Are You Bored Yet?
ao3
Whatâs wrong?
Youâve been asking but I donât have an answer
Neil looks a million miles away from everything. He gazes off into the distance, cigarette held loosely between his fingers. Andrew grabs it before it falls. That seems to startle Neil back to reality. Andrew takes a huff of the cigarette and gives Neil a quizzical look. Neil sighs, but stays quiet.
Usually, Andrew wouldnât pry, but this mood has lasted for a couple of days now. He thinks staying quiet and waiting for Neil to become his normal self again wonât work this time. Heâs worried, not that heâd ever say it out loud. Not like he ever could. He has a problem with saying the things he means. Perhaps this would be a small start.
âNeil,â Andrew says, his voice as soft as he could manage it. Neil tears his eyes away from the skyline to face Andrew. Andrew hesitates for a moment before asking, âWhatâs wrong?â
Neil doesnât answer. Or maybe itâs that he doesnât have an answer. Andrewâs no stranger to this type of mood. Sometimes, your whole body feels heavy and you canât do anything about it. That didnât stop Andrew from wishing he could cut the emotion out of Neilâs body like it was a tumor. But he knows it doesnât work like that. Instead, he puts out the cigarette, flicks it off the roof, and stands up, holding out a hand for Neil.
Over the years, theyâd gotten more comfortable with touching one another. Now, in Andrewâs final year at Palmetto State, they do it all the time when theyâre alone. Neil takes his hand and doesnât let go once heâs on his feet. Though, Andrew doesnât move toward the door like Neil thought he would.
âYes or no,â he asks. Because he always asks even though Neil keeps telling him itâs always a yes. Neil nods, words taking too much effort at the moment. Instead of kissing him, Andrew hugs him, strong arms wrapped tightly around Neilâs waist.
Itâs new. Theyâve never hugged like this before. Sure, there were moments when they were cuddled up next to each other in bed, but itâs never been like this. Like Andrew was trying to heal something that broke inside Neil a long time ago.
Neil hugs back, sighing as buries his face in Andrewâs hair.
When we get old, will we regret this?
Too young to think about all that shit
âDo you think youâll ever regret this?â Neil asks.
There it is.
âRegret what?â
âThis. Us,â Neil explains. âLike, when weâre older, do you think youâll regret being up here on the roof with me all these times?â
âYou know I donât regret things,â Andrew said. âBesides, weâre too young to think about all that shit. I donât like to think that far ahead.â
âCause we could stay at home and watch the sunset
But I canât help from asking, âAre you bored yet?â
And if youâre feeling lonely you should tell me
Before this ends up as another memory
Will you tell the truth so I donât have to lie?
Neil sighs. âI mean, yeah. Staying home and watching the sunset is nice and fun for me. I love it. But I keep thinking⊠you said a long time ago that I was interesting.â
âYou are,â Andrew says without missing a beat.
âThen, you said nothing holds your interest for long. I just⊠I canât help asking if youâre bored of me yet.â
Andrew pulls back from the hug to look up at Neil. He catches his chin in between his fingers and rolls his eyes. âIdiot.â
âIâm serious, Andrew,â Neil says. âIf youâre feeling⊠not the same about me. Tell me.â
Andrew examines his face for a moment. âWhere is all this coming from?â
âNowhere,â Neil says, averting his gaze.
âI thought we were past you lying to me.â
Feels like Iâve known you my whole life
I can see right through your lies
I donât know where weâre going
But Iâd like to be by your side
Neil stays silent, looking down at his beat up sneakers.
Andrew shakes his head. âWeâve been together for how long, Josten? You donât think I can tell when youâre spouting bullshit?â
Neil closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. âYouâre graduating in a month,â he says quietly.
Oh, Andrew thinks, so this is what itâs all about.
âAnd?â
âAnd,â Neil says. âI donât- things are gonna be different.â He runs a hand through his hair and looks out at the sky again. âI donât know. Weâve been in the same place for four years. Thatâs the longest Iâve stayed in one place without anything around me changing.â
âWhat are you talking about? Of course things have changed. Youâre the captain of the Foxes now. Dan and Matt and Renee and Allison, theyâve all graduated. Nicky moved to Germany-â
âOkay, okay,â Neil cuts him off. âI get your point.â
âSo, whatâs the problem then?â
âI donât want things to be different between us,â Neil says.
Andrew lets out a breath, clearly annoyed. âYou think I wouldâve let us go on for three years if I thought we were gonna split the moment I graduated, junkie?â
âWell-â
âNo, shut up. I donât want to hear anything else from you,â Andrew says and promptly pulls Neil in for a kiss. Neil, surprised, holds onto his shoulders for support. When they break apart, Andrew wipes his mouth with his sleeve. He takes a deep breath. Thereâs more emotion shown on his face than Neil had ever seen. He almost has to take a step back.
âListen to me. Are you listening?â Andrew asks. Neil nods. âTake out the key.â
Neil tilts his head, confused.
âThe key to my new apartment. I know you have it on you.â
Neil digs it out of his pocket and holds it in his palm. Andrew bites his lip and hesitantly folds Neilâs hand over it, holding his hand over Neilâs as well. It was a day for new steps, Neil guessed. It was almost romantic. Them, standing on the roof at sunset, hands wrapped around the same object. An object that meant home.
âI donât know where weâre going,â Andrew starts. âIâm going to New York. Youâre going god knows where after you graduate next year. I know some teams have already started scouting you, butâŠâ He sighs and puts some space between the two of them. A breeze glides over them, ruffling their hair, billowing through their loose t-shirts. âWeâll be fine. I have to stay with you to make sure you donât get yourself killed.â
Neil sees passed the mocking tone and smiles. He hears the true meaning of Andrewâs words. Iâll stay by your side. He feels his heart swell in his chest.
Andrew turns back to face Neil, the glow of the setting sun dousing him in gold. âStop looking at me like that,â he says.
But Neil doesnât listen. He continues to stare at Andrew like he hung the moon. Neil pressed the teeth of the keys deeper into his palm. A reminder that him and Andrew would be okay no matter how far apart theyâd be.
Andrew rolled his eyes. âJunkie.â
And with that word, Neil knew everything was going to be fine.
Will you tell the truth so I donât have to lie?














