I'm feeling supersonic

> Andrew Evans > WMHS's badass football stud > 18 years old > Twin brother of Sam Evans > Single [It's a RP account, I don't own anything except for my writing. I don't own the gifs either. If someone gets to offended by the fact that I used their work, just message me.]

[andrew-evans-blog]

ooc:

last post here.

i just want to say that i find it ironic that I was set inactive while I was still waiting for people to reply to my paras. Anyway, I don't really care.

I just want to say that it was a pleasure to go be in this RP. I hope you guys will keep going and find someone to play Andrew as well as I did. Even though that'll be impossible :P

I won't forget all the story lines here and all the people I met OC. But every story comes to an end and for me it ends here.

Bye.

[thesocialberriegurl]

What Now || Andrayna

[andrew-evans-blog]

thesocialberriegurl:

It was understandable that he was panicking. Really she probably would have thought something was wrong with him if he wasn’t. Hell she was panicking, maybe not as bad, but it was right up there with when she found out about the baby. Her hand moved to rest against his chest; fingers gripping at the fabric of his shirt. “I feel guilty…” she replied to his question in a quiet tone. She really did… she didn’t know if it was the right emotion to be feeling. “I just know how attached Gare was already and how he was all ready to take this on…” she continued chewing on her bottom lip. “And I am kind of panicking too…” she admitted with a sigh. “I kind of had a plan… and now it has to change…” she added quietly. No matter how much they needed to talk about this. She just didn’t want to… But really this wasn’t something she could ignore. Even if she had become very good at avoiding the important subjects. “Like we don’t have to figure anything out right now…” she added moving away a bit as she offered a small smile. Shifting so that she was cross legged and facing him. “But I kind of think right now would be a good time…” she replied placing her hands in her lap.

Andrew was surprised when she said she felt guilty. Why the hell did she feel guilty? She had nothing to be guilty about, it was all on him, he was the one that had gotten her pregnant, he should feel guilty. And he did, actually. But then she kept going and he realized she didn't feel guilty about the baby but about not being Garrett's. "It's not like you could control that." Andrew said with a shrug, he still didn't know how he felt about the whole thing but some part of him was definitely relieved the kid wasn't Garrett's. The idea of dating the girl that was pregnant of Garrett was way too complicated in his head. "I don't think it's possible not to panic when we realize the mess we got ourselves into." He pointed out, his eyes going back to staring at the wall because he didn't know where else to look. When did things got this complicated? He didn't say a word as she said her plans had to change and that they should talk about it, there was nothing to say, after all he agreed with her, they did have to talk about it. Andrew turned his head to look at her, biting down on his lip for a second because he didn't know exactly where to start, there was no way this talk wouldn't lead into a fight. "So... what were your plans with Garrett?" He figured it was easier if he started by knowing her original plans, when she thought the baby wasn't his.

[andrew-evans-blog]

Drink it up // Pandrew

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puckfucksmoms:

andrew-evans:

Andrew grabbed his wallet and wallet and got out of the appartment, going straight to his motorbike. He needed to stop by the liquor shop before getting to Puck’s house. He had to remember to at least smack Puck’s head for the mental image he gave him of their brothers getting on with each other. He had always thought his brother was gay, but it was just extra weird that he was his twin and was hooking up with his bestfriend’s twins. It kind of wanted to make him punch Sam, especially because there had been some assholes that had already thought it was Andrew and not Sam. It fucked up with his reputation. He shrugged off those thoughts as he walked into the shop, using his fake ID he bought an absinthe bottle, one was enough to knock them down, especially when they also had beer. Getting back to his bike, it only took him some minutes to get to the Puckerman’s residence, he walked up to the porch and knocked at the door waiting for Puck’s to answer.

Puck was already pretty shit faced to be honest, ever since Santana slapped the hell out of him earlier today he had taken up to his room and started chugging. He felt like shit, if it wasn’t just for getting Santana pregnant, it was for hurting her by kissing Charlie, by making Charlie cheat on Jason, by bringing her into all of this shit, basically fucking everything up. He really thought he would be done with this by now, done with fucking up and doing this shit, but looks like it was just in his genes to be a fucking screw up. He tilted his head back, taking a big gulp of his Jack Daniels, letting it burn down his throat. How did everything get so shitty? What happened to the good ol days when he would do whatever the fuck he wanted and wouldn’t give a shit about what happened afterwards? Everything before getting people pregnant was just ace, and now… this was shit. Not to mention he still wasn’t talking to Aidan, his sister was making his life an even bigger hell for bringing Santana into the house, and if his mom finds out he fucked shit up with San after she turned into a Jew, yeah, he was dead. He heard the knock on the door and sighed, because he really didn’t feel like moving, but he knew Andrew would have some stronger stuff, and that was what he needed right now. He moved sluggishly downstairs, opening the door, offering nothing more than a sigh before he reached for the bottle. “Hope you’re ready for shots.” Andrew had been his bro for a while now, but bros like them didn’t exactly talk to each other. They talked about bitches, and fucking, and football, but about serious things? Yeah that was probably why they needed a strong ass bottle of alcohol to get through this. “So, want to start with how you fucked up, or should we trade off stories?” Hell, they could probably make one fucked up game of never have I ever. 

