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Andy Davenport. Patient of Hollywood Health. My aim: @andydavenport666 There is no one I can belong to. //RP ACCOUNT ONLY//

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[i-am-andy-d]

Andy + Jordyn: The Aftermath

Jordyn had done everything she could to avoid Andy. She still wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, everything had been smooth and dandy for herself but she wasn’t ready to find out what had happened to Andy, fearful of what he might say to her. She was over the initial pain of being abandoned. 

Jordyn was reluctantly attending lunch that day, having been threatened with isolation again is she didn’t go eat. Eli said he’d escort her but he was nowhere to be seen. “Of course….” She threw herself down at the table on the farthest corner of the room, poking at the ham sandwich infront of her. Isolation for two days left Andy disoriented. He scarfed down the heap of macaroni and cheese the nurse put on his tray. He didn’t remember eating at all over the last 48 hours. For the first time, he hadn’t resisted the orderlies dragging him to isolation. He needed it. He felt so out of control when he kissed Jordyn. He needed to be removed, he knew it. Still, to keep up appearances, Andy found himself with bruises all over his body the second day, when the staff entered the room to evaluate him. Now, sitting in the cafeteria, he felt as if he was going to have a panic attack. He knew Jordyn was in the room, it was like he could feel her eyes burning into him. He pushed himself out of his seat and practically ran outside.

Jordyn’s eyes stuck like glue on the back of Andy’s head, he was all she could focus on. As age watched him get up and leave, Jordyn knew something was wrong. She quickly chased after him, following the man out of the cafeteria. “Andy…?” She called out, concern filling her voice.

Andy shook his head as he heard footsteps run after him. As she entered the room, he groaned. “I have three words for you, and they’re not I love you.”

Jordyn didn’t want to get angry with him, not at all, but she needed answers. “Yeah well I don’t love you either, not when you act like this! What the hell happened?!” She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest as she awaited her answers. “Well, that’s a relief” Andy quipped. He didn’t want to get angry, not if it made her kiss him again. Jordyn sighed and sat down, “Listen, I’m sorry. You have my sincerest apologies, if that’s what you need. I didn’t mean to… It was.. I don’t know what it was...impulse, I guess.” Her big green eyes glanced up at him. She wished she could express that she never intended for him to hate her. God, of course, she had to fuck up as soon as they were on good terms. “I don’t want you to hate me.” “Of course you don’t, because that would be simple and you just like to make everything so damn complicated.” Andy sighed, mumbling to both her and himself. “You’re so young, Jordyn. You make me feel like a pedophile, and to be honest, murderer was more than enough for my reputation. I don’t need underage lady fucker on my resume as well.” He tried to make what he was saying a joke, even if it was something he legitimately was worried about. “I’m not good first--” He gagged on the word boyfriend, not being able to even imagine attaching himself to her, “anything--material.” “Who says you’re a first anything?” Jordyn frowned, wondering what the hell he was on about. “I’m nineteen, not four. I think you’re over thinking one kiss way too much.” She sighed, running her hand through her hair. “If it’s too much then-- fine-- but you can’t deny you enjoyed it, not at first.” “I’m going to be pushed into being something, and I’m not ready for that, but you’re so…persistent.” Andy rubbed his hands over his face with another sigh. “Yeah, I get it, you’re nineteen, whatever. Jordyn, I’m fucking five years older than you. I mean, that’s such a gap for us. You’re supposed to have just graduated high school. I’m supposed to have just graduated college, like, what? Two…two years ago? It’s just…two different stages of life.” He decided to keep his mouth shut about enjoying the kiss. That factor didn’t matter. Jordyn laughed at his ramblings about age. “Seriously? I’m twenty in a month. It’s hardly an issue when we’re trapped in here.” She stood up again and paced as she spoke. “Is your hand okay?” She changed the subject, looking down at the fist that had gone through the wall only two days ago. “No, I’m serious! It’s different ways of thinking and different priorities and…I can’t do that. I can’t.” Andy shook his head. His heart started beating faster as he inwardly began to panic. He shook his head again, not saying a word. He looked down at his hand. It looked pretty bad, and maybe it was, but after being in so many fights, he had a pretty high tolerance for pain. Jordyn turned to face him, halting in her tracks. “Andy… Look at me, do I look like a child? Do I look like someone that can’t handle herself? I’m young, okay I’ll admit that but you’re making yourself sound like you’re in your forties.” She sighed before slowly approaching him. “I’m a grown ass woman and if that freaks you out then maybe I’m not the only one that’s ‘immature’!” “Yes! Yes, you DO look like someone that can’t handle herself! Have you looked around?” He laughed, part genuine part sarcastic. “Neither of us can, that’s why we’re here.” Jordyn nodded in agreement. “Alright, I’ll take that. But I wanted to kiss you. I like you. Not love, not wanting a relationship, but lust. That was all. Honestly, you’re not exactly boyfriend material and I’m not girlfriend material. But you’re not the only one that’s fucked up, Andy. It’s not just you that’s suffering or dealing with crap. But it’s easier WITH people, and I know I’d sure as he’ll prefer you over anyone else here. Even if you are scary and sarcastic.” “But what if I DIDN’T? What if I just wanted to…I don’t know. I’m just…I can’t be the person you think I am. I tried to be when we hung out, but that’s not who I really am. You know my real self, and that’s the guy that scares you, and WANTS to scare you. I just want to be alone, Jordyn. It’s easier” Jordyn glared up at the man, for once finally seeing beneath his scary exterior. “I want this side of you. The side that’s honest and actually speaks to me rather than gets angry and threatens me. I don’t believe that you WANT to scare me. I think that’s what you’ve tricked yourself into believing you have to be scary in order to keep people away, because you’re afraid of anyone getting close.” She raised an eyebrow, silently questioning if she was right. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “That’s not true at all. I DO want to scare you. How else am I going to get you to go away? Asking has never worked. I don’t like being around you, it feels weird. It’s…not acceptable. And I’m not AFRAID of anything, blondie. Don’t start with that therapist bullshit.” Andy laughed when she promised she wouldn’t hurt him. “You couldn’t if you tried.” “You know what. I’m gone, if that’s what you want so badly. I’ll transfer hospitals so you don’t have to see me again if I’m that fucking awful to be around.” Jordyn felt her anger rising but didn’t want to get to that level again, she stepped backwards. “I’m sorry I… Made you feel weird?” She couldn’t even comprehend what he was actually saying but that was why she had to turn away– she started heading towards the door. Andy rushed to the door and grabbed Jordyn’s arm, eyes pleading. “You’ll make it so hard for me to talk to you if you run away. You just told me what you wanted, and you did the complete opposite of that. I don’t understand you, Jordyn.” He murmured softly to her, almost desperately. For the first time in a very long time, the twenty-four year old felt confused. He knew he wasn’t in his element. This heart to heart thing was not his forte, but he didn’t know what else would work anymore. “You make me feel weird because I know what I want and yet you make me do the exact opposite of it. It IS weird. Our entire relationship, no matter what label it is, is weird.” Jordyn turned and looked him in the eye. “I’m doing what you want. All I want to do is make you happy, for some god unknown reason. So if you don’t want me around, then I’ll make myself scarce. Tell me what YOU want to do. You know what I want but we have to be able to compromise for things to work… I guess.” “You say that every time but you never do. Why don’t you tell me what you actually want, instead of what I wanna hear?” He raised an eyebrow, starting to get frustrated with talking. She wasn’t understanding, and he wasn’t either. He couldn’t express what he wanted. He didn’t know! He wanted Jordyn to be around, and yet another part of him wanted her to leave. He wanted to be with her, but another part of him cringed at the thought. He couldn’t make up his mind. Jordyn let her hand rest on top of Andy’s. “Okay…” In order to get out what she truly wanted to say, she had to muster up all of her courage. “You. No labels, no rules. Just you. I need someone to knock some sense into me from time to time. We don’t have to kiss or even hug but I’d like to know you at least want to be around me.” Andy unconsciously held her hand in his. He felt his face flush as he tried to think of how to express what he wanted. “I-I-I want to be around you–-part of me does, anyway–the selfish part. There’s just this other half of me that realizes why it’s so wrong for you, and I can’t help but care. I want you so fucking badly, in so many ways. I just know why I can’t--I can’t DO this--I can’t have you and it makes me not want to be around you.” Jordyn felt her heart beat pick up and a small smile found it’s way across her face. Finally, she felt like she was able to have a moment of clarity. “Okay, but like I said, I don’t have to give you any reasons to want me. I’ll wear the baggiest, most unflattering clothing! And a chastity belt.” She joked, looking up into the beautiful pools of blue in his eyes. “I’m sorry I kissed you before. Everything on your terms, I promise.” The girl absentmindedly ran her thumb over the back of his hand. “No–no–I don’t want that! I want…” Andy struggled to find the words. He didn’t want a relationship. He wanted to fuck her, but part of him would feel bad if he took advantage of her, he knew it. “I want someone to be with you who is good to you. I wanted someone to kiss you...better.” He didn’t even remotely know how to express what he meant by “better” without sounding like a fucking romance novel. “I don’t want you hanging around with people that push you around--people like me. You walk around like you’re invincible but you’re not. I’m...you don’t see me for what I obviously am, or you’d be running away from me just like everyone else is. But every selfish part of me wants to take full advantage of you. It’s just...better...if you stayed away.” Jordyn shook her head. “I don’t want to be treated in such a fragile way. I’m not about that! You know what I really want?” She smirked, “I really want a good fuck. I really want someone to just take my mind away from things for a while.” For the first time in a long time, Jordyn knew what she needed. She needed Andy. She needed something to take her mind off of the pain in her mind, something physical for once rather than always just emotion. “Well…I didn’t ask you what you wanted. So…” Andy shifted his eyes back and forth, smirking at her after, trying to appear more friendly than he felt. “Well… That’s what I want. So, either help me out or I’ll find someone else.” Jordyn flashed a cheeky smirk right back at him. “You deserve so much more than a quick fuck.” He wanted to say more, the words went through his brain, but they didn’t come out his mouth. You deserve for someone to care about you. You…you’re just as much of a fool I thought you were, cuz you can’t see that. “You foolish, foolish girl.” Andy felt brave as he put his hand on her cheek and gently smoothed his thumb over it. Jordyn closed her eyes at the contact. “You seem okay at the caring thing.” She muttered, stepping close to him. “I don’t deserve anything.” Jordyn shook her head, the feelings of loneliness from the past washing over her, wishing he would kiss her so she didn’t have to feel like this anymore.  “Then I hope you stay just as much of a fool as you are now.” He murmured, closing their lips in a kiss. He moved his hand down from her face to her hips and held her against him. Jordyn felt a sigh of relief escape her as their lips locked, she moved gently, slowly, taking it all in. There was force behind his touch, but she felt how unsteady his hands were as they held her against him. Was he trying to be gentle? Could he care for her? Finally, just as she was becoming desperate for the absence of thought, she the girl’s thoughts were silenced and nothing was more important right now than the feel of Andy touching her in the most intimate of ways. Her arms moved up to wrap around his neck, pulling herself up onto the tips of her toes as she parted her lips slightly, intensifying the kiss. Just as things were getting too intense, Andy turned his cheek. He felt himself slightly panting as his heart was racing so quickly that he swore Jordyn could feel it. He didn’t want to lose himself again, he couldn’t. He already felt too exposed. Jordyn took the older man’s face in her hands, making him look at her. “You’re way too good at that..” She whispered as she kissed his cheek, slowly dragging her lips down to the nape of his neck where she left heated kisses and slight teeth marks. Her tongue licked it’s way back up his neck and kisses trailed back down. “Too much experience.” Andy chuckled, hand trembling before knotting itself in her hair. “That’s not a bad thing.” Jordyn muttered, continuing to kiss his neck then back up to the corner of his mouth, pressing her lips against his again. Then, she tore herself away from the kiss. She smirked at him just as she was about to leave the room. “Now I’ll go, you know, before you punch a hole in the wall again.” 

