Room 201, Tuesday Afternoon

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Andrew was still in bed. He really hadn't left the bed for much in the past few days, not seeing the point. Upon waking this morning, he thought about taking a shower, because he was getting rather rank, but after pulling himself to the edge of the mattress and discovering it was cold outside his protective cocoon, he changed his mind

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Ned had found some time before his class to prep a pie and left it cooking while he dashed off to class.

He'd come back to find the dorms in one piece (whew!) and the pie done. So, as promised, he was at Andrew's door, covered pie in one hand and knocking with the other.

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Andrew poked his head out from under the covers and frowned at the door. Maybe if he stayed perfectly quiet, whoever it was would just go away.

And then he sneezed.

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"God bless you," Ned said before falling quiet. "I could just leave what I brought at the door. It'll keep for awhile."

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Ned? Ned with pie? Andrew sniffed at the air, almost certain he could smell the awesomeness.

He looked about the room, dirty clothes in piles, dozens of discarded pop-tart wrappers strewn about the bed, and the funk...

Still, pie. And Ned. Ned with pie. Andrew pinched himself. "It's open," he called out, voice cracking from disuse.

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Ned waited a minute just in case Andrew needed some time before he opened the door with his free hand and stepped inside.

"You're not getting a cold, are you?" he asked. There was a sneeze, after all. "I could get some cold medicine and bring it back with the other thing I brought. Colds are terrible."

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"I'm fine," he lied, sitting up a little further in the bed. "Well, um, I'm better. I was sick, but now I'm not." Another lie, but he felt it would best explain the state of his room.

He reached up and tried to fix his hair. "I would have tried to straighten up, I just didn't, you know, expect anyone."

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"It's okay," Ned said, shaking his head. "Messy rooms aren't a surprise so don't worry. I think it's almost required to have a messy room as a teenager. Like a rite of passage."

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"That's what I like about you, Ned," Andrew said, cracking a little smile. "You put everything in perspective."

He started to throw back the covers, but realized he didn't have any pants on. His pajama bottoms were hanging off the doorknob of his closet. So maybe he would stay right where he was.

"So, um, what do you have there?" he asked.

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"Oh!" He'd almost forgotten that. "Promised pie! It's apple butter pumpkin. New recipe with some ingredients that I'm familiar with. I thought you might like it."

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Andrew's stomach rumbled. "Thank you, it looks delicious."

Ned was cute and he baked and he was thoughtful... Andrew sighed and hugged himself.

"I would get out of bed, but I don't have any pants on," he explained.

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Ned paused for a minute, taking that in before saying, "I could get you a pair? Since I'm up and you're not and as soon as I hand you the pie, I'll have two free hands, able to grab a pair of pants."

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He pointed to the pajama bottoms. "Are you in a relationship, Ned? I'm not. I mean, I was, but I broke it off, and now he's moved on to bigger and better things. Apparently."

Andrew had seen that Kevin guy from a distance. It's not like he could fault Liir for it. "I just... well, it's just that... I still don't know how to move on."

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"To be honest, I don't know if I am or not," Ned said as he came over to hand the covered pie to Andrew before retrieving the pants and walking those back over.

"I mean, it might be but it might be me seeing something that's not there. I've done that before. And had it pointed out to me that I'm doing it."

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"But you're interested? And she knows?" He carefully sat the pie aside and slid on the pants.

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"I hope so," Ned said, thinking about it now. "I mean, I've...well, no, I haven't really. I don't say things very well or very clearly. There's mumbling and fidgeting for the most part. On my part."

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"Want me to find out for you? I can be really discrete about it and stuff. Incognito. You know, start a conversation, bring up cute boys, see if she gives anything up. Girls open up to me like that. I'm nonthreatening."

Andrew tossed back the covers and stretched his legs.