Eighteen, damn writer's block
Title: You Are My Signal Fire (Part 18)
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White, appearance by Kyle Wellwood
Word Count: 1205
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’. Avvy made by horselovergurl
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13 || Part 14 || Part 15 || Parts 16 & 17 ||
Andy’s POV
I got Kyle to come pick me up because I couldn’t drive with my hand all swollen and bandaged, not to mention the pain killers after the minor surgery done on my hand. We sat in the car silent for the first little while but it seemed that Kyle could take it no longer. He gave me a side-long glance,
“So you want to tell me what happened and why it isn’t Ian picking you up?”
I grimaced at the windshield, not looking at him, “We had a fight.”
“Well that’s obvious. I hope his face doesn’t look like your hand because that would be tragic.” He grinned at me, but it flickered and then faded as he saw this was no laughing matter.
“I didn’t hit Ian…I don’t think I could.” I looked down in my lap at the bloodied bandages that was my hand and sighed, “It was the fireplace.”
Kyle nodded, listening intently, “And why is it that you decided that you just had to do some remodelling with your hand and not a sledge hammer?”
“Like I said we had a fight.”
“C’mon Andy, I can’t help if I don’t know.” He looked over at me again, but I wasn’t really in a sharing mood. I felt the warmth of his hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him. He was smiling at me encouragingly, so I rolled my eyes and let the faintest trace of a smile cross my face.
“How do you fucking do that?”
“Do what?” There was a hint of laughter in his voice, he was definitely amused with himself.
“Get people to open up to you so easily.”
He shrugged, “I dunno, people have always just confided in me. Now if only someone else would…” He elbowed me lightly in the arm.
“I was jealous…of Dan.”
“Dan? Really? Come on now Andy…Ian would never ch-“
“I know that they had a thing in Halifax. He told me.” I was yelling, I couldn’t help it though. Something about this whole thing just made me furious. I didn’t even know if he did anything after I left the bar, but I just had this feeling that something wasn’t right.
Kyle frowned, “Yeah, but that was a long time ago. He wouldn’t hurt you Andy, not willingly. I know both of you pretty well, and Ian’s not like that.”
“Well that’s not what it sounded like last night.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was in the bathroom and they came in and started talking. Ian didn’t really have to say anything…I know that he wants him more than me. That’s fine.” I said the last part through gritted teeth, forcing back the anger that was building again. “I’ll do just fine without him.”
Kyle pulled into the parking lot of my building and we went upstairs, we sat down on the couch. Kyle glanced at the fireplace, there was a big splotch of blood on the bricks where my knuckles had connected. I saw him wince as if seeing the whole thing himself.
Kyle’s POV
A huge streak of crimson liquid stood out in high contrast against the white bricks of Andy’s fireplace, I looked over at his hand and then up at him. Andy was in a fragile state right now, that much was certain.
I thought back to last night and it all seemed to click into place. I closed my eyes, please tell me you’re not that stupid Ian…Only Nathan came back to Matt’s place with us for drinks…Dan supposedly didn’t feel well…Damn it Ian, what were you thinking?
“Do you need anything else before I go? I gotta get back or Matt will be bitching at me because I was gone for too long.” I was lying and I felt bad about it, but I had to talk to Ian. “Don’t worry you’re probably overreacting. He really wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” I wasn’t entirely convinced, but I kept my voice steady.
“No, I’m okay. The painkillers are making me pretty sleepy, I think I’ll have a nap.” He yawned on cue and showed me to the door. “Thanks a lot Kyle. You always know what to say.”
“Alright, no problem, later Andrew. Feel better.” I hugged him quickly, seeing him pop a couple pills and then took off towards the elevator.
Ian’s POV
As I laid in my bed I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. I hugged my knees into my chest under the covers, looking for comfort and finding none. Just when I thought I might burst into tears as Andy’s angry face popped into my head again, the doorbell rang. I pulled the blanket around my shoulders and got up, going across my apartment to the door and opening it to reveal Kyle. He looked mad and forced me to take a step back as he stormed in.
“You can not be stupid enough to do this twice!”
I looked down, “I’m an idiot, I know.”
“You didn’t?!?” He looked at me but I avoided his gaze, “You did! Fuck, how could you do this to him, Ian? I sat there and comforted him saying how you would never do this, when you actually did. What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t going to! I was just really upset about Andrew. He totally went off on me about Dan at the bar, and I really hadn’t been planning on doing anything. I just wanted to go home to Andrew and make him forget about our fight, but then Dan came out…and I don’t know…I was drunk…and…he was there…he pushed me into a cab…and…” My eyes grew hot as they filled with tears, “I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t even enjoy it.”
Kyle pulled me into a hug, “Well all I can say is…” I thought he was done ranting and then, “what the fuck is the matter with you? After what Dan did to you last time and what you have with Andrew now…”
I pushed him away becoming angry and defensive, “That’s pretty fucking hypocritical don’t you think? You cheated on Matt too!”
“Not with someone who trampled all over my life and ripped out my heart. I helped you pick up the pieces last time and I’m not sure I have the patience to do it again. I’m only here because of Andrew.”
I collapsed on the couch, “I know.”
“Did you know he’s probably passed out in his bed right now because he’s all hopped up on pain killers because he was so mad about all this he decided to take it out on his apartment and now his arm is broken and his hand looks like hamburger meat!” He took in a breath after the outburst and waited for my reaction. I didn’t have one, I simply sat there in shock.
Kyle squeezed my arm gently, “I think you need to go talk to him.”
I nodded, “I gotta try. This whole thing just got out of hand way too fast.” I wiped a stray tear from my cheek and got up. “Could you give me a lift? I don’t think I can drive right now.”
“What are friends for?”