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Andy and Jordyn: Jealousy

Andy sat in the rec room with the windows wide open to let the nearly summer air flow through the mental hospital. The bars on the windows kept the harsh reality of his incarceration present. This was his life now. Hollywood Health. He hated every second of it. To preoccupy himself, he kept his nose in his sketchbook. Finally, after an hour, he glanced up, rubbing his aching neck. “Need a neck rub?” A voice asked. Andy turned to lock eyes with a black haired beauty. She stunned him. His expression didn’t change, but his entire train of thought was lost. His blue eyes moved over her entire being. Long black hair, dark brown eyes, glossy red lips, a perfectly fit body…she could have been a model. Hell, for all he knew, she was. Her long, razor sharp fingernails dragged over the back of his neck boldly. He clenched his teeth to avoid a shiver of pleasure going down his neck. “Watch it.” He growled, grabbing her wrist. Jordyn’s eyes ran over the book in her hand, why Eli had recommended this she’ll never know. It was one of those self help books entitled “Date Yourself”, she was never one to believe this bullshit– that books like this can heal. But she’d attempt it, maybe. I mean Jordyn at one time or another was know to have bent backwards for her therapist just to get a little appraisal from him. “Jordyn, do you mind if I have the room for a little bit?” Her roommate asked, looking up from the other bed. “Um… Sure?” She raised an eyebrow before getting up from her bed and slamming the door closed behind her. For all she knew the girl probably wanted to have someone over. But the nineteen year old quite enjoyed the silence of the rec room on evenings like this, everyone was usually eating so it was the perfect time for peace and quiet. She headed down the stairs and walked towards the rec room. “Oh, calm down.” The woman groaned. “No reason to growl, mister king of the jungle.” She sat beside him, resting a hand on his leg as she did. “I don’t bite…hard.” “How disappointing.” Andy murmured. As Jordyn approached the room she heard voices, a sigh escaped her lips before she rounded the corner to spot Andy, a smile quickly grew on her lips as her eyes wondered over him, she hadn’t yet noticed the girl– or the fact that her hand was on his leg but when she did the smile quickly dropped from her mouth, and turned into a frown. She wasn’t sure entirely why the pang of jealousy hit so hard, maybe it was because Andy had told her he didn’t like to a touched but here she was rubbing all over his leg with her claw like hands. “Uhm. Am I interrupting something?” “Nope!” Ali smiled, but didn’t move. “Seen Luke around?” She asked. Andy laughed out loud. Seriously? This girl had a boyfriend in this place and she was attempting shit? She definitely had some nerve. Jordyn’s eyes narrowed, she knew Luke? “He’s been hiding in his room the past couple of days.” She muttered, holding back all her thoughts of anger, so this was the girl that had upset him. “I’m thinking its time you step out.” Andy whispered, almost in the woman’s ear. “Wouldn’t want poor Luke to fret.” “As if he’s not already.” Ali groaned. As she left the room, she threw a comment over her shoulder at Jordyn. “You know, you shouldn’t narrow your eyes like that–causes WICKED wrinkles. Bye!” Andy bit his lip to keep from cracking up. So this was girl world. Jordyn watched the woman leave, a growl etching on her lips. “Yeah, and you shouldn’t try to sleep around like that, leaves a WICKED reputation.” She called over her shoulder, she knew the comment was catty but she’d hurt Luke and that was not acceptable. She span back to face Andy. “I don’t know what you’re grinning about, you were very nearly her next victim. Why would you even let her near you?!” “Jordyn, she doesn’t have the plague.” Andy chuckled. “She’s just a girl.” “No, she’s not just a girl! Oh for god’s sake, you don’t get it, do you? She’s poison.” Jordyn hissed, walking closer to the man. Her messy hair fell over her face, her new dye job meaning all the blue was gone. “She’s… She’s.. A slut!” The angry and jealousy moulded into one as she now stood infront of the twenty four year old, “Is that your type then?” Andy couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Jordyn! Come on!” “I’m serious! Is that your type? Girls that throw themselves at anyone with a pulse and have to prance around practically half naked just to get attention?” The young girls face turned a furious shade of red as the words relentlessly rolled of her tongue. No wonder Andy never made any advances on her, she didn’t look anything like Ali. She was being childish again, but this time Andy found it more endearing than anything else. Obviously Jordyn really cared what he was doing with himself, not that she had any reason to worry. Any shot her a warning glare as she continued to yell at him. “Keep in mind who you’re talking to, princess.” He growled. “I’m talking to an obviously oblivious man! Who can’t see a good thing when it’s right infront of him. You know she’s like some psycho murder sex addict right?! She’d fuck you and kill you probably!” The anger grew within her, Jordyn wasn’t even aware she was this passionate about it all, but here she was shouting as loud as her voice could carry. True to form, Andy felt anger rise up from within the pit of his stomach. By the time he leaped up from the couch and crashed into Jordyn, he was only just beginning to understand the true extent of his anger as he pinned her against the wall. He held her jaw tight in his hand. “I warned you. Stop.” There was a gleam of light in his eyes, almost as if he was amused, but it didn’t register with his thoughts. Jordyn was sick of this game between the two. How is it that she always ended up pinned against the wall? “Or what?” Jordyn pushed, but the words struggled to come out through her clamped jaw. “I’m not scared of you, Andy.” His name came out of her mouth slowly as her hands found a tight grip on his upper arms. The thought of having no power in the situation infuriated Andy to no end. His goal was the be intimidating, that was the only way he survived this place. Hell, it was the only way he survived life. He was someone to be feared, and he always liked it that way. This girl, thinking she could somehow ruin that, made him want to strangle her. “Then you’re more of a fool than I thought you were.” Jordyn smirked, “Shut. Up.” She whispered through gritted teeth before pulling his body closer and pushing her lips against his in a kiss that started off too hard to be considered loving, lustful maybe, filled with hate for his over controlling nature mostly though. As he watched her lips form a smile, he felt himself scowl. He hated it. He wanted to throw her against another wall. What the hell was there to smile about? All of a sudden, Jordyn’s lips crashed against his. Without a second thought, his lips moved against hers. His hand moved from the harsh grip on her jaw to knotting itself in her hair. One hand on her hip pressed her against the wall tightly as Andy lost himself in the kiss. Jordyn’s racing mind quieted down, her heart was the only thing working over time now as her hand worked it’s way over his chest and up to his jaw, lightly grasping at his strong jawline. A slight moan escaped her as she felt herself being pushed against his strong body and the wall. No part of her ever wanted this kiss to end. It was the most spontaneous and passionate kiss she’d ever had, her hands wandered over his body again, lightly pulling at the bottom of his shirt. This wasn’t the way this should have gone and he knew it too. He wanted more for her. He wanted her to be with someone who loved her more than anything else, but he wasn’t that kind of guy. He never could be. He didn’t hold her lovingly, there was force behind every action he laid upon her. He hated her for putting him in this position, for making him realize that he wanted her, not in a way that anyone should have her. As his shirt started to lift, Andy pushed himself away from her. Running frustrated hands through his hair, he felt his heart beat out of his chest. One glance at Jordyn and all of a sudden his hand went straight through the rec room wall. “Jesus fucking Christ! What the hell?” Two orderlies came rushing into the room and quickly grabbed Andy from the back of his shirt and pushed him to the infirmary. Andy’s eyes didn’t leave Jordyn’s as they dragged him away. “Stay away from me.” Jordyn’s mind couldn’t comprehend what had happened, all she could let out was a scream as his hand went through the wall. Tears pricked at her eyes as he was dragged away, his words cutting deep. The nineteen year old pushed her hair away from her face and bought her fingers up to her lips, she could still feel where his had been only moments ago. “I… I don’t know..” She muttered as a guard tried to speak to her, asking exactly what had happened. 

