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allison reynolds ⥠allison reynolds was a bewildering choice for palmetto state. she looked like a picture-perfect princess, but she could b r a w l with the best of them on the court.
              all for the game (the foxhole court) writ. nora sakavic
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My @aftgexchange gift for @sapphicrenee !!
You had so many great prompts, but I chose some winter fluff of a midnight walk through the park. Plus a very tiny bonus Renison heart on the tree. ;D
Hope you like it! Have a very Happy Holiday! :D
#foxhole court#andreil#neil josten#andrew minyard#aftgexchange#thetfcnet#winter scene#sapphicrenee#my art#aftg art#gift exchange#I hope you like it!!#sorry it took so long#i fully blame the tree limbs they took forever#it was still a lot of fun working on it though :D#Happy holidays!!
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allison & renee as babysitters to andrew n neil that have to drive them both to the park for a play date and hang out there eating concession stand ice cream y/n?
yes but in my head andrew and neil do not need to be children for this to happen
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âWhy did they need to come with us again?â Neil asked, loosening his grip on the swing. The wind today was calm as it blew by in momentary breezes.
Behind him, Andrew pushed him gently ever so often, and looked on over to Allison at the ice cream stand, holding two ice cream cones very carefully. Between her lips was a twenty dollar bill.
A few feet away, Renee was seated on a park bench, reading a book. Or, at least, she had a book open in front of her. Instead, she was looking at Allison and trying not to make it obvious that she was.
âBecause itâs been annoying seeing them,â Andrew slightly jutted his chin at the girls in question, âtiptoe around each other and not do something about it.â
Neil gasped theatrically. âSo youâre setting them up? Andrew. Never thought you had this in you.â
â378%. Do not test me.â
âTheyâre cute. And what youâre doing? Itâs cute.â
âShut up.â
The park they had decided to go to today was Sunberry Park, about a half-mile drive away from Palmetto State. It had a playground, adequate space for concession stands, and park benches donated by both park sponsors and people who just wanted to dedicate park benches to their loved ones. Trees grew aplenty and the bushes in between had alternating pink and white flowers. This afternoon, save for a few mothers and their children, Andrew, Neil, Renee, and Allison were the only ones there.
But do you really need the both of us to go with you? Renee had whined, seated beside Andrew after a round of sparring. The wall they were leaning on felt nonexistent, like she was going to fall off this building from the pressure.
I need to make sure you donât chicken out again.
Itâs not like she likes me back anyway. I wonât go.
Andrew had smacked her on the head. You donât know that yet. So yes, you will go.
Now, Allison made her way back to Renee, ice cream cones in tow. Renee quickly took one (she had asked for a double-scoop strawberry, yum) and moved aside a bit.
âSorry for the wait. The kid in front of me was crying,â Allison said sheepishly, taking a lick of her own cone (strawberry and chocolate). Renee saw her perfectly manicured magenta nails around the cone. âSaid he wanted some vanilla.â
âThatâs alright. Thanks for agreeing to come along with us. Didnât think youâd say yes.â
Allison looked back at her, mildly shocked. âYou think Iâd reject the prospect of ice cream? Incredulous.â
Smiling, Renee closed her book and leaned back on the bench, taking a gulp of the fresh spring air. The sun had gracefully chosen not to be so bright today, and was instead looking down on them in between thick white clouds.
Renee mentally quieted her nerves. If anything, she wanted to leave this park without ruining things between her and Allison. And in order for this to happen, she needed to⊠well, not freak out so much.
âWhat were you reading?â Allison asked, putting her free arm up on the bench. Renee tried not to think so much about how close her forearm was to her neck.
âThe Art of Racing in the Rain. One of my favorites. Itâs written from the perspective of a dog.â
âThat sounds like a tearjerker. And a lot like what youâd like.â
âI cried the first time, and will probably⊠cry the second time, yes.â
âI can imagine. I miss my dog all the time.â
A buzzing in her pocket interrupted Reneeâs prepared reply. She brought out her phone and examined the notification. It was a text from Andrew.
have you done it yet
Blushing a little, Renee put her phone back in her pocket and shot Andrew a stony look. Andrew shook his head in return. In front of him, Neil gave her an encouraging thumbs-up.
