed to climb out of the bed and pull on a t-shirt. Definitely not the one from last night- Oh. Last night. That explained the spinny head and the croaky voice and the achey eyes. Well, not really the achey eyes but definitely the spinny head.
"Jess?" Andrew padded through into the living room. No one was there, and somebody had vaccumed.
He paced around the flat, checking each room three or four times before accepting that Jesse had probably gone out, and wasn't, in fact, simply playing hide and seek.
No big deal. Andrew could make his own breakfast anyway. Not that he wanted breakfast, but if he did, they he could make it. Well, he could make toast, if he knew where the toaster was. He didn't know if they even had a toaster. He decided to look for one anyway. Maybe it was in the cupboard of cooking things that Jesse had put a padlock on to keep Andrew from setting the flat on fire.
He was looking at the padlock wondering just how long it had been there and it was at that moment that he saw the note on the fridge. Messy scrawled writing signed 'Columbus' at the bottom. Andrew still had achey eyes though, and the writing was far too small to be legible, so he left it a few hours and went back to bed, assuming it was a shopping list or something. It had probably been there a few days, and besides, it was nothing to worry about otherwise Jesse would have put his actual name. That's how they distinguished between everything is okay and things are definitely not okay so you should listen carefully.
He should have known then that something was wrong. That Jesse would never go out without telling Andrew where he was going, it didn't work like that, Jesse always had to have tabs on people, where they were going and what they were doing and what time they would be back. It was a bit stalkerish really but Jesse insisted that if Andrew ever went missing- well no, he would never be able to go missing because he would have told Jesse where he was going and then really, Jesse basically just saved Andrew from what could have been eight years of torture and sexual abuse after a violent kidnapping. But Jesse was the same in that he would always leave a note, or tell Andrew specificly that he was going down to Starbucks and he would be back probably in about 43 minutes, with a few minutes give or take depending on pedestrian traffic.
The only time Jesse didn't tell Andrew where he was going was after or during an argument. That's when he would storm off and leave Andrew a tiny bit worried. Although it wasn't that much of an ordeal anyway because Jesse was always either at a college friend's house (much to their annoyance) or he was simply doing a once around the block, and then he was back. He didn't like to stay out too long on his own, which Andrew was pretty sure worked in his favour, especially during an argument.
So Andrew assumed the note on the fridge would explain his absense. And probably a shopping list too because it was way to long to just be a 'Gone to Matalan, if I'm not back in an hour, call the army, I was probably buying a cat fleece.'
But regardless of all of this information and the you-should-read-the-note-right-now voice in his head, Andrew instantly fell back to sleep. Reassured that when he woke up Jesse would be back, preferrably making breakfast, or reading a book, or feeding the cat, or something like that. He hoped it was the breakfast though. Breakfast for him, not the cat.
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OMG. I think I'm gonna puke or die!
I NEED MORE ;-;
Please update soon ♥♥♥
xxx
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I'll update asap!
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Thanks for this wonderful fic :D
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He washed quickly, scrubbing himself down carelessly while humming along to the shower radio Jesse had bought a few weeks ago. His knees were grazed and he had a bruise on his right elbow. He made a mental note to ask Peter about that sometime.
"Jesse?" Andrew called out into the kitchen, sporting nothing but a towel around his waist and the messiest head of hair Andrew had ever seen. He draped himself through every room of the flat, which took no longer than seven seconds, and checked behind all the curtains, but Jesse was apparently still gone. Which Andrew realised was definitely not normal because he was gone this morning and he was gone now, and usually he was only gone once in a day.
The note. Jesse had left a note.
Andrew walked back to the kitchen and rubbed his eyes. He pulled the note from the fridge that was being held up by a magnet from Blackpool and read:
'Tommy,
Gone for a walk. I won't be back for a while, so don't wait up. Check your phone for pictures from last night, you might find something interesting.
p.s. please clean the sick up from the door step, you left it there last night.
p.s.s if I'm not back by midnight call the police.
Columbus.'
Andrew could only assume this was meant to be an angry letter, but this was Jesse and Jesse never got angry. Not to the point where he didn't put what time he'd be home, anyway. So really, there was nothing to worry about.
He read the letter again, and went back into the bedroom to check his phone, a slightly confused expression on his face. Maybe Jesse was playing some sort of game. Someone had changed his background, it was two people, one of them was Andrew and the other was- well, Andrew didn't really know, he looked a bit like Jesse if you squinted and rolled your eyes around a bit, but that wasn't really the point, the point was, Andrew was kissing him. And it wasn't like a kiss-on-the-cheek-im-so-drunk kind of kiss. It was a kiss on the lips.
Andrew could feel his stomach churning as his memory flooded back to him. Jesse had been in Hype, only it wasn't really Jesse, and there was a phone call, and Jesse was hysterical, and oh god Andrew was in so much shit. Peter had left. Lucy was thrown out. Andrew had threw up on someone. And this guy, whoever it was, he had Andrew's number.