“Are you hurt?” 

“N…no.” The girl stood in complete shock, nothing but confusion washing over her.

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Andy + Jordyn: Your Soon To Be Greatest Friend

After last night’s…interesting…events, Jordyn had snuck off to her room and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, never fully being able to drift off to sleep. Her mind was reeling with all the excitement of what had happened. After contemplating all her options, she decided the one thing she really must do is apologize, so she got out of bed very early to write a note to Andy. It read: Andy, I thought it would only be best (in light of recent events) to apologize for my behavior over the past couple of days, I hope you know they had no negative intentions but I can understand how they could be perceived that way. I’m respecting your privacy and I’ll leave you alone until you feel ready to approach me, but until then, I hope this note makes things at least a little better. From, you’re soon to be greatest friend. It was light-hearted but, what she figured he needed to hear. The girl approached his bedroom door and came to a problem, does she knock and hand it to him or push it underneath? She would’ve preferred to have some blue tack and stuck it to the door for when he woke up and came outside but she’d hung around for way too long now that it was probably starting to look suspicious. Jordyn slipped the note underneath the door and turned on her heels to begin walking away. Andy refused to wake up that morning when the nurses came in. In fact, he had put a chair behind the door after pushing the two women out of the room. For fifteen minutes, Andy slept while the hospital staff scrambled to break into the rebel’s room. Then, just as three buff orderlies were about to break down the door, Andy flung it open with a big smile. He stretched and  faked a yawn just to get under their skin. “Morning, guys.” The twenty four year old greeted them casually, despite the sweat dripping down the nurses’ foreheads. Andy walked down the hallway, flipping the letter between his fingers in his pocket. Once he was out of sight of the staff, he pulled out the letter and read it on his way to breakfast “Apologies, apologies, soon to be your greatest friend…yeah.” Andy muttered to himself before tossing the note in the trash. He couldn’t keep it, not that he wanted to. If a nurse had seen it, they’d surely use Jordyn as a new incentive to cooperate. /// A few days later, Andy was back at breakfast with his feet on the table. He sat back while reading the newspaper and casually sipping on a cup of black coffee. Jordyn walked into the room, her hair up in a messy bun on the top of her head and bags under her eyes, sleep had escaped her, tortured by nightmares and panic attacks. It was taking it’s toll and the only reason she was down for breakfast was because the nurses had forced her to come down and eat something otherwise she was going to be sent to isolation. The black coffee felt bitter on her tongue and the toast that sat in front of her was soggy and unappetizing. Jordyn was convinced she’d be a skeleton by the time he left this place if they didn’t start putting decent food out. Andy ate another forkful of a warm, yet mildly rubbery, pancake drowned in maple syrup. He could hear the other patient’s conversations. Every patient loved to gossip from what he could tell. Half the time it was about the new murderer up in level three. “Did you know he pushed the nurses out of his room?” “Yeah, yeah! He even locked the door!” A small smirk slipped onto his lips. Hey, if he did have to stay here the rest of his life, at least he would have fun. Jordyn looked up, scanning the room to see which patients were enjoying their breakfast. Her eyes caught sight of Andy, a smirk plastered on his face, her curiosity peaked, wondering what may have amused the emotionless man. She gave a small wave from across the room, wondering if he’d even noticed her. Andy’s half smile stayed on his face when he saw Jordyn making eyes at him. As he suspected, she gave him a little wave. Folding down his newspaper to get a full view of her, he waved back. She looked cute. Not sexy, not hot, but cute. The kind of cute that occurs when a man observes a woman just waking up in the morning; wide anime eyes and messy hair. He assumed she slapped on a bit of make up in an attempt to mask how tired she really was, but he couldn’t tell for sure. Just to tease her, Andy pretended to go back to reading the paper. Jordyn sighed as he went back to his newspaper, the nineteen figured she really had pissed him off. Why is it that she couldn’t seem to find one friend in this place? It was horrible being so alone all the time, a yawn escaped her and brought her out of her thoughts. She clasped a hand over her mouth to cover it and laid her head down on the table, using her arms as pillows. Andy folded down the newspaper after reading another article. Apparently, Trump won the Republican nomination. Great. Andy, for once, was thankful that he was in HH and not out there. The political system was going to shit. Seeing Jordyn lay down on her arms, Andy looked around for something to throw at her. Finally spying a green grape, he took it and lobbed it at her forehead. As Jordyn felt a small object hitting her forehead, she immediately shot up, seeing Andy being the culprit of the grape launcher. She pointed at him and held up the grape, throwing it back… It barely reached him and she gave a sigh of disappointment. “Fuck..” A small smile made it’s way onto her lips. Andy rolled his eyes at her sad attempt to hit him back. Despite her awkwardly awful throwing skills, he waved her over. As she sat down, he looked her over. “You look…tired.” “No shit.” Jordyn muttered sarcastically, a smirk crossed her face as she looked up at him. “I’m not… Well, sleeping.” A bitter chuckle escaped, this wasn’t a new development, she’d always struggled with insomnia for as long as she could remember but the nurses refused to give her anything to help in case she abuses it. Not really knowing what to say or how to help, Andy decided to be his usual self and make a joke most women wouldn’t be happy with. “Well, there’s only one option left.” He sighed, pretending to be sad. With a smirk he added, “You’ll have to prostitute yourself to your therapist.” “Trust me, I’ve tried that. It nearly worked but he’s aiming for a promotion so he stopped. He’s fucking hot too, real shame.” Jordyn laughed, was Andy showing his sense of humor? Was this him opening up? He could actually be quite nice when he didn’t have a stick up his ass. Andy shrugged, “You’re probably not pushing hard enough. Show up in a trench coat and some thigh high boots–nothing else. Then, sit back with your legs open. He’ll just stare at your vag the whole time. I mean, it’s too awkward for him to ask if you’re not wearing underwear, so I assume he’ll just stare the whole time.” Jordyn scoffed “I’m sure that’s something you’d like. But I’m not sure that’d fully work on him.” She laughed before taking a sip of coffee, she cringed at the taste again but the caffeine was desperately needed. “This coffee is awful.” “You’re literally insinuating that I would like to see a girl, who is five years my junior, naked. You’re literally barely legal, blondie.” Andy laughed. Part of him felt disgusted suddenly. Did he want to see such a young girl naked? Why did this feel like boarder-line pedophilia? Maybe he deserved to be in here. Andy chuckled again at her criticism of the coffee. “Try putting milk and sugar in it if you hate it that much. Not everyone is born to like black coffee.” Jordyn raised her eyebrow “With enough experience to know I’m better than most girls in here.” She quipped, following it with a wink. “I like black coffee, it’s just whatever beans they use here and cheap and nasty.” She wanted to protest against the drinks and food they’d served here but knew that wouldn’t work. “Stop winking at me, barely legal.” Andy rolled his eyes, but a smile was still slightly playing at his lips. “Yeah, well, I highly doubt they’d waste good food on us. It’s rubber pancakes for life for us.”

Jordyn laughed softly, “You’re only saying that because you’re tempted by me!” She teased and leant on the table, leaning across. “So, have you been exploring here recently? It’s really nice outside actually.” She fancied going for a walk in the garden and quite liked the idea of taking Andy with her.

Andy rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck. He didn’t know what to say. He could deny wanting her, but he refused to admit it. Would she take his silence as an agreement? Andy felt like he couldn’t win, so he gladly moved on to the new topic. “You think they let the murderer out of their sight?”

Jordyn watched his face, attempting to stifle a laugh at his silence but failed and a giggle passed her lips. “Knew it!” She muttered to herself, as she spoke she wrapped a strand of hair around her finger and played with it absentmindedly, “There’s always a guard outside but he’s lazy and disappears to smoke all the time, c'mon! It’ll be fun!“ 

Andy raised an eyebrow, tentatively trying to work out all the reasons why he shouldn’t do this. Maybe Jordyn could get in trouble. Then again, he assumed the punishment couldn’t be that bad. It wasn’t like she wasn’t allowed outside. “Ok, on one condition: if we get caught, you’re getting out of there as soon as fucking possible.“ 

Jordyn nodded in agreement. “I’m gonna grab a jacket, meet me at the back door in 5 minutes!” She felt excitement run through her as she leapt up from her seat and skipped off to her room, once up there she quickly slipped off her leggings and pulled on a skin tight pair of blue jeans and a strappy black vest top. She felt cute and all she needed to do now was apply a little more concealer and foundation and she looked ready for the day. Her roommate tried to talk to her as she got changed but Jordyn only briefly nodded then slipped away again, to meet Andy. Admittedly, she didn’t need a jacket, it was warm enough outside, but she did want to change to look more presentable.