âThe monsters look so happy, yeah?â Allison piped up, looking where she was looking. âEspecially Minyard. Never thought Iâd see the day.â
âWhy, because heâs always been against Aaron and Katelyn?â
âYou read my mind.â Allison licked her lips, then took another bite of ice cream. Thoughtfully, she added, âHave you everâŠ?â
âHmm?â
âIâ heh. Never mind. I wouldnât want to pry.â
Renee licked a strawberry piece off of her cone. She hoped it made her seem like she wasnât nervous. âYou started to, might as well follow-through.â
For a few moments, there was nothing from Allison but the clearing of her throat.
Then, âHave you ever been in love?â
âWhaââ Reneeâs shock moved her forward. She almost pushed the remaining ice cream off her cone. âOh. Shit. Uhââ
In seconds, Allison had moved closer and offered a tissue. Their thighs touched. Their hips connected. Reneeâs body didnât know any other responses to this but internal panic.
Decipher the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, and it was actually a mix of oh my god and this girl and Allison Allison Allison and Andrew whyâ
Breathe, Walker.
âAre you alright?â
âYeah. Uh. Thanks. And, well, to answer your question, Iââ
The expectant look on Allisonâs face was too much, so for half a minute, Renee busied herself with cleaning up. She dabbed the tissue on her face, and promptly ignored the buzzing in her pocket.
She could make up some excuse about having seen a kid fall over. She could lie and say that her teeth were sensitive, and that she was just taken aback. There were so many ways to avoid the confrontation that may be a disaster she cannot live down.
One thing was for sure, though. She was so going to beat up Andrew.
After making sure that no ice cream was going to fall off her cone, Renee faced Allison. She could feel Andrewâs incessant texts through the repeated buzzing in her jeans.
Well. No time like the present.
Allison moved her free arm to bring out her phone, and was about to speak, but Renee grabbed her arm to get her attention.
âTo answer your question, I⊠have. I still⊠am? But itâs not the kind of love that hurts, itâs more of⊠the love that keeps me grounded. And, uh. I really shouldâve done this a long time ago, but I never got to, so⊠Allison, would you like to go out with me sometimeââ
âFinally.âÂ
Behind them, Andrew looked more than ready to leave. Holding Neilâs hand, he said, âWeâre leaving.â
âBye, you two.â Neil was a cheery thing, and he waved goodbye with his free hand as Andrew dragged him away from the park.
Renee closed her eyes, and breathed deeply. Even her ice cream cone probably felt awkward in her hand. She removed her hand from Allisonâs arm.
So much for avoiding embarrassment.
âRenee, Iâ,â Allison started, then stopped. A couple of seconds later, she teased, âYou just asked me out.â
Reneeâs eyes flew open, and in front of her was Allison, cone in one hand, phone in the other, and a smirk on her face.Â
It wasnât like Renee to take back her words, even if it was only to save face, so she defensively replied, âYeah? And what about itââ
âAndrew just texted me,â Allison said, opening her phone and showing it to Renee. âI was about to read it, but at least you got to it first.â
Renee only heard Allisonâs anyway, yeah, Iâd love to go out with you before she went on to read the texts on Allisonâs phone. Laughter bubbled up in her system, and Allison snickered too.
if renee doesnât get it out of her system, i will
would you want to go out with her
never mind. you are both completely useless
iâm never using my phone this much again
#cloudtalking#aftg#all for the game#renison#thetfcnet#myfic#answered#yay kinda proud of this one#please request for more renison i need to write some lesbian content#aftg fic
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This is Neil

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â how stupid, that someone so short could have such a presence.
#aftg#andrew minyard#i highkey just wanted an excuse to use that quote#thetfcnet#dailypalmetto#mine*#my ediit#aftgedit#okay thats all ty#100#500
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1.4k followers celebration // andrew minyard for @rietvelds
Andrew Minyard didnât look like much in person, blonde and five feet even, but Neil knew better. Andrew was the Foxesâ freshman goalkeeper and their deadliest investment. Most of the Foxes were self-destructive, whereas Andrew seemed keen on collateral damage.
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i started it way too late u know i love my history nerd, even when heâs drunk
#tfc#the foxhole court#kevin day#neil josten#all for the game#aftg#tfc fanart#the foxhole court fanart#aftg fanart#all for the game fanart#fanart#art#thetfcnet#i'm ded
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Millport boasted fewer than nine hundred residents. This was a place where everyone knew everyoneâs business. That ingrained nosiness made things uncomfortable for Neil and his secrets, but heâd hoped to use that small-town mentality as a shield. Gossip about an outsider should have reached him before this stranger did. Millport had failed him.
