Andrew was your best friend. You two were always arguing but you still loved each other. You were often the emotional one in the friendship while he was more closed off.

You were sitting on his bed crying while he comforted you. You honestly didn’t know why you were crying, you just were.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.."

He sighed as he held you close. Not knowing what to do with you. He cared for you dearly but you were confusing.