Andy felt his heart flutter as Jordyn’s excitement became evident. She was cute when she smiled like that; with a smile that seemed to reach her eyes. He could tell her feelings were genuine. However, as per usual, Andy quickly composed himself. He never let himself feel anything more than momentary happiness. He was in a mental hospital. This wasn’t a vacation. He was here to serve out a prison sentence. He was here to die. Still, he stood in the lobby and fixed his hair before going to the back door to meet Jordyn. 

 Jordyn made her way down the stairs and as she hit the bottom step, she spotted Andy at the door. “Long time no see.” Jordyn smiled and walked towards him, “You have very fluffy hair.” She commented before opening the door and stepping out into the sun.

Andy tried not to stare as Jordyn came down the stairs. He let his eyes linger for a moment but then he looked away passively. He didn’t care, he assured himself. He didn’t care if she looked pretty. Or beautiful. Or anything of the sort. Andy shook his head with a laugh. “If by fluffy you mean straight then yeah, I do." 

Jordyn stood on the patio for a few moments, breathing in deeply as the sun washed over her. "Isn’t it nice out here? Follow me, there’s like a little hidden bit.” She explained as she made a beeline for the bushes and trees, they hid a little patch of grass that Jordyn referred to as her secret garden, there was a little pond and flowers scattered through the grass– her perfect little hide away. “If we’re quiet, no one will know we’re out here." 

Andy trailed behind Jordyn for a moment. Part of him worried she would get in trouble for being hidden. Tossing a look over his shoulder, he watched the orderly drag on his cigarette. He seemed distracted enough. Andy tried to let his guard down as Jordyn lead him to her hideout. Passing through the HH fence, finally they reached the a pond with flowers that looked almost over saturated in color. Hummingbirds zoomed by and bees buzzed lazily making their way through the area. A single, small, white butterfly (or was it a moth? Andy never knew the difference) inspected the green grass. The place was truly extraordinary. It seemed weird to Andy that something so beautiful could be near the place that brought its inhabitants so much pain. "Hmm, that’s unfortunate, I prefer my women loud.” Andy mumbled to himself. 

Jordyn turned around, catching his mumble and she laughed. “That’s naughty, stop!” She pushed his shoulder playfully then retracted her hand quickly, remembering he didn’t like to be touched. “Sorry…” She quickly whispered before sitting down and slipping off her shoes to dip them into the cool water of the pond. 

An ever so slight redness brushed onto Andy’s face as Jordyn playfully scolded him. “I wasn’t talking about you, Miss Ego-Manical!” He laughed. However, his smile faltered for a second when she touched him. He shook his head when she apologized. “It happens.” Andy shrugged. It was uncharacteristic of him not to be angry, but for once, he was in too good of a mood to get so irate. 

“Can I ask why you don’t like that? Is it all contact or just… People you don’t know?” Jordyn asked, cocking her head as she looked up at him, her curiosity was always so peaked by him. Andy was just one of those people that were constantly interesting.

Andy didn’t know what to say. He always remembered not being a fan of personal contact. While trying to think of a response, he shrugged. “I don’t know.” Maybe Andy was this way because he didn’t like people and contact.

Jordyn nodded, “Everyone’s got their boundaries. I don’t like feet, it’s not the same but I kinda get it.” She chuckled then tapped the ground next to her, beckoning Andy to sit down. “I wish I had a bikini with me, I’d go swimming right now if I did!”

Andy nodded. He stored the new information carefully into the (larger than he’d like) part of his brain Jordyn occupied. Andy sat down next to her, feet planted firmly on the ground with his knees bumping his chest. He leaned back on his hands, allowing himself to spread out. “Is this the part where you try to seduce me by skinny dipping?”

Jordyn cocked an eyebrow and shot a look at him “Barely legal.” She mimicked his words from before “But honestly, I would if you want to.” She smirked, if there was one thing Jordyn was confident with, it was her body, it was curvy in the right places, her ass remained plump from squats and her breasts were perky because she still had her youth. She loved showing it all off, especially to someone who she knew kept staring at her when he thought she couldn’t see.

Andy felt himself start to lose his resolve to deny Jordyn’s advances. He couldn’t help but notice her breasts in her almost low-cut top. The way her blond hair gently cascaded down the side of her face memorized him. Her green eyes watching his lips, waiting for him to kiss her, turned him on. Knowing such a beautiful woman wanted him caused him to fantasize about grabbing her hips and immediately pressing her against him. For a moment, he wanted her so badly, he could almost–Andy snapped out of his fantasy quickly, pushing Jordyn straight into the pond. As her head went under water, the twenty-four year old sighed in relief.

Jordyn screamed as her body hit the water, she’d scrabbled to try and grab his shirt but missed as she fell backwards. After a few seconds of dropping to the floor of the pond, the nineteen year old pushed herself out of the water. She came up gracefully, flicking her long blonde hair back, a flow of water cascading behind her. A smirk grew on her lips "You mother fucker.” Jordyn pulled her top off and threw it on the ground beside Andy, it was only weighing her down, however she was sneakily using this manoeuvre to distract Andy as she grabbed his leg and pulled him into the cold water. The momentary feeling of relief passed the second Jordyn stripped her shirt off. Andy moved to grab her hand, missed, and tried to grab her shirt. Just as he was about to take a handful of the wet shirt, he felt a tug on his right leg. Cold water seeped into his bones, chilling him to the core. The sensation shocked him so much that he nearly jumped out of the water. As he was climbing out, he shoved Jordyn back into the water.

“You wanna play?” He laughed with a wicked smile. Jordyn stripped him of his shirt, throwing it next to hers. "Who says I’ll lose?” Her lip was pulled between her teeth as a smirk appeared. Her hands cupped together under the water, gathering enough between her palms and threw it over his head then swam away before he could get her back. Andy shook his head before diving under water to swim across the pond. He caught up to Jordyn and sprang up to the surface. He wasted no time splashing her in the face. Then, once he did, he caught her wrists and held them so she couldn’t do it back.

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((I don’t think we ever finished this? PS: remember when they fucked in the pond?))

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Andy + Jordyn: Nightmare

Every once in a blue moon, Jordyn would have the pleasure of a peaceful night and sweet dreams, which is what she’d hoped for when curling into bed that night. But, maybe the stars just weren’t in her favor that night. The dreams started off sweet, the nineteen year old was laying in a field, soaking up the warm sun rays, her nose filled with the gentle scent of daisies. But as she lifted her head to look around, it went cold and dark, four walls closed around her and her limbs were restrained to the bed, the sweet daisy scent quickly turned sour, like mold was creeping it’s way into her sinuses. Her weak body pulled against the constraints but it was no use, she tried to let out a scream but only the faintest whisper escaped her lips. Then, out of the corner of her eye, a massive figure loomed over her, it was tall, thin and had to hunch over to see her face. Jordyn woke up in a sweat, screaming and tears streaming down her face. The fear was too much to handle and while her body was still stuck on auto pilot, she didn’t think twice about sneaking out of her room and running to the room that had been her sanctuary. The tears still rolled down her cheeks and the faster she ran, the more her sleep hazed body felt it was escaping the monster in her nightmare. The door flung open with such speed that Jordyn’s only concern was that a nurse may hear her, she threw herself onto the bed and curled up, not even aware that there was someone occupying this room who definitely wouldn’t be happy to see her at 3 in the morning.

Sounds of rain pouring down on the rooftop and thunder angrily striking the ground interfered with the sleeping patients of Hollywood Health. Ever since the nurses stopped shooting Andy with sedatives, he had a hard time going to sleep. He never felt like he could let his guard down. A cocktail of uncertainty and fear kept the twenty-four year old awake until the early hours of the morning. Flashbacks of his arrival replayed over and over again. 

No matter how many times his brain forced him to relive the experience, the haziness of the drugs continued to suppress the full extent of what happened that night. With a frustrated sigh, Andy glanced at the clock for the final time around 2:30 before finally falling asleep. He awoke with a fright, sitting straight up in his bed as the door slammed against the wall. Without any hesitation, Andy grabbed the intruder by the throat and pinned them to the bed with his body. Adrenaline overwhelmed his system. It didn’t dawn on him who was underneath him until he had already begun squeezing this person’s throat. 

Completely unhanding her, Andy sprang up from the bed and jammed himself in the corner of the room. He didn’t have any words, but his face with red with rage, illuminated by the lightening. He had to calm down. He could have killed her. The thought contentiously ran through his mind. He could have killed her. 

Jordyn didn’t even have time to scream, no air was getting into her throat and when he suddenly let go, she struggled to catch her breath back. Jordyn spluttered as she sat up slowly, gripping at her throat as pain seared through her little body. She was almost just as shocked as he was, she’d completely forgotten that Andy had moved into this room. “Fuck!” The girl gasped as she became aware of her surroundings. “What the fuck?! Why… Why am I in here?” Her mind raced as then flashbacks of her night terror hit her and she winced. Jordyn looked down at herself, suddenly feeling very aware that she was only in boxer briefs and a crop top. “I’m so sorry!”

Andy bit his lip until he felt blood gently pool into his mouth. He tried desperately not to scream at the girl. How could she be so stupid? Who walks in on the resident murderer? She never believed she was in danger when she was with him; always making a joke and pushing his buttons but now she’d done it. She was going to be the reason he’d end up in here for life.