#thetfcnet#neil josten#nathaniel wesninski#aftg#tfc#m: g#how painfully obvious is it that photoshop and me ain't touched in years#100#200#300#400#500#update 05/11/18: i hate that bottom left gif and have so much regret
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Nora: Andrew and Neil never say "I love you"
Me: Okay fine but they definitely say "je t'aime" and "te amo" and "ich liebe dich" and "aishiteru" and "saranghae" and "ana bahebak" and "ya tebya liubliu" and
#y'all I've been rereading nora's extra content#and like as much as I can see her reasoning behind them not saying I love you#I still love to find loopholes lmao#andreil#tfc#thetfcnet#aftg#the foxhole court#also sorry if I butchered anyone's languages#mine
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aftg characters as beautiful/unusual words: prt1 prt2 prt3
Kevin ~ CLAPTRAP: pretentious but insecure ; Aaron ~ REPPINE:Â to feel or express discontent or dejection ; Seth ~ LIBEROSIS: the desire to care less about things ; Riko ~ BACKPFEIFENGESICHT: a person who (desperately) needs to be slapped.
#riko tho#thetfcnet#edits by zoe#tfc/aftg#attgedit#tfcedit#userheidi#userzam#usercecilie#userjulie#userprem#userdrake#userree#scraphim#glitterghost#valjeanmoreaus#m1nyards#opalynch#admlynch#declanlynch#thegirlinthehighcastle#bluelilylilyblue#irishforjane#pynchs#ughandreil#trojean#aarvnminyrd#userminyar-d#monstrouss#userkesh
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TFC-NETâS 2017 Winter Creation Event:Â
âłÂ neil jostenâs holiday instagram feed
One year Andrew bought Neil a camera, after he noticed how much Neil loved the picture wall in the locker room. It's permission to record his life & their trips, leaving a colorful trail of memories without caring who sees.
#thetfcnet#thetfcnet winter event#aftg#tfc#aftg edit#tfc edit#all for the game#the foxhole court#andreil#andrew minyard#neil josten#tfcedit#aftgedit#psu#palmetto state foxes#nora sakavic#social media au#instagram au#lit#lit edit#my edit
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renee walker ⥠all for the gameÂ
#aftgedit#tfcedit#thetfcnet#reneewalkeredit#renee walker#all for the game#the foxhole court#litedit#yalit#dailylit#userre#userree#usersabrina#useraustens#userdaisy#userdeena#userarwen#usereira#userjohn#mine*#idk who to tag#also i am v sorry for your eyes
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Neil cursed the witness protection. He cursed them for relocating him to this tiny town in rural Oregon, cursed the town for only having one veterinary clinic, and cursed the vet for already being closed. For good measure, he cursed himself and everything in his life which at twenty-four had left him woefully unprepared to deal with the predicament he found himself in now.
My art for @blogaboutyafavbirdboysâs heartwarming and fun Sheep Farm AU, Lately I Been, I Been Losing Sleep for the @aftgbigbang!!
This is such a great fic!! And it has been the best time drawing all these lovely moments! You can read the fic here!! It features some adorable soft moments, lots of pining, and plenty of sheep and cats! Enjoy! :D
Lastly, I would like to dedicate these drawings to my beautiful kitty cat, Squeak, the constant model and muse for not only all of these pieces but most of my other works featuring fur babies, and who sadly died last week after 18 unforgettable years. These were some of the last drawings she sat with me for so they will always hold a special place for me.Â
And a huge thanks to Chloe not only for this beautiful fic and the chance to draw some cat friendly content, but also for allowing this dedication, it means a lot. <3
#foxhole court#neil josten#andrew minyard#Andreil#king and sir#with a twist#aftg big bang#blogaboutyafavbirdboys#for Squeak#my art#collaberation#thetfcnet#read the fic!#you'll be in for a wonderful fun and heartwarming time!#it was truly such a pleasure to draw these pieces!#also I kinda headcanon Matt/Allison buy Neil fall/bright coloured hoodies hence the fox sweater and kid flash hoodie#but that's just my excuse I just really wanted to draw Neil in those#and Andrew's sheep puns are fic-canon thanks to Nicky so I very happily obliged!#hope i didn't put a downer on this with the dedication its just the whole feel of this fic was so Squeak#and it was very special to me to draw something she enjoyed (mainly big farm yards and cuddles) with her right by my side in her final weeks#i'll shut up now
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14 + andreil? (âHey, Iâm with you, okay? Always.â)
âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ..
