tbh i see a lot of posts about how juvie would have treated andrew and they’re all so serious and sometimes i’m just like…. boy when i was in juvie we paid off the kitchen workers for extra ice cream bars and stole toilet paper so we could throw the wet wads against the ceiling and held nightly fight clubs in the bathrooms that always ended up with someone twerking against the wall while everyone egged them on… like it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows bc some kids were hella mean and yeah, okay, there were some fights and shit but other than that…. as long as you were tough, no one really fucked with you? and andrew would have exuded that vibe so most ppl would probably be like “andrew.. pls go stare at the lunch ladies until she gives out more ice cream” and he would do it bc andrew is a sucker for sweets
I love this I love you I love Andrew and i love Neil and i love those stupid fucking cats okay here I go
-every night with Andrew is like an absurd game of tetris, or maybe even just a contortionist act
-Neil has no issue with shoving Sir or King out of his side of the bed
-but they are cats
-cats are crafty
-Neil’s side of the bed is taken? okey dokey, let’s BOTH sleep on Andrew’s side
-the first time they do this Andrew has a staring contest with them for a good five minutes
-eventually he shrugs and just contorts into a weird S shape, with Sir in the crook of his knees and King tucked into the curve of his torso
-Andrew’s back kills him
-worth it
-the cats sleep fitfully each night, and oftentimes Neil awakens to find Andrew with entire limbs held in the air just so he won’t disturb one of the cats
-Neil thinks Andrew is an idiot
-Andrew raises the percentage
-cups of coffee are moved for petting time on the counter
-movies are watched from the floor to accommodate a purring couch-cat
-Andrew goes days without wearing different clothes when the cats take turns sleeping on his laundry
-Neil is grossed out so Andrew just wears his clothes
-still worth it
-no item of clothing escapes the wrath of cat hair
-Andrew still doesn’t give a shit
-Neil is perpetually unamused
-the cats are happy
-Andrew is most likely part-cat anyway so Neil slowly accepts it
-by slowly I mean he stops raising a brow at Andrew’s unusual sleeping positions after a good 8 years
-Andrew takes what he can get
-which includes maybe a fifth of the entire bed
-sacrifices must be made to appease the beloved cats
-Andrew would die for them
-Neil loves them but still makes jokes about getting the cats armbands too
-Andrew actually considers it
-Neil hates everything
-what’s new
“Here’s a real question: how have you survived this long when you’re so violently self-destructive?”
Andrew cocked his head to one side in a question. Neil didn’t know if Andrew was playing stupid to rile him or if Andrew really was oblivious. Either way it was frustrating. He wondered why no one else had caught on, or if people noticed and just didn’t care enough to say it. Now that Neil saw it, though, he couldn’t look past it. Anytime the Foxes mentioned Andrew’s upcoming sobriety or Andrew’s name popped up in write-ups on the team’s performance at games, the focus was on what a danger he was. People talked about his trial and how it saved them from Andrew. No one said what they were doing to save Andrew from himself.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 