Jordyn stood up slowly and held her hands out in front of her, in surrender. “Alright, you look a thousand times more distressed then me.” She bit her lip and took another step closer. “I forgot. I completely forgot. I told you I used to come in here a lot. Are you okay though? Your lip is bleeding.” Her eyes adjusted to the light as she got closer to the window, a flash of lightening caught her off guard and caused her to jump slightly, this night was weird, her skin crawled at the thought of nearly having her life taken away from her. As suddenly she was struck with the thought of Andy being the monster in her mind. He was nearly tall enough.

Andy shook his head slowly and repeatedly. He wasn’t ok. He wasn’t ok. He could have killed her. Rage bubbled within him, threatening to spill out of him and drown Jordyn within it. He thought that in this moment, if she asked, he’d surely kill her. Everyone already thought he was a murderer anyway. Finally, Andy met Jordyn’s gaze. Swallowing the blood in his mouth, his lips finally parted. The tone of his voice was laced with anger and desperation all at once. “You,” He started, teeth clenched. “Are the exact reason this place needs locks.”

Jordyn watched the anger wash over Andy’s face, she felt incredibly guilty for making him feel this way but, for once she was actually glad to have someone in this room. There was no way she could be alone anymore, even if he was seething with anger. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to. It won’t happen again. I just got… Scared.” She admitted, biting on the inside of her cheek as she carefully continued to approach him.

“Get the fuck away from me, Jordyn!” Andy growled, finger pointing to the bed. “I don’t want you any where near me! I never have! And–and you keep pushing and pushing and this is what you got!” The anger Andy so desperately tried to withhold flowed out of him as if a dam had broken. The thought of her trying to approach her (almost) murderer angered Andy beyond all logical sense. Was she really just that stupid? “You could have died! What part of murderer are you not getting?!”

Jordyn ran over to the bed, covering herself up with the duvet. “You’re scaring me.” She whispered, pushing herself up to the wall. “Please stop. I didn’t know you were going to do that! I’m hardly to blame for you trying to kill me!” Her voice picked up as she got more and more fed up of Andy blaming her for his paranoia, at least she’d apologized for her mistake.

Andy felt a pang of guilt as lightened flashed and he could see into Jordyn’s scared green eyes. A part of him he refused to recognize wanted to crawl in bed with her and promise he’d protect her; that he’d never hurt her–no one would. With a deep exhale, Andy finally calmed down enough to feel the pounding headache that Jordyn brought along with her every time they interacted. Squeezing his temples with his fingers and closing his eyes shut, he lowered his voice to a softer tone. He sounded more pleading than he had wanted to. “Good. Then go.”

“No, I can’t.” Jordyn shook her head quickly, she didn’t want to explain how scared and weak she was. It wasn’t an easy thing to admit. She was usually so good at hiding this side of herself but in less than a week Andy had already seen her panicking and in the after math of night terrors. “I know it’s your room but I… I can’t go back to my room. I’m sorry.”

Andy shook his head. “That’s not good enough. This can’t happen Jordyn. You don’t know the shit I’m dealing with, ok, but if it makes me wake up out of a dead sleep and choke people, you shouldn’t be able to run in here. We’re asking for a room change in the morning, and that’s going to be the end of this.” 

Jordyn shook her head and stood up again. “Andy please!” She begged and jumped up from the bed, walking up to him again. “You don’t know what I’m dealing with either, that’s why I need you to let me stay in here. I’ll sleep in the corner. You won’t even know I’m here. I’m sorry.” The nineteen year old lowered her head and offered her hand out. As if she was showing him he could take his bed back.

Andy roughly grabbed Jordyn’s shoulder and pushed her back onto the bed before going to the opposite side of the room, sinking down to rest his back on the bathroom door. “If you keep coming towards me, I’m going to get those restraints and I’ll tie you to your bed.” The man shook his head. He was so fed up with this shit. Jordyn was too immature to understand the danger being with him was to her entire being. If he hurt her, not only would she be dead, but he’d have to stay in this mental hospital for life. Both their lives would be ruined. She couldn’t keep putting his life in jeopardy. "We’re getting a room change in the morning, Jordyn. I don’t care what you’re going through. Your shit won’t kill me, but mine will kill you.“

Jordyn sighed as she hit the bed. "I… Don’t want you to. You don’t scare me.” She couldn’t explain it but her fear was focused more on her mental problems then it was on his threats. The problem was, she was so distracted and preoccupied by herself all the time that she never had to think about anyone else before but she was starting to get it now, “You won’t kill me. You would’ve done it by now if you’d really wanted to.”

“I just tried to!!” Andy yelled. “What do I have to do? Beat you? Do you want me to slap you? You make me want to!”

“That’s my point, you stopped! You know killing me, or even hurting me would be the stupidest fucking move on your part. When are we going to move past this hostility?! I hate that you hate me because I really li–” Jordyn shut herself up before the rest of that sentence slipped out. Jordyn fancied the murderer. Jordyn fancied the murderer. Her mind chanted at her, mockingly. Maybe she really was as messed up as people kept telling her.

“When you start respecting me, Jordyn! You can’t just force a friendship on someone! And, to boot, you really can’t just decide that your forced friend victim’s room is your room! It’s–weird!” Andy ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Yet again, he took time to close his eyes and calm down. The rain started to calm down, still falling steadily on the rooftop, but absent the lightening and the thunder. Andy’s voice dropped back down to a whisper. “You can’t keep doing this whole song and dance with me, Jordyn. I can’t be forced to be your friend. If you want to be my friend, you have to let me warm up to you first. This barging in my room, sitting with me at lunch, trying to care about me when I hardly know you…I’m not the guy that gets caught up in a whirl-wind romance. I’m also not the kind of guy that responds to…to…I don’t know, friendship rape.”

Jordyn stood, jaw gaped open her fists balled up with rage, was continuous apologies not enough? Was trying to offer someone a bit of company not enough? “I misjudged you.” She shook her head and stepped back, “You don’t wanna be friends? Fine. I never did have many anyway, but I didn’t force anything. You’re an asshole, like a major fucking dickhead. You just nearly killed me and didn’t even give me a fucking apology! You’re a real piece of work, Andy. And you can’t even see that maybe, just maybe I didn’t want /friendship/ I mean, maybe you’re used to sluttier looking girls throwing themselves at you because oh you’re mister handsome and mysterious but I’m not one of your whores! And I saw the way you looked at me the other day so don’t even act like you don’t feel the same thing I do! That’s why you wouldn’t kill me, even if I do frustrate you!” Jordyn rambled, her emotions had fully taken over, it was like someone turned on a tap and they just kept coming.

Andy sprang forward and pushed Jordyn against the wall, lips coming into close contact with hers with every word he said. His hand fell on her neck again with just enough pressure from his body to keep her against him and the wall. “Start listening to me before you get so damn offensive! I want a friendship first, you insufferable woman! I just think you’re so damn childish and stubborn, you’re not gonna be worth my investment! Start showing me you’re listening to me! Jordyn, Jordyn, look at me. Shut up and look at me.” The twenty-four year old commanded the respect he had never been given. She was going to listen to him, and change, if she wanted him–so help him god. 

“I want to be your friend, because I think you’re an attractive young woman. Young, young, young woman. I don’t want to do my usual routine of fucking a woman and being done with her, though, frankly…I–” Andy shook his head. He couldn’t even say it. She was acting like a child. He couldn’t hit on her when she was like this. “I can’t think of you in that way when all you do is say things like and act like a child. So show me how mature you are. Just show me. Respect my space, and let us fade into something naturally. I’ve never had a long-term girlfriend, let alone a friend. I think I’d like one, eventually.” He decided it was best to leave the exact extent of what he wanted from her left to her imagination. “Yes, ok, I did try to kill you. No, I didn’t apologize, because you busted through my door. You did the apologizing because you did something wrong. I was defending myself. You don’t know my demons Jordyn, and I’m not willing to share them with you when you act like this little girl. And–and–listen, ok, before you go off on me again, I’m not trying to insult you, alright? I’m trying to honestly get through to you because I want to like you. I’m just having a hard time because I feel like you’re suffocating me. It’s 3:30 in the morning, blondie. I can’t…I mean…do you get what I’m trying to say?”

Jordyn gasped, hands clasping at his shirt as she collided with the wall, suspended between Andy and the wall. She nodded along with him, not wanting to say anything that could upset him but the only thing she wanted to scream was ‘I was right. He likes me.’ But she kept her mouth shut. She’d learnt her lesson. “Okay, I can do that.” She nodded as her eyes locked onto his, the palms of her hands flattened against his chest and she couldn’t help but take in his scent. Overwhelmed by the moment, she felt herself almost giving in to it and leaning in to close the fraction of an inch between their lips, but she stopped herself.

Andy sighed, looking off to the side. He shook his head with an incredulous smirk. She was unbelievable. He gave her this whole lecture, and yet she was all over him. “Okay…rule number one, hmm? My room is mine.” He waited for her to nod before continuing on with his second set of rules. “And, rule two is very important, blondie, eyes up. I…I’m not a huge fan of people touching me. So…” Andy stepped away from Jordyn, allowing her to get off of him and the wall. He gently placed her hands at her sides. “I never have been. I have hugged my own mother collectively three times. You and I–we’re not going to touch a lot. Even if your little dream comes true.” He winked at her. Glancing at the clock, Andy stiffed a yawn. “I’m sure I’ve got more things I’m uncomfortable with you doing, but for right now, all I can think about is stressing to you how much I enjoy being alone. If you see me at lunch, and I’m sitting alone, I’m very happy. Please, please, don’t ruin my happiness. If I want to sit next to you, I will. If you’re lonely, you’re the one with friends–not me. Right?”