so i needed to write this plot bunny outta my damn mind
(and i liked this enough to post it on my ao3!!)
fic meme 1-100: andreil + 14. âHey, Iâm with you, okay? Always.â
send me a pairing (preferably from aftg/trc) and a number and iâll write you a drabble (1-50) (51-100)
Andrew has often thought of how a clock, something built totell time, can fail at its very function the moment itâs set wrong. The thoughtwas unnerving, really, because it only strengthens the truth that time was oneof the many things that was out of anybodyâs control.
One of the other things was change. The Columbia house, forall its glory and all the moments itâs lived through, cannot fight against thewishes of time. Though it did look like it tried to put up the best fight itcould possibly attempt. The windows, some slightly cracked and others difficultto open, merely provided glimpses into how much the structure has been through.The welcome mat had the letter O blacked out by ash, from theone time Nicky had set it on fire. The doorbell still worked, but the buttonwas long gone from its mechanism. The house paint was peeling off, and theplants around the side of the house were long gone.
Itâs been almost three years since that day. Everyone Andrew knows has told him that this, what he wasdoing, wasnât helping anyone move on with the natural course of things. Nothim. Not Neil.
Walking up to the house, Andrew wondered when heâll everstop wanting to coming back.
He checked the time on his watch. 11:38 PM.
He doesnât think twenty-two minutes will be enough to readyhimself for what was coming.
(Really, he doesnât think any amount of time will ever beenough.)
The doorknob is cold and unsettling to the touch as ever.Andrew opened the door, and a wind blew in his face. He coughed because of thedust that got to his nose. A few seconds later, he heard the night cricketsoutside drift to a steady silence.
Nice job, Josten. Shaking his head, Andrew broughtout his flashlight, and shone a light throughout the dark house.
When they (Andrew, Aaron, and Nicky) had bought the Columbiahouse in their freshmen year, it was mostly empty, save for the appliances thatthe seller was generous enough to leave them. They acquired a microwave, ablender, and a pressure cooker (that none of them knew how to use until theirthird year). It was a really spacious house, which meant the three of them wasfree to fill it with whatever they deemed was necessary for each of theirsurvivals. Money was no object.
So Nicky was in charge of furnishing, while Aaron made tocall in men for the repairs, and Andrew shouldered costs and looked over wherethings were supposed to go. After three months of arguments and fussing about,it was done, and they had a place to stay whenever they needed to get away fromPalmetto State. They began bringing Kevin along a few weeks later. It was ateam effort to put the house together, that much Andrew knew.
Nicky and Aaron were not the least bit surprised, then, whenAndrew and Neil had ended up taking over the house later on. Nicky had a placewith Erik in Germany, and Aaron was in med school with Katelyn in anotherstate. This was around the time Neil had graduated and was well on his way to anoffer with the US Court, and Andrew was being bombarded with the same offerfrom the US Court that he had rejected the previous year. Andrew remembered walking into the living room and seeing Neil with both contract proposals fromthe Courtâs recruitment team.
Leaning against the wall, he hadwaited until Neil noticed he was there at all.        Â
Youâre not seriously judging me for going through job offers.Neilâs tone had been playful, a smirk on his face that was probably amused atAndrewâs glowering.
Itâs more of an addiction for you, junkie.
Itâs whatâs keeping me alive. Sorry if this life is so addicting.
You know, if you needed someone to go with you and hold your hand,thatâs not going to be me.
Yeah? At this, Neil had put the papers on their coffee table, stoodup, and walked over to where Andrew was standing. In the years that they hadknown each other, Andrew had not grown taller, but Neil had two inches added tohis height. The smile on his lips not withdrawing, he crossed his arms andlooked Andrew square in the face.
Then how are you going to stare at my ass from behind if youâre not inthe games with me?
Andrew remembered looking up atNeilâs face, unimpressed. Tell me onegood reason why I should go back to that game again.
You know the gigâs not half as bad as you make it out to be. ThenAndrew had glared, turned around, and walked away.