Andrew gave Puck half a smile as soon as the other guy opened the door, there was not much to smile about, but he wouldn't walk into the place with some black mood. Well, Puck was clearly in a black mood and already drunk, so he didn't even know why he cared. Andrew just nodded when he reach for the bottle in his hands and told him to be ready for shots. He didn't do more than shrugging as he followed Puck into the house, his hand running through his hair as he thought that for once it would be nice to talk about problems and not their usual football & bitches talk. He chuckled a little bitterly as Puck asked him how he fucked up and sitting on a chair in the kitchen he eagerly poured the two first shots and downed one. "Not exactly how I fucked up, but I should tell you that my bro got kicked out of the house because of the whole fag thing." Andrew shrugged his shoulders and lean his back against the table, staring at the wall in front of him, seeing Puck only in the corner of his eyes. "But you should go ahead, you're the one who's already drunk. Tell me everything." He tilted his head to see Puck better and rolled his eyes. "Unless you wanna play some game to make you talk." Andrew added with a shrug.

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[thesocialberriegurl]

What Now || Andrayna

[andrew-evans-blog]

thesocialberriegurl:

Rayna sat in the middle of her bed. Legs crossed under her as she stared at the paper in front of her. It was the results from the paternity test. Results she really couldn’t wrap her head around. She had been over them a million times so far. Heard the words come out of the Doctors mouth. She had almost crumbled in to tears then. All and all it had been one of the worst fucking days of her life. And that was saying something seeing as she had just gotten in a life threatening accident. But now was a time to figure out what the hell was going to happen now. She needed to know what Andrew wanted… she really wasn’t all that sure what she wanted at the moment. The plan had been to keep the baby… Then she and Garrett would do the parent thing on a strictly platonic level. In theory it had seemed do able. But Garrett wasn’t the father… Andrew was and it wasn’t fair to him to just assume that he was cool with being a daddy at seventeen.  Hell she still wasn’t sold on being a mommy.

Ray glanced at the window as the familiar rumble of Andrew’s Bike echoed down the street. Folding the paper she slipped off the bed. Placing it on her desk she headed down stairs.  Crossing to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge before she moved to open the door. “Hey,” she said with a small smile Ray leaned up on her toes placing a soft kiss on his lips. She stepped back out of the way for him to enter the house. It was just the two of them so she had no problem moving to the living room. Sitting on the couch she curled her legs under her as he took a seat next to her.  Instinctively she shifted and settled in to his side. She just really needed to be close. “So how are you doing?” she asked tilting her head so  she could look at him.  

Andrew's confused feelings about either he would prefer the baby to be his or Garrett's were quickly replaced by pure panic as soon as the words left the doctor's mouth. The baby was his. There was only panic in his head and that wasn't even exaggerating. He managed some detached sentences and words out of his mouth after hearing the news, his eyes focusing on Rayna for a while before snapping away from her, his brain asking non stop what the fuck he was going to do now. And it took too long for him to be alone or at him it felt like that to him when he was finally driving back to his house. How was he even going to tell his parents about this? He felt so lost. He didn't deserve this, Andrew could be the biggest fucker in town, but he had always been careful about using protection. How had this happened to him?

He knew that he would have to talk to Rayna though. He couldn't just back off after hearing this news. And he knew that keep staring blankly at the wall of his room just wouldn't make it better, he would have to talk things out with her. That was why he was finally leaving the house again and driving to her house. He didn't feel much different than when he found out as he walked to her porch and knocked on the door. It was just panic. She opened the door and left a sweet kiss on his lips before they walked to her leaving room, her body quickly snuggling against his as they sat on the couch. "I'm..." How was he? He didn't actually know the answer to that. "I don't know. I actually don't really know... I'm going to be honest to you, I've just been panicking." Andrew sighed, his fingers moving to stroke the uncovered skin between her shirt and her jeans. "How are you?" He asked gently.

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[andrew-evans-blog]

Drink it up // Pandrew

Andrew grabbed his wallet and wallet and got out of the appartment, going straight to his motorbike. He needed to stop by the liquor shop before getting to Puck's house. He had to remember to at least smack Puck's head for the mental image he gave him of their brothers getting on with each other. He had always thought his brother was gay, but it was just extra weird that he was his twin and was hooking up with his bestfriend's twins. It kind of wanted to make him punch Sam, especially because there had been some assholes that had already thought it was Andrew and not Sam. It fucked up with his reputation. He shrugged off those thoughts as he walked into the shop, using his fake ID he bought an absinthe bottle, one was enough to knock them down, especially when they also had beer. Getting back to his bike, it only took him some minutes to get to the Puckerman's residence, he walked up to the porch and knocked at the door waiting for Puck's to answer.