Jordyn felt a little disheartened, questioning her taste in men massively! Was Andy even worth all the trouble? There were men in here that she could just click her slender fingers at and they’d kiss the very ground she walked on. Her own therapist had made several passes, too! But maybe it was the challenge keeping her interested. “I’ve got some rules of my own.” She smirked, pressing herself up against the wall, swaying her hips slightly as she spoke. “One, don’t ever, ever strangle me again. Unless I specifically ask for it. Two, the episode I had the other day, they’re quite frequent for me, you might want to do your homework if you really want to be my friend and three, anything any of my 'friends’ say to you about me, just ignore.” Jordyn nodded and tapped his shoulder before turning away and heading towards the door. “Oh and one more thing, my name is not Blondie and that won’t be sticking so you can drop that now.” She winked before stepping out of his room.

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Andy + Jordyn: Linger

Jordyn poked the dry bread that laid on her plate, “It’s like they want us to starve.” She muttered jokingly to the girl beside her, her day had been quite eventful, a session with Eli in the morning was followed by an hour in the library reading up on online college courses and then she’d gone for a run in the field, after her therapist mentioned that exercise helps relieve stress. She did feel much better, like a weight was lifted off of her chest. It had always been such a heavy darkness resting on her body but while running, it all just slipped away. Jordyn hoped so much that this could be the beginning of her improvements. While prodding at the little amount of lunch on her plate, she looked around the room, her bright green eyes landing on the tall man from yesterday. The dark, brooding stranger that had pushed her out of her hiding place. She still couldn’t believe that her safe haven was now occupied by such a… Such a rude man.

Andy looked thoughtfully down at his journal as he drew the faint lines of a sketch he was working on. He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted it be yet. A wolf, maybe? A werewolf would be much more entertaining, he decided. Half the face of a man, half the face of a man. The twenty four year old left the gruel on his plate grow cold. The sedatives the nurses had been giving him for the first two days of his stay made him nauseous.

Jordyn stared at the man, wishing she knew his name so that she could call him over. He looked so lonely, no one deserves to be lonely in such a horrible place. She just hoped that by staring long enough, he might’ve felt her eyes on him. The nineteen year old wanted to speak to him, to get under that rough exterior. She felt compelled to get to know him better.

“Hey, isn’t that the guy they restrained?” A man asked. His friend beside him nodded. 

“Yeah, I heard he’s here for murder." 

Andy ran a hand through his hair, pouring his energy into his drawing. It was all he had to do here, he didn’t want to meet the inmates. He just wanted to be alone. As it is, he hated how the nurses forced him down the stairs to go participate in lunch. He couldn’t stand all the patients whispering about him. 

Jordyn looked up, noticing people whispering and pointing at him. It made her blood boil– she had the need to protect this man, even if he was currently portraying the role of the mayor of grumpy town. The girl quickly stood up, waving goodbye to her friend and placing her plate in the pile of dirty dishes. She made her way across the cafeteria, glaring at the two men talking in hushed tones. She plonked herself down in the seat opposite the man she’d set free and waited for him to look up. A big smile was planted on her lips as she crossed her arms and rested them on the table.

Andy immediately felt irritated as a flash of blond hair sat beside him. Although he had no idea who it was, he didn’t care. Andy was enjoying solitude and this person was ruining it. He continued to draw in his journal, trying to ignore this person to the best of his ability. He slightly turned away from the person beside him, making it abundantly clear he didn’t want to interact with them.

"Don’t sit next to me.” Andy warned without looking up from his sketch.

“Why not? I think you owe me a thank you actually. No need to be do hostile to the one who set you free!” Jordyn exclaimed over dramatically, knowing that she was probably annoying him but that was just her sense of humour, she never intended on changing for anyone, even if this man was quite obviously irritated by her.

“Because I don’t wanna be friends, Barbie.” Andy replied, not even attempting to hide how bored of this conversation he already was. This girl just couldn’t leave him alone! He didn’t understand why. He knew she wasn’t happy with him when he shoved her out of his room. 

Jordyn huffed. “Do you have something against me?” She asked, feeling offended. The worst part was, she couldn’t figure out what she’d actually done to annoy this man so much. If anything she should be the pissed off one but life was too short to spend it angry at the world and everyone in it.

Andy chuckled, “Aside from breaking into my room and now invading my privacy? Believe it or not, not everyone wants company, princess.” It seemed like Jordyn thought he owed or something, but he couldn’t have disagreed more–not if he had to yell at her to get her to do her “good deed”. This blond, she was certainly a weird one. 

Jordyn sighed and readjusted herself, running a hand through her hair as she brushed off his words, “Firstly, I’ve explained it was my space first, how was I supposed to know you were in there. Second, don’t call me princess.” Her eyes drifted over the mans face, only just noticing his features now that they weren’t stuck in the dim lighting that his room offered. He was…. Handsome, actually. Or at least, he had nice eyes and maybe a nicer face if he would just smile. “You’ve got such a stick up your ass. You need to let loose. Have some fun.”

Andy rolled his eyes. “You’re right, princess is unbelievable. Idiot is more accurate. So, idiot, you should have left when I told you to, instead of thinking I was somehow restrained for sexual pleasure.” Jordyn was childish, that was clear. He couldn’t stand the way she thought or the things she said. It was like she just never thought about anything coming out of her mouth–let alone her actions. “You’re the stick–go away.”

Jordyn stood up and flicked her hair over her shoulder “And you’re an asshole. So, asshole, no ones against you here! Try to recognize kindness when it’s being offered.” She would’ve slapped him, if she knew it would actually hurt but knowing she had basically noodles for arms, it wouldn’t even hurt a fly.

Jordyn’s body accidentally touched his as she got up from the table. Andy turned his head towards her upon feeling her next to him. He always felt uncomfortable when he was being touched. Just as he was about to yell at her, he realized it was an accident. He grabbed her wrist and turned her towards him once again. His jaw locked as he spoke through clenched teeth, “Maybe you’re confused what kindness is. If you want to be kind to people, you don’t invade their space, you don’t tease them when they’re tied to a bed against their will, you don’t call them a freak for their sexual desires–even though that isn’t a fetish of mine–you don’t tell them they have a stick up their ass, and you don’t interrogate them. If you want to act like you’re this nice, innocent angel, then change the way you treat people. Especially strangers.”

Jordyn scowled as he spoke and struggled to get her arm out of his grip. “I can scream right now and you’d be put back in that room and tied up all over again, I recommend you let go. Right. Now.” She was bent down, her face close to his so that her voice was hushed, only loud enough for him to hear. “I get that you’re angry at the world but try and have a sense of humour. That’s the only way you’re were gonna cope in here, because me and you? We’re not the crazy ones, some of these lot can’t even hold a normal conversation, so be glad that I was the one to stumble across you. And I could do a lot worse then just crack a couple of jokes.” She straightened up and waited for him to let go. Although she was quite clearly younger than this man, she knew she was definitely not an idiot just because of her age, neither was she inferior or weaker than him.

Andy’s blood boiled and his heart sank. She wasn’t understanding. Her actions weren’t a form of niceness. If anything, it was mostly creepy. However, if she had just changed her ways and got less creepy but more nice, maybe Andy would have liked her more. Why was she making it so hard to get through to her?With that, the twenty four simply shook his head. “You don’t understand. So…just…think about what I’m saying, later, when you’re not so offended. Maybe you’ll make more friends, rather than just one girl.” Andy let go of her hand softly and returned back to his sketch book.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I offended you, that was never my intention. But you weren’t exactly a sweet peach either.” Jordyn looked around to make sure they weren’t drawing attention to themselves, her friend was the only one staring but she didn’t mind about that, she was gonna fill her in anyway. “And maybe if you learn to take everything with a pinch of salt, you’ll have more friends than that notebook.” Her hands dropped to her sides, feeling defeated and slightly regretting her actions. I guess that’s what she got for trying to help. Jordyn’s chest felt heavy again and she felt that familiar tightness that usually came along in her states of panic. Her breathing quickened and she knew she had to get out, she turned on her heels and tried to get out of the lunch room as fast as possible before an attack set in.

Andy had no idea what was going on, but he knew something was seriously wrong when he heard heavy combat boots beat against the floor. He may not have liked her, but he didn’t want to see her in the infirmary either. Unsteady hands grabbed his sketchbook before he ran out of the room. 

“Jordyn!”

Jordyn couldn’t even hear her name being called, all she was focused on was how much her surroundings were spinning, she gripped the wall closest to her for support but everything went grey and she felt herself drop to the floor, tears filling her eyes and her heart beating loudly in her ears.

Andy rushed forward, grabbing Jordyn’s arms and letting her rest in his lap. He gently patted her cheek until her eyes met his. “Hey! Hey! Jordyn, listen to me. Listen to me only. Everything is alright, ok? I’m not mad, ok, I’m sorry–I just–you’ve gotta–you just need to listen to me.”

Jordyn collapsed against his body, feeling weak and disorientated. “I’m.. Such… An idiot..” She panted out, struggling to suck air into her lungs between the words. The tears spilled over onto her cheeks as she tried to look up at him. But she only felt disappointed in herself when she looked at him.

His heart was beating out of his chest. Worry was written all over his face. His eyes were focused solely on her green orbs. He listened intently to her breathing. Hearing her call herself an idiot forced him to chuckle. “See? I told you the nickname was accurate. But, that’ll change, ok? It’s only because you’re so damn stubborn.” Andy shook his head softly with a small smile. He slowly reached up with his sleeve to wipe her tears away. He was shocked how bad he felt for a minute. Did he do this her?