A few hours ago, both of them hadsigned with the US Court, and were set to start practices next week. Once theyhad both gotten the notification, Neil had looked and did his best not to burst outlaughing.
I am irresistible, he had declared, winking at Andrew.
One week, huh, Andrew had muttered, hoisting a laughing Neil up onhis arms and carrying him back to their bedroom. We shouldnât waste any time then.
Andrew shone his flashlight aroundthe living room, the furniture in it now dusty and chipped. Their sofa still had that gash across the middle,and their pillows had almost all the stuffing falling out and frayed. Thetelevision set, once a flatscreen and of the highest quality, now couldnât beswitched on or even plugged in. A circle of dustless surface was on the coffeetable, where the last ever coffee cup used to be. Andrew didnât know if Neilhad taken the coffee cup off, or if someone had gone in to take it. Honestly,it didnât really matter anymore.
To the side, their bookshelf wasstill crammed with books, half of which they never got to read together. Nearit was another shelf, which held framed photos and some souvenirs from thecountries they got to travel to. A mini Eiffel Tower, a golden cat that used towave its paw, a box of one red chopstick because they lost the other one. Atiny Mexican hat, from the first time they flew anywhere. Andrew surveyed thephotographs, looked at the all the faces. A family portrait, with him, Neil,and Sir Fat Cat and King Fluffkins. They had taken it intending for it to be aChristmas card, but Neil liked it so much he wanted it to be the familyâs copyand theirs only. A picture of him and Aaron, arms around each otherâsshoulders, taken by Neil himself. And beside it, a picture that Andrew hadtaken of Neil holding one of Dan and Mattâs kids, from when they babysat forthe couple.
Of the two of them, Neil had beenmore vocal about wanting kids, simply because Andrew was rarely ever outspokenabout anything. Andrew had it memorized â that look of want that Neil used tohave, whenever one of Danâs kids would bring him something they had drawn orwhenever they wanted something from their kitchen. Neil had both been subtle(adoption flyers lying around the counter) and obvious (bringing it up whenthey were in bed, before they went to sleep). But what he didnât know was thatit was a fleeting want between the both of them, something that never happenedonly because they were too busy with everything else.
Looking at his watch, Andrew sawthat he had seven minutes before midnight.
âYou donât mind if Iâm a littleearly, do you?â
The voice had come a little tooclose behind him, but Andrew had learned to calm himself down. Neil never meantto scare him, even if his hair stood on end almost every time this happened.Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Inhale.Exhale. Thatâs it.
He turned around, and behind himwas Neil.
In his spiritual, yet mostcorporeal, form.
A ghost.
âYou were always one forsurprises,â Andrew whispered, tightening his grip around his flashlight. Neillooked back at him, shrugging in the most Neil-like fashion.
Ever since Neil had become thisstate, he was always different. Sometimes, he was his cheery, annoying self,following Andrew around the house and talking his ear off. There have beentimes when he was an angrier, snappier version of himself, levitating objectsaround the house and throwing them against the walls. Most of the time though,Neil was merely a shell of himself, less responsive, drifting out of realityfrom time to time.
He liked it when Andrew came tovisit, which was twice or thrice a week. Always around midnight, and not formore than half an hour. Neil had explained, once before, that there wasnât muchspiritual energy around their part of South Carolina for him to stay long.Andrew didnât know much about the supernatural and ghosts and spirits, so hetook Neilâs word for it.
At the start, Neil being a ghosthad helped Andrew cope with his death, had helped him mourn the loss. The shockhad lasted quite a while, and then the anger came. Andrew was not proud of howhe handled himself.
It was a day like any other,specifically a day when Neil was home and Andrew was out, taking care of thegroceries. Between the both of them, no one knew that Lola Malcolm hadnât beencaught by the FBI, and was instead on the lookout for Neil to seek her revenge.Andrew had come home to the struggle between Lola and Neil, and hell had brokenloose from there.
Andrew had succeeded in getting aknife through Lolaâs head through her eye, but not until after she had shotNeil in the stomach. There was blood everywhere. And the hospital could only doso much that much blood loss. Andrew threatened as many doctors and nurses ashe could, but he couldnât change what had happened. Neil was in a coma for agood eight months, before the doctors had the talk with Andrew regardingpulling the plug.