[andrew-evans-blog]

I don't care, just get it fast

Fine, dude. Relax.

[andrew-evans-blog]

Exactly. Get beer. I don't have nearly enough.

What about I get absinthe instead? Works a lot better than beer.

[andrew-evans-blog]

Do I really need to offer up anything other than the fact that our brothers are probably fucking right now?

Urgh. Disturbing. No, you don't need to say anything else.

[andrew-evans-blog]

Dude. Bro time needed asap.

I would agree with that. But what happened?

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[andrew-evans-blog]

This time's for real // Andrayna

[andrew-evans-blog]

thesocialberriegurl:

Rayna could sense a slight hint of hesitation in his voice as her spoke. She couldn’t really blame him though. It was probably freaking him the hell out inside. She was and she was 100% sure that baby was hers. The thought made her smile a bit as he continued. “I just wanna get it over with… not sure I could go nine months with out knowing.. and its not fair to either of you,” she spoke quietly. She shifted slowly so that she could sit up. Ray glanced at the pile of papers that sat on her desk from the hospital. Instruction and information about everything. “Its most likely in that pile…” she pointed taking him up on his offer to look for it. “Its a little pink paper and the writing is really bad,” she offered as he moved off the bed. Scooting back so that she could lean on the wall. “So you know that you and Garrett are going to have to be there.. right,” she spoke carefully. Rayna honestly had no idea what the situation was between the two boys. She couldn’t imagine it was all that good. Most of all she wanted to ask what happened if it was his… she kind of needed to know what the game plan was. but for some reason she was nervous… she blamed it on the hormones and the worry that if she talk to much baby stuff she would scare him off or something. 

Andrew wasn't really dying to know if the kid was his or not, it was too complicated to deal with, both hypotheses were. He bit down on his lip softly, thinking about what she was saying, that it was unfair for him and Garrett not to know. And it was, right? Especially to Garrett probably, he was all feelings and heart, he probably already loved that child, it would be awful for him if the idea of being a father grew even more on him and then everything be shattered because it turned out the baby was Andrew's. Finally, he shrugged his shoulders. "You're right, it wouldn't be fair." He was glad he had been developing the ability not to care all his life, it would probably be handy if the baby turned out to be Garrett's. He tapped his fingers lightly in the bed, his head was now focused on finding the paper, as if it was a mission, it was better than to keep thinking about the damn baby. Andrew nodded as she told him where the paper might be and he walked to the pile of paper, quickly searching for every pink paper that was in it so that then he could look for the right pink one. His lips pressed together at her question, long was the time where Garrett and him had been friends, Andrew had shattered their friendship and then make it even worse by making Rayna cheat on him and finally their friendship lost any possibility of reconstruction now that they didn't know which of them was Ray's baby's father. Andrew had never bothered about fixing his friendship with Garrett, except maybe for a while when he had pushed Ray away, before he found out about her pregnancy, but it was just like a week before he didn't give a shit again. But now, bothering or not, it just didn't seem to be a way to them ever getting along again. "Yeah, I know. It's not a big deal though, it's just exams, we don't even have to look at each other's face, I suppose." Andrew shrugged his shoulders, he truly couldn't care less, although if they found out the baby was Garrett's he might beat down the guy, probably to the point that Garrett would have to stay in the hospital. Having the pink papers sorted out from the pile, he ran his eyes through the quickly, trying to find the one that would have anything to do with a paternity test. "Here, I think I found it." He announced, walking back to the bed with the pink paper with bad writing in his hand.

[andrew-evans-blog]

riatimesthree:

andrew-evans:

riatimesthree:

andrew-evans:

ooc: you know that’s how stuff works for us ;)

Well feel free to skip people and go to me

ooc: ahaha. i’ll just reply to ray here first, then I’ll go to the chatzy.

That’s my boy

ooc: lol. sure xD

[andrew-evans-blog]

riatimesthree:

andrew-evans:

riatimesthree:

… You’re such a cunt love. And yeah you better !

ooc: you know that’s how stuff works for us ;)

Well feel free to skip people and go to me

ooc: ahaha. i'll just reply to ray here first, then I'll go to the chatzy.

[andrew-evans-blog]

riatimesthree:

... You're such a cunt love. And yeah you better !

ooc: you know that's how stuff works for us ;)

[andrew-evans-blog]

riatimesthree:

andrew-evans:

riatimesthree:

andrew-evans:

ooc: I know I was supposed to be back by friday. But it dragged on to the weekend. I’m back now.

I. AM. SO. HAPPY.

LOL! I would expect that :P I promise you that tomorrow I’ll get you your Madrew. I probably can do it today, cause my mind refuses to work, but I promise you’ll have it tomorrow ;)

Ugh you would be a douche and still make me wait a day! Make your brain work, ask ray, I’ve been like begging for you, I replied to the chatzy and everything -_______- you kill me

begging for me? *smirks* i'll check the chatzy. i can reply to that still today probably. ;) i need to reply to ray quickly then go check GSAA.