Jordyn couldn’t crack a smile, nor really pay attention to his joke. Instead she just rested her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around him, gripping onto his t-shirt like it was a life line. “I’m…. Sorry.” She muttered between stifled breaths, she knew if she just took a few moments to focus on her breathing that she’d calm down fairly quickly. But it was still frightening when it felt like your heart had moved up into your throat and felt like it was about to explode.

Andy stiffened as Jordyn hugged his chest. Still, he cradled her against him. Finally having a quiet moment to look at her in a different light, he found himself getting lost in her green eyes. His eyes slowly traced over her features, the curve of her nose, the shape of her eyes, the way her bottom lip was slightly more full than her top lip. Even the look of her blond hair complimented her.

Jordyn held her breath for five seconds and then let it out for another five seconds, she repeated this a few times over until she felt the tears slowly come to an end and the panicking subside. Her head tilted upwards slowly, catching the man’s eyes roaming over her face. “W-what?” She asked, still holding onto him but reluctantly moved her head away from his chest. He was comfy and she would’ve quiet happily leaned against it for the longest time.

Andy shook his head softly, almost wishing she wouldn’t talk so the moment didn’t have to end. He finally started to breathe more comfortably after she moved away, but he had trouble tearing his gaze away from her. “Nothing…” He murmured. He continued to admire every detail of the girl before him as his features slowly softened. For the first time in forever, Andy no longer looked unhappy.

Jordyn continued to look up into his deep blue eyes, watching the lightest of smiles cross his features. Was this a moment? Were they having a moment, like the ones in those romantic films she’d watch when she was younger? She’d never experienced anything like it, it put her on edge but there was something quite thrilling about it and Jordyn always lived for the thrill. She leant up slightly, for a moment her rush of emotions took over as she thought of pressing a kiss to his full lips that looked ever so soft but she held herself back and quickly averted her gaze to the floor. If it was anyone else, she’d be dragging them up to her room and not giving a damn but she cared just a little too much for Mr. Stranger to do that.

He didn’t even want to blink. Every part of the twenty four year old just wanted to soak Jordyn in. She was astonishing. Her eyes crushed Andy. They made her absolutely irresistible. He felt weak to his knees the more he looked at her. Part of him didn’t want to let her go. However, the second he felt Jordyn move closer, he moved away as if she had burned him. Andy blushed, feeling embarrassed for admiring such a young girl; such an innocent girl. She was childish! Beautiful, but childish. He couldn’t do this! “Uhh…” Andy stood up, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, you’re fine.” The features on his face returned to their usual hardened position, his face yet again becoming emotionless.

Jordyn winced as she felt him pull away. She went from feeling safe and comforted to cold and denied. “Yeah.. Yeah I guess.” She muttered, pushing herself off of the floor. It was times like this that she’d go hide in her little empty room, but that’d be a bad move considering that Andy now occupied it. She figured her roommate might be busy for the day so going back to take a nap wouldn’t be a problem, that was what she truly needed to do right now. Her head was swirling with mixed emotions. Never before had she cared for a boy, let alone been in a relationship. They’d all been mutual agreement, we meet up, fuck, and go our separate ways. No feelings allowed and that had always been fine by Jordyn. She was pretty good at not feeling thing for the guys she slept with, she could always focus on the negatives about them but right now, even Andy's negatives weren’t enough to stop the butterflies whiz around her stomach. “Thank you, I’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry for…. Everything.” She ducked her head as she walked by and made her way upstairs.

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Andy + Jordyn: First Meeting

A thousand pounds weighed down his arms, his legs, his hands, his eyes. The room was so dark, Andy couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed. A haze fell over him, fog flooding into the room. What was going on? How long had he been in here? 

He struggled against his restraints, instinctively reaching to rub his eyes. Forcing himself to look down, he found himself restrained to the bed. Flashbacks of him struggling against the nurses (and the two burly guards that aided in their mission) overwhelmed him. Jumbled memories of the last twenty-four hours seemed to bring with them more questions, rather than answers. It was like he had all the corner pieces of the puzzle, but not enough to make the picture. 

Jordyn heard footsteps, loud, clunky footsteps. She just knew it was that overweight receptionist making her way down the hallway, kitten heels pushing heavily into the ground. That was her cue to get out of her therapist’s office. The girl lifted the blind on the door to peep out, watching the receptionist make her way down the end of the hallway, heading away from the  office she was currently snooping through. That was lucky, but Jordyn knew that was her chance to get out! It was only 7:15am, Elijah wouldn’t be down for his morning coffee for another 45 minutes. 

So off she went, skipping down the long hall until she reached the stairs, the one place she knew she could go was the empty room at the end of the first floor. That had always been her safe haven, a place to hide out when her episodes of panic got particularly bad. The door opened with ease and the nineteen year old snuck in, pressing her forehead against the cold door and breathing out a sigh of relief as she flicked the light switch on. Yellow fluorescent light invaded the room. Immediately Andy’s eyes burned. He let out a growl–a groan–the sound was foreign to his ears. Was this weakness? He had to get out of here. His head started pounding as his eyes flickered towards the light switch. 

“Get the fuck out.” He growled. 

At the sound of a voice speaking, Jordyn felt a shiver run down her spine and a scream escaped her lips as she span around to see who was there. 

“Oh my good fucking god! What the fuck?! Who are you?!” She wailed, peering over to the bed where the lankiest man she’d ever seen laid strapped to a bed. The sound of this woman’s shriek rattled his brain. He struggled against the restraints again, eager to grab her and throw her out of the room. 

“GET OUT!!!” His deep voice bellowed. 

“You get out!” Her instant reaction was to protect the little room that’d she’d known to be her own for the last month and now it had been invaded! “Why are you all…. Restrained? Is this some weird sex thing? Oh god, I’ve walked in on some weird kinky shit, haven’t I? You perv!! Do it in your own room like everybody else!” The baffled girl rattled on, walking a little closer to the bed but sensing it would be a bad idea to get too close. Every sound her mouth produced brought Andy more and more pain. He still felt as if he was not fully in the moment. 

Everything felt dull and oversensitive at the same time. He couldn’t cope with it. He assumed the girl had been a nurse at first, but now he wasn’t sure. “This IS my room, you idiot! You’re–an idiot! Get out!” Andy pushed against the restraints again, attempting to push the girl away with his foot. He couldn’t reach, she wasn’t close enough, but he didn’t have enough time to think. His heart raced. His brain only alerting him to how much pain he was in. The man felt more primal than ever. Jordyn felt a little offended at his words. She knew she wasn’t stupid, In fact, she prided herself on her intelligence, but the man was obviously unsettled. 

“I’m sorry–your room? I never saw anyone new come in. I usually hide out here…” As she explained she noticed the man’s discomfort. “Are you okay?” Andy rolled his eyes. 

“Fucking Christ.” He couldn’t get over her. This woman, this girl, and her questions. How old was she? He couldn’t keep his eyes open long enough to focus on her features. Andy almost didn’t have the words to respond. Everything felt like it took all his effort to do, even talking. He only sighed, exasperated, in response to her question. 

“Okay… Okay.” Jordyn ran into the little en suite, grabbing the plastic cup that was left on the side of the sink and filled it with water, she then pulled some toilet paper off of the roll and dampened it with the cold water. This man seemed grumpy but maybe it was just because of the situation and although she didn’t often care for others, for some reason she felt compelled to help this stranger. She crept back into the room and placed the wet paper towel on his forehead and then showed him the cup of water, placing her hand under his head to support it as she held the cup to his lips. “You should drink. And stop moving so much.”

“W-what are you–? N-no! No! I don’t want–” And the door shut. He didn’t need this stranger’s charity. The door opened again and Andy struggled against the bed, trying to get away from this creep. What was she doing? “Are you a nurse?” It seemed like a stupid question, but he had to ask. For a fleeting moment, he debated biting her hand to get her away from him. 

“No, I’m not!” Jordyn giggled. “Those zombies wouldn’t do this. Drink up and then I’ll decide whether I should get you out of these restraints.” The girl figured she’d probably be able to get him out but there must’ve been a reason he was tied up in the first place, was he dangerous? Andy opened his mouth to protest. However, upon hearing talk of losing these restraints, he quickly complied. The second the restraints were off, he could push this freak out the door and he could roam around his room freely. Alone. 

Jordyn helped the man drink, still judging the constraints around his arms and legs. “Right, first of all. Name?” She placed the cup down and perched herself on the edge of the bed. “And secondly, do you smoke?”  

“Why?” Andy asked, not feeling inclined to answer any of her questions. 

Jordyn smirked then pulled the pack of cigarettes out of her back pocket, wiggling them in front of his face. “Figured if you do, it’ll be incentive to cooperate. I promise, I’ll leave once I know you’re okay.” She nodded slightly then walked over to the window to prop it open as far as it would go.

“So…you’re just not getting the whole restraint thing, huh, blondie?” Andy asked quietly. “I can’t smoke with no hands!” The tone of his raised voice reverberated off the walls. 

“Hey, keep quiet. You won’t get anything if you talk like that.” Jordyn pulled out one cigarette and placed it between her lips, lighting the end. The sweet relief of nicotine rushed through her body as she began pacing around the room. “So, do I need to ask again or are you going to answer me?”

