ANDREWS, THEODORE ROBERT

[teddy]

SEVENTEEN. HIGHSCHOOL. BISEXUAL. AWKWARD. CHORD OVERSTREET.
( THEODORE ROBERT ANDREWS)

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

"Right. Well.. hello. I'm Teddy, I guess. Technically Theodore- but seriously, just don't call me that. It's a terrible name. I mean, I'm sure my parents were trying to be patriotic and everything when they named me it, but it's just.. blah. A crap name. Y'know? And no Ted either, it's just as bad. It sounds like an old man's name, or something. Anyways.. I'm seventeen years old, a senior in highschool, and.. yeah. Just having fun, I guess. Or trying to. I'm not one of those idiots who just scrape by through, no way. I mean.. don't tell anyone I said that. But I do try in school, despite being a starter on the football team, and a really good runner. Wait- that probably sounded conceited. Shit. Well.. I'm not that good at football, but I get by. I'm tall, yeah? But running.. running's my thing. It would be your thing, too, if you could run the mile in 4:26. As in, under four minutes and thirty seconds. I make it look easy (at least, I think I do) but I try pretty hard with that. And with my studies and stuff.. I have straight A's. But like, let's keep that on the down low, okay? Er.. I'm sort of lame. I collect baseball cards, have a thing for action figures, and have never had a girlfriend. I.. I've never even kissed a girl. But you didn't hear that from me. I can't even, well, talk to girls, without.. freezing up and stuff. I think I have a disease or something, where my body just sort of shuts down whenever a girl gets within five feet of me; especially when she's pretty. Oh God, there's no hope when she's pretty. I should really look into that.. it's hard to maintain a reputation when you can't even flirt properly. You think I'm like, kidding, but I'm seriously not. It's a big problem. But then again, I'm sort of known as the shy guy.. so I guess it's okay. For now, at least."

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

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Suddenly enveloped by the warmth of Felix’s arm, Mary let out the smallest of sighs, but it wasn’t a cold, or particularly longing one. It wasn’t needy, or exhausted, or any of those emotions; no. It was.. content, to say the least. Because though she felt like someone had just flipped her world, and put all of what she knew in a blender, turned it on, and told her to deal with it, sitting here, she felt.. fine. Not good, not bad, but fine. And so she was able to look into the fire, stare at it, without wishing that she could be it, without having her usual desire to posses the qualities that fire was so well known for having. For once Mary was out of her shell she’d created for herself, and did need to wish she could destroy or burn down the moment that was occurring, or remove all evidence of what was going on, as she usually had the urge to. When Bone, her first and only boyfriend had broken up with her, Mary had been embarrassed, and wished she could toss everything to do with him in an open flame, that would virtually erase it all. And a few days ago, when her ex best friend Jane had found it necessary to bring the heavily intoxicated Mary home, and take care of her? There was hardly a time that rivaled that one, in which Mary wished she could remove every last trace of such incident. Maybe later she’d feel the same way about what was happening with Felix now, but she wasn’t shivering anymore. She was content, and though she knew she would soon regret it, she really was. She couldn’t help herself.

She unconsciously wedged herself a bit closer to herself, her gaze traveling from the fire to the tree he had been staring at earlier, before realizing how close they were. Which was very close, closer than Mary had ever been to anyone. Physically, this might have been an understatement, but when she was sober, nothing like this had ever happened. She’d never snuggled, hugged, or did anything of the sort for an extended period of time, no matter how cold or miserable she had been. And of course, here she was, acting like it was something she had done every day of her life. Making an effort not to be so clingy to him, Mary felt herself tense up as he pulled her even closer to him. If she moved another inch or two, she’d probably be in his lap or something, and at the rate they were moving at now, it sort of seemed likely. She didn’t know if she’d like that. As Felix continued to move, with every small action, Mary found her heart pounding faster and faster. He pulled her close. He began to rub her left arm. He began to rub her right arm. And then suddenly, in a turn of events Mary would have once thought impossible, Felix rested his chin on her head. He was wrapped up in her, around her, and for the first time since Mary had been little, she felt sort of.. safe. Safe? His hold on her reminded Mary of once when she’d been younger, probably six years old. Holden at the time must have been ten, and wanting to be cool, he talked her into watching a scary movie with him. Mary had always had this internal desire to have her older brother look highly of her, so she’d agree to watch it with him. They’d both been scared out of their minds, but that night when Holden had to sleep alone in his room that night, Mary had crept out of hers, and gone to see her parents. The nightmares she had that night were beyond any nightmares she’d ever had before, but her father had scooped her up into his arms, like Felix was doing now, rested his chin on top of her tiny head, and they’d fallen asleep like that. At the time he’d been her hero; but of course, he’d gone and slept with some other woman, and now her parents were divorced. A perfect ending to a perfect night of snuggling, no?

Maybe that was why it freaked Mary out as much as it did. Trying to shake the thought, and the association, of being held tight with her asshole of a father, Mary chewed on her lip for a moment, before giving into his chest once more. Though she wasn’t high enough to be feeling anything totally abnormal, Mary knew this feeling was a new one. Maybe being high would have enhanced it, and made it come easier.. but she was glad to be like this. Bringing the joint back up to her lips, she took another hit, before handing it to Felix. For the first time ever, she actually didn’t want anymore weed. She wanted to get high, but it wasn’t happening, so.. so there was no point. Right? Maybe it was another one of those weird things that was meant to be, that she couldn’t seem to get high enough right now. The fate thing? Playing slightly with the zipper to his jacket, she heard his words, and thought for a moment, wrinkling her nose a bit. Her stomache still felt like there were dumb little butterflies inside it, or something, but she couldn’t help and feel a bit more at ease then before. It was new, yeah, but Mary wasn’t afraid of the new. She’d never been afraid of much at all, if anything, yet here she was, not sure what she was supposed to do. Mary, the girl who had lost her virginity in eighth grade. Mary, the girl who had fucked way too many guys to count. Mary, the girls who went out almost every night to party, and didn’t give a care about anything. This was supposed to be her area of expertise, being with people of the opposite sex. She was supposed to own at this. Tilting her head slightly, she wiggled it out from under his chin, before slanting her neck so she could gently kiss at his neck. Sucking at it for a few seconds, Mary initially felt confident, before all confidence seemed to slide right off her, and glide right into the fire, that burned it up and soon enough it was gone. There was no trace of it. Flushing a faint shade of red, Mary couldn’t help but feel beyond embarrassed. What was she doing? They weren’t at a club, or at a rave, so why the hell did she think she could kiss him like that and have it be okay? It wasn’t like they were going to have sex in the woods, or something. “Sorry,” she muttered, sort of hoping he hadn’t heard her. And now she was being remorseful? Gah.