He dialed Jesse's number and paced around the bedroom, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. What was he going to say? It was 2.07pm, Jesse wouldn't be home for ages yet, and what if he didn't answer, what if Andrew really had to wait another 8 hours before he got a chance to explain himself. What if Jesse had left for good this time.
The cats were gone too. This was not a good sign.
"Jess," Andrew began with a sigh, Jesse's phone going straight to voicemail. He pressed his free hand against his forehead and closed his eyes. "Listen, I'm really sorry, I don't know what happened, I was drunk, oh God I'm so sorry, I honestly thought it was you, just.. please come home."
Twelve minutes later. "Jesse please answer your phone."
Eighteen minutes. "Jess, please, please come home."
Sixty minutes. "Jesse please, I'm really worried, please just come back, I'll explain everything."
At 4.55pm Andrew gave up. He'd left roughly 32 voicemails and 16 texts and so far Jesse had replied to a whole 0 of them. So he ran himself a bath and then watched a shit reality tv programme and then watched QI and then went back to bed. He got up 30 minutes later and cleaned up the sick from the door step. Then he made himself some pasta but he didn't cook it for long enough so he threw it away.
8pm. Four hours left.
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Tell me, tell me, tell me it'll all be okay? Please? I know Andrew's silly and does things he shouldn't, but they're so perfect together, and if they're not together I shall cry... (I'll love your fic either way, but I *shall* cry)
Anyways, I love it, it's perfect, I need more, I love you
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JESSE, WHERE ARE YOU?
I need more, I need to know that everything is going to be okay and everything will be rainbows, candy and jewnicorns again ;-;
And...
"he looked a bit like Jesse if you squinted and rolled your eyes around a bit, but that wasn't really the point"
for some reason I laughed at this 8D.
Author, please marry me, you're awesome. I want to put you in a heart shaped box and keep it with me wherever I go <3 [I'm not a crazy person, I swear xD]
Please don't take too long to update <3
[I don't need to say that I love this fic, right? ♥♥♥]
xxx
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You realy rock the cliffhangers, don't you? ^_^
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He went back to bed at 8.15 and cried into his pillow. He was never touching alcohol again for the rest of his whole entire life.
At 8.30 he picked himself up and forced himself to get out of bed. He could smell Jesse on the pillow next to him and he really did look pathetic, edging closer and closer to the smell while trying to maintain some level of his dignity. He watched some more recorded QI episodes and had another shot at the pasta. It turned out alright this time, and by 10pm he was actually surprised at how quick the time had passed.
It was 10:06pm when Andrew heard keys in the door. His whole body stiffened as his eyes jumped to the door. The sight of Jesse fumbling to lock the door behind himself made his heart leap into his throat, and he didn't know what he felt like saying first, 'I love you please forgive me' or 'I've been going crazy here why the fuck didn't you answer my calls don't you ever do that to me again!'
Andrew had been composing himself all night, preparing what he was going to say, imagining all possibile reactions, but now that Jesse was here, right in front of him, Andrew felt a bit lost for words.
"Jesse.." He began, pulling himself off the sofa.
"I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls." Jesse answered immediately. "I would have done... I just- I wanted you to be worried."
Andrew nodded. He deserved that, he could understand that.
"I went to see him- to see Mark."
Andrew's heart instantly fell back into his stomach. "What?" He said quickly, his tone full of surprise and worry and fear. "Who's Mark?"
"The guy, last night, the one you kissed." Jesse was looking at the floor. "I went to see him."
"You did what? How did you even find him!"
"Facebook."
"What- You hate Facebook! You can't even use it! Jesus Jesse it was a mistake, it wasn't like I thought he was attractive and decided to make out with him, I thought it was you!"
"I know. That's why I'm not angry."
Andrew bit the inside of his mouth in despair, a whole new emotion flooding into his stomach.
"Okay great, you're not angry but you wouldn't answer my calls or texts, and you've been gone since god knows what time this morning, and now you wonder in, at 10 o'clock, and tell me you've been to see the guy I accidently and stupidly kissed?"
"Yes. All of those statements are correct, and he's called Mark."
Andrew tried not to let the irony overcome his emotions, which didn't feel so well composed anymore.
"Right. You went to see Mark. Great. Wanna tell me why?"
"So I could apologise, for you."
"I don't need apologising for! I was drunk!"
"You kissed him, and I thought he might want to know why."
"So what- You found a guy's name on Facebook, then somehow got his address, then went to his house to apolgoise, all from a photo, and all because I kissed him, thinking it was you!"
"Yes. Well actually, I got his address from Facebook too. I had to create an account and add him first though-"
"Woah. Stop. I can't believe this."
Andrew grabbed his coat from the back of sofa and pushed passed Jesse.
"Where are you going?" Jesse asked desperately, reaching out for Andrew.
"Out." Andrew pulled his arm out of Jesse's grasp and slammed the door behind himself.
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The last chapter/post was great, too. Made me feel sorry for both of them - yes, Andrew made a stupid mistake, but poor insecure Jesse shouldn't have reacted to that by 'stalking' the other guy.
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