Andy knew this girl was just teasing him, causing him to get red-faced and even more angry. “I don’t have to tell you shit, lady! Just get the fuck away from me!” Jesus Christ, she was strange. Welcome to the nut house. Andy wondered if this was still better than prison. Jordyn smirked, taking another drag on the cancer stick then lighting another and placing it in the mans mouth as she began fiddling with the restraint on his right arm. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything but I’d quite like to know your name. Or why you’re tied up. Your choice."  Andy begrudgingly allowed the cigarette to stay in his mouth, watching her intently. 

"I killed a man.” A rather large portion of him wanted her to run away, shrieking just as she did when she arrived.

“Cool. Cold blooded murder or self defense? There’s a couple of those in here, but they’re alright. Maybe they have a murder meeting for you lot. Like the AA meetings I go to.” As Jordyn spoke, she undid the restraint on his right arm. “Better?” She teased, not wanting to tick him off too much. Immediately Andy felt how raw the skin on his wrist had gotten. The sensation of leather and raw skin rubbing together was agonizing. He sighed in relief as the restraint fell. 

“Yes.” He sighed, grabbing his cigarette with his right hand. Jordyn smiled, removing the wet paper towel from his forehead and placing it on the raw skin of his wrist.

“So, you murdered someone, why?” She asked, intrigued as she finished her cigarette, walking over to the window to dock it out of the outside panel. “I’ve hurt someone, that’s how I got here. But never murdered, I think I’m too little for that. I’m not very strong.”

“Fuck!” Andy hissed, feeling his skin burn underneath the cool paper towel.  The grip on his cigarette tightened. “You? Miss hundred pounds soaking wet? Who’d you hurt–a baby?” Jordyn laughed and looked down at her frame. 

“Alright, you don’t need to be mean. But actually, I punched a guy in the dick for grabbing my ass and trying to push me into the bathroom at a club. That my friend, could’ve got him arrested for attempted rape, and instead, I got put in here.”

“That…doesn’t make sense. If that were true, that would mean everyone who punched anyone at a bar would get thrown in here. Wanna cut the shit?” Andy asked, taking another drag of his cigarette. 

She sighed and pulled her top down, “Nope, that’s all your getting for now, it’s your turn.” She’d not really spoken to anyone at the hospital since arriving here but it was nice to just talk and boy could she do a lot of talking when he wanted to.

“Honey, I’m not telling you shit if you’re gonna feed me a bullshit lie like that.” Andy laughed. This girl was ridiculous, that was for certain. He couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her breasts as she played with her top. He hit his head against the wall with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut. “How old are you? Don’t you have a play date to go to or something?"Andy chuckled, "oh, I’m sorry, I’m sure they call those your ‘meetings’.”

“Nineteen.” Jordyn rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. “Okay, fine, I kinda lost it. The punching a guys dick is true though. Basically I was arrested for being drunk and disorderly, spent two nights in jail, got in a fight with another girl there and had an episode when a warden tried to restrain me. I was deemed as "dangerous” and sent here.“ Jordyn couldn’t put her finger on why she was opening up to a complete stranger, someone she didn’t even know the name of, but she felt comfortable speaking about it, plus her story wasn’t that exciting. She’s just a little… Messed up and lost.

Andy listened halfheartedly and disinterestedly. If anything, he was just satisfied that this girl wasn’t lying. However, he did briefly feel a pang of disgust due to her age. She was so young and he was so much older than her. Andy always hated being around people younger than him. Made him feel like he was out of place.

"You’re too quiet. You always this quiet? Or is it me? You don’t like me?” Jordyn questioned as she sat on the side of the bed again, checking his wrist carefully. “Does it hurt? I can get a nurse for you if you want?”

Carefully ignoring her question, Andy jerked his hand away. “Don’t touch me. Don’t get a nurse. It’s gonna hurt the longer I stay in these restraints, but you just wanna play with me like I’m the newest edition of emo Ken. So run along, Barbie.”

“God you’re weird. Sorry for trying to help.” Jordyn yanked her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest, “You know what? I don’t have to untie you. I don’t want you hurting me, I’ve got to be cautious.” She had the power in this moment and she wasn’t going to give it up to a man that could kill her just with a click of his fingers. Andy’s eyes widened. 

“I’m weird? You’re the lunatic that broke into my room!” He practically growled as she moved away from him. Again he began yelling, “Help?! How are you helping? You walk in here and invade any sense of privacy, I tell you to get away from me and you deliberately come closer. If anything, you’re making the entire situation worse! Now I have to sit here with just one restraint undone and contraband in my room? Yeah, Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking savior, little girl!”

“Oh fuck you then.” Jordyn stood up and walked towards the door, this man was too hostile for her liking. All she wanted to do was help but this guy would apparently be happier lying in his restraints, waiting another two hours until a nurse came along. “Have a nice day, have fun trying to get to the bathroom. The nurses are pretty lazy when it comes to their rounds.”

“Really? You’re just going to walk away? Why don’t you put your big girl panties on and actually help like you wanted? Or are you going to go pout?” Andy asked through clenched teeth. Jordyn dropped her hand from the door knob and turned to face the man laying in the bed. 

“Okay, I’m sorry I teased.” She walked over and undid the rest of the restraints. “I’d recommend running some water over your wrists.” She suggested and crossed over to the opposite side of the room, partly scared of the man and also feeling guilty for her jokes. 

Andy muffled a sigh of relief. He couldn’t wait to get out of these restraints. “But–that hurts.” Andy mumbled.

“Yep, but it’ll help in the long run.” Jordyn mumbled back, nodding towards the bathroom as if to push him forwards, without actually forcing him. “You’re kinda mean, and scary a little bit.” She whispered, leaning against the wall as she watched him.

Andy’s whole body felt sore. He drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes. He knew he should say thank you, but that would be admitting he needed somebody’s help and that just couldn’t help it. “Apparently not enough if it took you this long to untie me. I assume if I was more intimidating, you would have done whatever I said.”

“Yeah well I did say a little bit, you’re also a little fluffy. I can see it.” She chuckled, “Now I’m not going to get in trouble for letting you out, am I?” She had to make sure her name wouldn’t get back to any members of staff because then it would get back to Elijah and he would be mad– then Jordyn knew she’d never hear the end of it.

Andy raised an eyebrow. “Fluffy? What do you mean fluffy?” He slowly eased himself up off the bed, wincing in pain. “No, I don’t even know your name.” He made sure to look her in the eyes, hoping she could see he was being truthful–for once.

“You’ve got a hint of a nice streak, it just needs to be nurtured!” Jordyn smiled, hoping he wouldn’t get mad at her witty remarks. “It’s Jordyn, if you were interested in knowing. But don’t tell anyone, my therapist will hate me.” She explained, bringing her nails up to her mouth and biting on the already short nails. Nervous habits were always hard for the girl to kick.

Andy simply glared at her comment. By no means did he want to be considered nice. He had to keep up his sociopath act, and sociopaths definitely don’t have a nice guy reputation. “Don’t worry, I’m not.” He shrugged.

Jordyn shrugged and stepped towards the bathroom door, holding out her arm to further prompt the man to get into the bathroom. “Go clean your wounds. They shouldn’t get infected.”

Andy reached out and grabbed Jordyn’s arm with a smile. Then, by opening the door with one hand, he threw out of the room. He quickly locked the door behind him. “Bye-bye, blondie!”

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“I don’t think I am capable of This teenage televised taping of love. But here is my guide on how to be alone: Just act like a freak and Sleep with everyone you’ve ever known.” 

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Name: Andrew “Andy” James Davenport Date of Birth: January 20th, 1992 Height: 6'3 Weight: 150 Hair: Long, messy black hair Eye color: Blue Last Known Address: 82 Cedar Groove Street, Seattle, Washington 98101 Relatives: Mother, Nicole Reynolds. Father, Richard Davenport. Drugs: nicotine, alcohol Criminal Record: Driving Under the Influence (DUI) 2013, Second Degree Murder 2016 (pending appeal) Possible Diagnosis: Sociopath

Innocence was short lived. With a loving yet workaholic mother and an absentee father, Andy was forced to grow up seemingly overnight. Identifying most as a lone wolf, Andy has a hard time letting people see his true colors. His inability to open up to people proved to be a disadvantage when he suddenly found himself in a court room, accused of second degree murder. Still to this day, he’s unsure how the jury found him guilty. Although his sociopathic tendencies are true to his character, Andy decided to exaggerate his apathy in an attempt to sway the jury, hoping he could serve his sentence at Hollywood Health. Adamant that he did not commit the crime and that the prosecution’s evidence is circumstantial, Andy and his attorney have decided to file for an appeal.

P E R S O N A L I T Y Only Andy’s mother would describe her son as a caring individual. He has a hard time trusting anyone, and isn’t much of a conversationalist as a result. More often than not, Glendale’s favorite isolationist can be found brooding. Andy feels like he’s been dealt a bad hand in life. It is advised that patients watch what they say or do around him due to his famously short temper. He is definitely the violent type (yet another annoying reason why the jury ultimately found him guilty). His temper is just one of the reasons he's been diagnosed with sociopathic tendencies. He is also very apathetic towards anything concerning other people’s problems or emotions until he knows them on an extremely intimate level. The twenty four year old also has an uncanny ability to tell perfect, believable, air-tight lies. While in Glendale, Andy will often lie about his past either by creating elaborate stories about a ridiculous amount of sexual partners or by pretending not to care about anyone at all, despite their relationship to him. Make no mistake, Andy will protect his secret at all costs. However, if someone is able to break down this man’s walls and see through his lies, they will find a loyal friend/lover, scared to let alone inside due to his fear of being dependent on anyone.