Clarity In This Insanity - Breathe Under Water (1/3) [Kris/Andy] [PG-13]
[title] Clarity In This Insanity - Breathe Under Water (1/3)
[author] lire_casander
[beta] rajkumari905. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
[pairing(s)] Kris Allen/Andy Skib
[word count] 641
[summary] He doesn't have any right to do so, not when he has been hoping against hope that Jennye would break up with Andy, only to have his wish granted, and Andy's life has been a trip to hell ever since.
[rating] PG-13
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met Kris Allen nor Andy Skib. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence. I do not own Kris Allen's I Need To Know either.
[warning(s)] Angst.
[author's notes] Written for yehwellwhatever who asked for Andy and Kris being college roommates, Andy being dumped by his girlfriend and Kris comforting him over at Twitter.
Even though it is late, Kris is still fiddling with his guitar when he hears the noise of a key clicking its way into the lock of their dorm. He doesn't have to look up to find Andy stumbling his way inside the room, unsteady steps and shaking limbs. This isn't the first time it's happened, and it surely won't be the last time unless he does something.
However, Kris doesn't feel up to going through a pep talk with a drunken roommate at - he checks the clock - freaking two thirty in the morning.
"You still up?" Andy slurs as he makes his way to the wrong bed, flopping down besides Kris. "Whatcha doin' up?"
Kris shrugs, plucking at the strings once more before looking up again. "Couldn't sleep. Shouldn't you have come back before midnight?" He mentally scolds himself he'd sworn he wouldn't break and show any kind of concern towards Andy - he doesn't have any right to do so, not when he has been hoping against hope that Jennye would break up with Andy, only to have his wish granted, and Andy's life has been a trip to hell ever since.
"Yeah," Andy says simply, leaning into Kris's personal space as Kris places the guitar aside. "Right."
"Go to your own bed, Andy. You're drunk."
"Can't argue on that one," Andy retorts, surprisingly sober, but he trips all over himself in his haste to find his own mattress, so Kris suspects it was just a small clear moment. Andy is asleep within seconds from of his head hitting the pillow, and Kris is left alone again to battle his own demons. The notebook by his side calls to him; Kris closes his eyes but he knows it is to no avail. He ends up picking up a pen and scrawling down some lines before sleepiness attacks him.
The next day Kris wakes up to the sound of growling and whines. He rolls on his side to face Andy on the other bed - he is spluttering expletives as he bends down to throw up in the dustbin. Kris sighs and shakes his head before getting up and fetching a glass of water for his friend. They have been sharing a room for two years, and Kris knows by now the routine after Andy has gone out and had one too many drinks with his buddies David and Neal. The only novelty now is that Kris doesn't really grasp how to approach the delicate subject that is making his friend act like a crazed teenager.
"Here," he says instead of all the things he wishes he could tell Andy. "Drink this, it will make you feel better."
"No aspirin?" Andy murmurs with his head now stuffed in the pillow.
"You're allergic to it, geez, Andy," Kris reminds him gently, placing the glass on top of the nightstand. He is about to get away when Andy reaches out and grasps his wrist. "Andy?"
"Stay."
Kris can't deny anything to his friend, so he remains frozen on the spot as Andy gulps the water and complains in pain. "Feeling better?"
"More or less." Andy is now on his back on the bed, blinking against the dim light Kris has set up. "Leaning more on the less part of it."
"It'll be okay," Kris assures him, leaning in and tucking Andy in. "Now get some more sleep. It's Sunday, you don't have anywhere else to be."
Andy nods slightly and drifts off to sleep again. When Kris is sure his friend is completely out of it, he closes the distance between them and places a soft kiss on Andy's forehead. There is a tear finding its way down Kris' cheek, and he wipes it away furiously.
He gets up and stomps away, angry at himself for always letting his feelings get in the way.
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[author] lire_casander
[beta] rajkumari905. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
[pairing(s)] Kris Allen/Andy Skib
[word count] 641
[summary] He doesn't have any right to do so, not when he has been hoping against hope that Jennye would break up with Andy, only to have his wish granted, and Andy's life has been a trip to hell ever since.
[rating] PG-13
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met Kris Allen nor Andy Skib. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence. I do not own Kris Allen's I Need To Know either.
[warning(s)] Angst.
[author's notes] Written for yehwellwhatever who asked for Andy and Kris being college roommates, Andy being dumped by his girlfriend and Kris comforting him over at Twitter.
Even though it is late, Kris is still fiddling with his guitar when he hears the noise of a key clicking its way into the lock of their dorm. He doesn't have to look up to find Andy stumbling his way inside the room, unsteady steps and shaking limbs. This isn't the first time it's happened, and it surely won't be the last time unless he does something.
However, Kris doesn't feel up to going through a pep talk with a drunken roommate at - he checks the clock - freaking two thirty in the morning.
"You still up?" Andy slurs as he makes his way to the wrong bed, flopping down besides Kris. "Whatcha doin' up?"
Kris shrugs, plucking at the strings once more before looking up again. "Couldn't sleep. Shouldn't you have come back before midnight?" He mentally scolds himself he'd sworn he wouldn't break and show any kind of concern towards Andy - he doesn't have any right to do so, not when he has been hoping against hope that Jennye would break up with Andy, only to have his wish granted, and Andy's life has been a trip to hell ever since.
"Yeah," Andy says simply, leaning into Kris's personal space as Kris places the guitar aside. "Right."
"Go to your own bed, Andy. You're drunk."
"Can't argue on that one," Andy retorts, surprisingly sober, but he trips all over himself in his haste to find his own mattress, so Kris suspects it was just a small clear moment. Andy is asleep within seconds from of his head hitting the pillow, and Kris is left alone again to battle his own demons. The notebook by his side calls to him; Kris closes his eyes but he knows it is to no avail. He ends up picking up a pen and scrawling down some lines before sleepiness attacks him.
The next day Kris wakes up to the sound of growling and whines. He rolls on his side to face Andy on the other bed - he is spluttering expletives as he bends down to throw up in the dustbin. Kris sighs and shakes his head before getting up and fetching a glass of water for his friend. They have been sharing a room for two years, and Kris knows by now the routine after Andy has gone out and had one too many drinks with his buddies David and Neal. The only novelty now is that Kris doesn't really grasp how to approach the delicate subject that is making his friend act like a crazed teenager.
"Here," he says instead of all the things he wishes he could tell Andy. "Drink this, it will make you feel better."
"No aspirin?" Andy murmurs with his head now stuffed in the pillow.
"You're allergic to it, geez, Andy," Kris reminds him gently, placing the glass on top of the nightstand. He is about to get away when Andy reaches out and grasps his wrist. "Andy?"
"Stay."
Kris can't deny anything to his friend, so he remains frozen on the spot as Andy gulps the water and complains in pain. "Feeling better?"
"More or less." Andy is now on his back on the bed, blinking against the dim light Kris has set up. "Leaning more on the less part of it."
"It'll be okay," Kris assures him, leaning in and tucking Andy in. "Now get some more sleep. It's Sunday, you don't have anywhere else to be."
Andy nods slightly and drifts off to sleep again. When Kris is sure his friend is completely out of it, he closes the distance between them and places a soft kiss on Andy's forehead. There is a tear finding its way down Kris' cheek, and he wipes it away furiously.
He gets up and stomps away, angry at himself for always letting his feelings get in the way.
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