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Andrew’s eyes reluctantly fluttered open at the ass crack of dawn. Did he want to be awake? Hell no. But, like every morning, Neil failed to wake up to his alarm clock and Andrew had to wiggle out from his junkie’s grip and try to find the off button in the dark. They didn’t have practice that morning, because Wymack had “conference” with Abby. Whether it was actually a conference or just an excuse to go on a date, the team didn’t know. There were bets left and right, Nicky being the highest bidder, betting 50 bucks that Abby would come back with a turtleneck or a scarf to cover something up.
He climbed down the ladder of the loft bed, whacked the ever-loving shit out of the alarm until it turned off, and attempted to wake up Neil. “Neil...Junkie...Abram wake the fuck up.” Neil stirred in bed and rolled over to face his boyfriend. “Morning, sunshine-” He was cut off by Andrew smacking him with a pillow. “Absolutely not.” Andrew told him. “Why’s your alarm on anyways? We don’t have practice.” For the first time since Neil could remember, Andrew sounded genuinely confused. Neil made that breathy giggle sound that people make when they know something someone else doesn’t. “Ohhhh, I didn’t tell you, did I?” Neil said as he finally climbed out of bed. “Get dressed. We’re going somewhere.”
Andrew was suspicious, but he trusted Neil to not gut him in an alley way. “Wear clothes you don’t mind getting dirty.” That sentence confused him the most. What the fuck was Neil planning? Andrew got dressed, not taking his eyes off of his boyfriend. Against his better judgment, and four different outfit choices, he left the dorm room wearing baggy old sweatpants that he’d gotten from goodwill and a t-shirt he’d taken from Kevin during freshman year. “I look like a hobo.” Andrew complained. Then he noticed the smug look on Neil’s face and the suspicious black backpack he was carrying. “What’s that?” He asked, quick and stern. Neil laughed again. “You’ll see.” And they walked in silence.
Andrew expected to have to, once again, hand over the keys to his car for this surprise Neil had. But instead, they walked all the way to Kevin and Aaron’s dorm room. Neil knocked three times before Kevin opened the door. The sight that greeted them was unexpected, and that was an understatement. Aaron was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch eating ice cream out of the tub with a spoon. “What the fuck?” Andrew said as more of a statement than a question.
“Katelyn broke up with me. I hate love.” Aaron mumbled from his pile of blanketed despair. Andrew looked between Neil and Kevin. “This,” He started. “Is what you dragged me out of bed for?” He sounded quite annoyed. Kevin whistled and pretended not to hear as he shot Neil a knowing look. “Um...actually this part,” He gestured at the pile of sadness that Aaron had become. “Wasn’t exactly part of the plan.” Neil gave Andrew an awkward grin.
Andrew looked slightly less annoyed, but whisper-screamed, “Well then what was planned!?” Neil didn’t respond. He just took off his backpack, unzipped it, and dumped out the contents. The things in said bag included dollar store paint, small canvases, and paintbrushes. Simultaneously, almost like telepathy, Andrew and Aaron both look at the paint for a few seconds before saying, “No.” The twins’ heads snapped towards each other. Again, at the same time, they yelled, “The fuck!?” The twin telepathy speaking went on for about two minutes before both decided being quiet was better.
“Absolutely not.” Aaron told the group. “I am not painting with that sad wet cat of a man!” Andrew scoffed in response. “Look at yourself, bitch.” Before sitting down on Kevin’s bed uninvited. Kevin and Neil both slowly crept towards the door as the twins bickered back and forth. Before heading out, Neil said, “Loveyouandrewbyedon’tkillhimPLEASE-”