A voice had come up behind him, inthat hospital hallway, and whispered, âLetme go, Andrew. The machines are terrible. It hurts so, so much.â
It took Andrew another monthbefore he could agree to pull the plug. Wymack, Betsy, Abby, and the Foxes,both the old and the new, were there with Andrew, and that was that. No fancyfuneral. No televised news about Neilâs death. No articles in the newspapers,no interviews with the sports channels.
Just a cremation, a jar, andNeilâs ashes, sitting in one of the Columbia houseâs cupboards.
Itâs been almost three years sincethe accident. And a small part of Andrew was uneasy, if not scared, about Neilstill not being able to transition to the afterlife.
Three years.
Neil put his hand to Andrewâs arm,and Andrew shivered. He could feel the faintest sensation through his shirtsleeve. He saw Neil solidify a bit more and sigh in relief.
âI get the feeling that you havesomething to tell me that couldnât wait.â
âWeâve got all the time in theworld, what the fuck are you talking about?â
âSeventeen years of marriage doesnâthelp you become a better liar, dummy.â
Andrew gritted his teeth. Hefrowned at Neil. âYeah, well, the real world doesnât make me deal with thetruth any better, either.â
âAnd what has been happening in the real world?â Neilâs voice was lessinterested and more of a drone. As if it was draining him to push every singleword out. He went to sat down on their sofa, and continued, âTell me a story.â
So Andrew told him. About Reneeand Emilioâs third son, who was born premature and had to stay in the incubatorfor a few weeks. About Allison and her fiancĂ©, and their upcoming wedding inthe Bahamas. About Nicky and Erik visiting for Christmas this December. AboutAaron and Katelyn opening up a new private practice in the east. About Robin andher girlfriend, and how she had been coaching the Foxes for almost seven yearsnow. About Wymack in a plush and comfortable retirement home that just happensto adore Exy and him, so they had no problem with Kevinâs specifications. AboutDan and Matt starting an Exy Little League, and how it was going to be biggerthan they had anticipated. About how he and Kevin were still with the Court.
âBut you know how I keep thinkingof,â Andrew broke off, inhaling a little shakily. He sat beside Neil. âOfresigning. They have enough goalkeepers there anyway.â
Neil did a lifeless haha and replied, âGood luck. Last timeI joked about you leaving, Chief always said that wouldnât happen. âNot on my watch, Josten.â With the gruffdisagreement and all. That kinda shit.â
âIt doesnât do anything for meanymore.â
Which was true. Financially, Andrew was set for (what he believedwere) the remaining years of his life, and he still had some of his fortune fromhis teenage years to add to his Court savings. He didnât really care much forthe Exy celebrity life, and he only had a few friends in the sports industryand even less of a desire to make more. On top of that, the only reason why hewas still with the Court was because of Kevin, who was still a little abovetwenty-five years or so from retirement. Kevin was convinced that he and Andrewwould be together on the team until then.
Every single day with the team andplaying Exy served to be a reminder to Andrew about just how much Neil livedfor the sport. They had played games with one off the court, but when they wereboth on the court together, they were a force to be reckoned with. Eventually,everyone had ended up looking forward to the games that had the both of them onthe lineup.
Now that Neil was gone⊠well.Andrew could still close off the goal when the team needed it, but even theleast invested fan could see that games against the US National Team were lessexciting now. It was something no one dared to speak of.
âWell, you know I wouldnât mind ifyou did,â Neil said, leaning back and closing his eyes. Or at least thatâs whatit looked like to Andrew. âResign, I mean.â
They sat in silence for a longtime after that, Andrew and his arm on the couchâs arm rest, and Neil sittingback on the couch. It was never an uncomfortable silence, that much they bothhad to be thankful for. From time to time, Andrew looked over and watched Neildo his best to materialize, take as much energy as he could from the ground,sometimes from Andrew. But then Andrew knew Neil always felt bad about tiringhim out, so the touches were subtle. Andrew didnât want to admit that it wasmore draining that he let out.
Besides, if it meant that he couldsee Neil a little better, then Andrew would hold onto Neil himself â if Neilwouldnât violently lash out and throw Andrew off of him.
âUgh, we never really got thishouse to look the way it should,â Neil suddenly said, his eyes darting aroundthe room. Andrew snapped out of his thoughts.
âYour eye for real estate ischarming, junkie.â
âShut up. This place was a dumpbefore I got here.â
Andrew felt his mouth twitch up abit at that, and he saw Neil laughing quietly. For a bit, he looked almost⊠alive.