I just had to add this picture because, I thought it was hilarious. Look at their expressions! haha That's my bit of randomness for the day
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White, appearance by Kyle Wellwood
Word Count: 1205
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’. Avvy made by horselovergurl
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13 || Part 14 || Part 15 || Parts 16 & 17 ||
Andy’s POV
I got Kyle to come pick me up because I couldn’t drive with my hand all swollen and bandaged, not to mention the pain killers after the minor surgery done on my hand. We sat in the car silent for the first little while but it seemed that Kyle could take it no longer. He gave me a side-long glance,
“So you want to tell me what happened and why it isn’t Ian picking you up?”
I grimaced at the windshield, not looking at him, “We had a fight.”
“Well that’s obvious. I hope his face doesn’t look like your hand because that would be tragic.” He grinned at me, but it flickered and then faded as he saw this was no laughing matter.
“I didn’t hit Ian…I don’t think I could.” I looked down in my lap at the bloodied bandages that was my hand and sighed, “It was the fireplace.”
Kyle nodded, listening intently, “And why is it that you decided that you just had to do some remodelling with your hand and not a sledge hammer?”
“Like I said we had a fight.”
“C’mon Andy, I can’t help if I don’t know.” He looked over at me again, but I wasn’t really in a sharing mood. I felt the warmth of his hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him. He was smiling at me encouragingly, so I rolled my eyes and let the faintest trace of a smile cross my face.
“How do you fucking do that?”
“Do what?” There was a hint of laughter in his voice, he was definitely amused with himself.
“Get people to open up to you so easily.”
He shrugged, “I dunno, people have always just confided in me. Now if only someone else would…” He elbowed me lightly in the arm.
“I was jealous…of Dan.”
“Dan? Really? Come on now Andy…Ian would never ch-“
“I know that they had a thing in Halifax. He told me.” I was yelling, I couldn’t help it though. Something about this whole thing just made me furious. I didn’t even know if he did anything after I left the bar, but I just had this feeling that something wasn’t right.
Kyle frowned, “Yeah, but that was a long time ago. He wouldn’t hurt you Andy, not willingly. I know both of you pretty well, and Ian’s not like that.”
“Well that’s not what it sounded like last night.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was in the bathroom and they came in and started talking. Ian didn’t really have to say anything…I know that he wants him more than me. That’s fine.” I said the last part through gritted teeth, forcing back the anger that was building again. “I’ll do just fine without him.”
Kyle pulled into the parking lot of my building and we went upstairs, we sat down on the couch. Kyle glanced at the fireplace, there was a big splotch of blood on the bricks where my knuckles had connected. I saw him wince as if seeing the whole thing himself.
Kyle’s POV
A huge streak of crimson liquid stood out in high contrast against the white bricks of Andy’s fireplace, I looked over at his hand and then up at him. Andy was in a fragile state right now, that much was certain.
I thought back to last night and it all seemed to click into place. I closed my eyes, please tell me you’re not that stupid Ian…Only Nathan came back to Matt’s place with us for drinks…Dan supposedly didn’t feel well…Damn it Ian, what were you thinking?
“Do you need anything else before I go? I gotta get back or Matt will be bitching at me because I was gone for too long.” I was lying and I felt bad about it, but I had to talk to Ian. “Don’t worry you’re probably overreacting. He really wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” I wasn’t entirely convinced, but I kept my voice steady.
“No, I’m okay. The painkillers are making me pretty sleepy, I think I’ll have a nap.” He yawned on cue and showed me to the door. “Thanks a lot Kyle. You always know what to say.”
“Alright, no problem, later Andrew. Feel better.” I hugged him quickly, seeing him pop a couple pills and then took off towards the elevator.
Ian’s POV
As I laid in my bed I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. I hugged my knees into my chest under the covers, looking for comfort and finding none. Just when I thought I might burst into tears as Andy’s angry face popped into my head again, the doorbell rang. I pulled the blanket around my shoulders and got up, going across my apartment to the door and opening it to reveal Kyle. He looked mad and forced me to take a step back as he stormed in.
“You can not be stupid enough to do this twice!”
I looked down, “I’m an idiot, I know.”
“You didn’t?!?” He looked at me but I avoided his gaze, “You did! Fuck, how could you do this to him, Ian? I sat there and comforted him saying how you would never do this, when you actually did. What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t going to! I was just really upset about Andrew. He totally went off on me about Dan at the bar, and I really hadn’t been planning on doing anything. I just wanted to go home to Andrew and make him forget about our fight, but then Dan came out…and I don’t know…I was drunk…and…he was there…he pushed me into a cab…and…” My eyes grew hot as they filled with tears, “I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t even enjoy it.”
Kyle pulled me into a hug, “Well all I can say is…” I thought he was done ranting and then, “what the fuck is the matter with you? After what Dan did to you last time and what you have with Andrew now…”
I pushed him away becoming angry and defensive, “That’s pretty fucking hypocritical don’t you think? You cheated on Matt too!”
“Not with someone who trampled all over my life and ripped out my heart. I helped you pick up the pieces last time and I’m not sure I have the patience to do it again. I’m only here because of Andrew.”
I collapsed on the couch, “I know.”
“Did you know he’s probably passed out in his bed right now because he’s all hopped up on pain killers because he was so mad about all this he decided to take it out on his apartment and now his arm is broken and his hand looks like hamburger meat!” He took in a breath after the outburst and waited for my reaction. I didn’t have one, I simply sat there in shock.
Kyle squeezed my arm gently, “I think you need to go talk to him.”
I nodded, “I gotta try. This whole thing just got out of hand way too fast.” I wiped a stray tear from my cheek and got up. “Could you give me a lift? I don’t think I can drive right now.”
“What are friends for?”
I just had to add this picture because, I thought it was hilarious. Look at their expressions! haha That's my bit of randomness for the day