âYeah,â he murmured, shiftingcloser. âYou were a real lifesaver.â
Neil looked Andrew in the eyes,and smiled.
Then, as if a spell broke, he suddenlyclosed his eyes and groaned slightly. âUgh.â
âWhat?â Andrew was alert, a bit ofpanic rising in him. âAnything I could do?â
âNo, I just,â Neil stopped, facingaway from Andrew. After a beat, he spoke up again.
âThis always happens. I hate it.â
âWhat does?â
âOh, donât act like you donâtknow,â Neil scolded, a little sadly. âMe wanting to hold your hand, or mewanting to kiss you, and then remembering thatâ that Iâm just⊠this.â
And here I was, about to tell him that he has to move on. âNeil, pleasedonât do this.â
âDonât do what?â Neil snapped, standing up suddenly, making his form waver abit. Andrew was starting to feel his own anger too. It was anger not at Neil,but at the situation that led to this. He did his best to keep it down and puttwo fingers to the bridge of his nose.
âDonât⊠ughâ donât make this harder than it has to be.â
Neil looked down at him, a littleconfused. Then, understanding showed on his face, along with a very pissy mood.
âOh. Okay. I see how it is.â
In all the years that theyâve beenmarried, theyâve had their fights, and theyâve each had their share of faults.After everything though, they always, alwaysmade it a point to resolve their issues. This was because of the two of them,Neil was the one that hated going to sleep with something wrong between them.
Still, they were human, so nothingwas as perfect as how the movies almost always made everything out to be.Andrew tended to be unresponsive a lot of the time, because he didnât believein wasting a single breath on useless things, and Neil always had some smartremark prepared to everything because he liked being the last say, socompromises were only arrived at after a lotof work.
So of course, this meant thingsalways had to get messy before they get fixed.
âNeil,â Andrew began, standing upand taking a few steps away from Neil. âYou know itâs been far too long. Itâsunnatural.â
âSo is being murdered at the ageof 46, Andrew!â Neil yelled, theground shaking a little, just because he can make it shake. âThis is so unfair.Iâm not fucking ready.â
âAnd no one ever is,â Andrew replied,stepping forward slowly. It was so hard to keep himself composed, but he knewhe had to do it. âBut Iâm telling you now. Youâre not doing yourself any favorsby staying here.â
âWow, now youâre telling me about whatâs best for me. Well, news-fucking-flash, Andrew Minyard. Ithink I can handle myself.â
âNo, you canât! If you can, you wouldâve been gone from this place a longdamn time ago. You know Iâm making sense. Youârenot human anymore, Josten. You have to fucking accept that.â
âAnd what about you, huh? What is it about methat keeps you coming back? Iâm ânot human anymoreâ? Fine. Then why do you keep going here, at the crack-of-Godâs-assâo clock, visiting me?â
âBecause I care about you, idiot. Donât you think it hurts me to see you likethis, too?â
âOh, boo-freaking-hoo, Andrew Minyard is still alive, getme a tissue.â
Andrew exhaled, getting the rageout of his system before he did anything drastic. Crossing his arms, he saidthe one thing thatâs been on his mind ever since he got there.
âSo if I went and offed myself.Would that help?â
Neil, as always, doesnât properlylisten when heâs in the heat of the moment. âIf youâ what?â
Clearing his throat, Andrew repeatedhimself.
âIf I died. Passed away. Left thislife. Etcetera etcetera. Would you finally move on to the afterlife?â
âYouâre being ridiculous. Wheredid you get that dumb idea? Itâs not that easy.â
âThen what, for Godâs sake, wouldmake it easyââ
âNothing, Andrew! Donât youfucking understand?â
Neilâs outburst was so strong thata wind blew through the house, and every door in the house began openning andslamming back shut. Andrew was taken aback. The pressure in the room was sostrong, and the doors were so loud.He shut his eyes and took a few more breaths to steady himself. Anger and fearwas not the greatest combination to deal with.
Easy, Minyard.
After calming down himself, Neilshook his head.
âDonât you get it?â He startedagain, less harshly this time. âMy entire childhood, I never got to make anypart of it mine. It was always, new nickname this time around, or new state thenext month, or new house to break into later on. Mom died, and I had to livewith her voice of disappointment wherever I went. It was absolutely miserable. Andthen I came across Exy, which gave me the chance to take a small part of itback. For myself.
âAnd then the Foxes came along,and. And you guys were everything.Not from the start, no. At the start, a lot of you were major assholes,â Atthis, Andrew nodded in agreement, and Neil continued, âBut then you guys becamefamily. And every game that Palmetto State got me to, gave me even more andmore reasons to keep going. Wymack was, sort of, the father I never knew Ineeded. And somewhere along the way, I saw you in a way that I never saw anyoneelse before, and, well, I guess the rest was history.
âI finally, finally had the life Iwanted. And I had that life to share with you. It wasnât perfect, and it suretook some work getting there, what with my father and the Moriyamas and all,but I made it. I was myself. And I hadthat going for me for a long time. Seventeen years with you was wonderful. ButI knew I wanted the lifetime package. But then Lola came that day, and⊠andtook it all away. Just when I was just getting ready for the long haul.â
Neil sat back down, leaving Andrewabsolutely speechless. This was a side of Neil that he has never heard before.A lot of things were going on in his mind right now, and none of them was theright thing to say in this situation.
âDo you know what I was doing thatday, Andrew?â Neil continued, not looking up at him. âBecause I do. I stillfucking remember. I was about to put in a call for this house I wanted, justoutside of South Carolina. Somewhere in Pontiac. Matt told me about a reallygood deal by a friend of his, so I went to check the house out a couple weeksback. I was going to say yes to the realtor and put in the first payment. Itwas going to be a surprise.â
Sitting back down carefully,Andrew made sure to look at Neil this time, listening to everything he had tosay. He put his hand on top of Neilâs spirit one, watching Neilâs materializedface shed a tear.
âShit,â Andrew whispered. He hated seeing Neil cry. âI never knew.â
âYeah,â Neil sniffled, putting hishand to his face and wiping off a tear. âItâs because I did my best to keep thesecret this time around.â
And they stayed like that, staringinto each otherâs eyes, for a little bit longer. Andrew could only hear hisheartbeat, the crickets outside, and Neilâs labored breathing, from his entiredialogue earlier.
âAndrew,â Neil murmured. âIâmscared.â
Gritting his teeth, Andrewreplied, âI am too. It was hell tolose you the first time. But this is something you have to do.â After a beat,he added, âItâll get easier.â
When Neil didnât reply, Andrew puthis lips to where he saw Neilâs cheek was, and kissed. Andrew didnât feelanything, but Neil let out a humorless chuckle.
âThanks for trying, asshat,â hesaid, and Andrew knew they were okay again. He didnât really know what to saynext, so he only nodded. Neil inhaled, exhaled, and clenched both his fists.
âFine. Iâll stop being a ghoststuck in the past,â Neil said, and stood up. He rolled his shoulders back, andstretched his neck. âThe afterlife canât be thatbad.â
âIf you get sent to hell, please reserve my slot.â
âYou know thereâs one with your name on it already.â
They could sit there and jokeabout it for another hour, and it still wouldnât make the goodbye any better. Neilwas off staring at absolutely nothing, like he was trying to find the words tomake it easier. Andrew knew this, so he stood up with Neil, staring into thesame nothingness.
âHey,â Neil said, after anotherlong, quiet minute. âIâm with you, okay?â
Andrew thought about how a clockcan fail to tell time the moment it was set wrong. It was a fact of life thathe used to be frustrated with, because he had wanted to go back and change thepast. He had wished he did things differently, sway the odds in his favor. Dothe groceries the previous day instead. Get home a little earlier. Kill Lolabefore she got to shoot Neil.
But now, Andrew knew that he neededto stop playing god. Every single thing in the universe was going to come andgo, no matter what anyone did, and nobody could change that.
What made everything morebearable, Andrew knew, was the people that he went through time with.
âAlways,â he replied, looking atNeil one last time. He couldnât believe this was going to be the last time. Thetightness in his chest was enough to stop him from breathing.
It was almost like he was losingNeil all over again.
Neil smiled sadly at Andrew,almost as if he was trying to hold back more tears.
Then, he looked up, and he wasgone. And for the first time since he had bought the house, Andrew was on hisown.
For the first time, Andrew wasalone.
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â or do you still think this is all a big misunderstanding? go on, tell me again how iâm too unbalanced to understand normal brotherly affection and love. tell me this is natural.
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