|Don't Bury Me, I'm Not Yet Dead
Author: NoelAnderson PM
Andrew didn't die, none of them can, because their bodies heal themselves. Unfortunately, his brain has taken longer to heal, so he has no memories. Somehow he ended up in Oregon, and now Matt and Steve have to find him. Meanwhile...Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Andrew D. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 11,014 - Reviews: 49 - Favs: 50 - Follows: 64 - Updated: 03-21-12 - Published: 02-25-12 - id: 7871083
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A/N: Thank you to all who answered my question in the last chapter. I have finally made my decision concerning what coarse I plan on taking with this story. Hopefully you will all like it. Enjoy!
Andrew sighed in contempt. He was beginning to wonder why the heck he even bothered attending school. It seemed he already knew the material being taught, so either he was put in the wrong grade (Resulting in the fact that they got his age wrong), or he was a naturally brilliant student. He figured he was the latter, because his physical appearance suggested he couldn't have possibly been out of high school already. He was loath to admit he was relatively scrawny.
At the moment he was sitting in his science class, and truthfully, he wasn't the only person not paying the teacher any mind. In fact, he was pretty sure every student in the classroom was off in their own little worlds, including the teacher, who seemed to not care he teaching was falling on deaf ears.
Andrew was watching the clock intently, waiting for the stupid bell to ring. Today the school was having a half-day because some repairs had to be made, so as soon as science was over, he was heading home, as was everyone else.
It had been about a week since his first day at Kirsten High, and still the only friend he had was Katie. He didn't care though; he wasn't there to make friends. Really he didn't want to be friends with Katie either, but she wouldn't let off, se he was stuck with her for the time being. He was friendly, at least, with an Indian kid in his Math class named Omar, but they just spoke during class and that was as far as the friendship went.
Although he did make an enemy, if you could even call him that. The kid from his last period class hadn't found the incident where his desk 'mysteriously' toppled over very funny. He though Andrew did it somehow, even it that was impossible. So now, Ty Novak was after his blood. And it turns out that Ty Novak has a reputation for putting people in the hospital. Ty Novak was a big guy. Andrew was at least slightly intimidated, to say the least. Although something inside him sneered at the idea of being afraid of someone as low as Ty Novak. He was nothing. Andrew was higher than him.
He soon shook those thoughts out of his head though, because how in the world was he higher than a dude with arms the size of watermelons. He would get pulverized. He may have been smarter, but smarts only help to a certain extent.
Finally, the dismissal bell rang, loud and clear, through the dreary atmosphere of the science classroom. The students were up and out of their seats before the teacher had even stopped talking. Andrew grinned triumphantly. He could leave this prison like building now, and he couldn't have been happier.
He swiped his arm across his desk, knocking his book into his backpack and making his way to the door. Once he was in the hallway, he had to dodge and weave his way through the crowd just to get outside. He never used his locker, so he had no reason to stop there before he left. He just kept all his books in his backpack, the extra weight not bothering him. He was even gaining some back muscles from the decision.
Once he successfully made it outside, he waited impatiently for Katie to make her way out. He knew batter than to leave without her. It was now tradition for them to walk home together. Of course, the first few days he tried to ditch her, but he was unsuccessful, so he resigned to his fate.
He watched with an emotionless face as Katie Harris bounced her way over to him with a large smile, her enthusiastic energy not affecting him in the least.
"Why are you so happy?" He asked her blankly as they started off in the direction of Viola Tyler's house.
"'Cause its Friday! That's why." She replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What's so great about Fridays?" He looked at her with an eyebrow raised.
"There are a lot of reasons Friday's are great," Katie rolled her eyes at his ignorance. "First, we don't have school for the next two days, second, we don't have school for the next two days, and third, we don't have school for the next two days!"
"Those aren't legitimate reasons." Andrew sneered.
"Whatever, Andrew. All I know is that I'm free to do whatever I want this weekend, so it's going to be great." Katie grinned up at him.
"That's not very likely. It's supposed to start raining tonight and not stop until Tuesday, so it's probably going to be a pretty crappy weekend." Andrew informed her with a smirk. Katie glowered at him in return.
"Why are you so pessimistic all the time?" She demanded angrily.
"I just figure it's best to expect the worst. If you expect the worst to happen, than when good things actually do happen they just seem all the more better, and when bad things happen, you're not disappointed." He replied sullenly.
"How sad it must be to live in your world." Katie muttered, shaking her head.
"At least I'm not annoyingly peppy." Andrew shot back at her.
"Hey! I am not peppy! Have you met the chicks on the cheer quad? They're peppy!" Katie shouted in outrage. "I'm just cheerfully optimistic in my own, sarcastic way."
"And I'm just gloomily pessimistic in my own, blunt way." He smirked at her.
Katie growled in frustration. She kept broodingly quiet for the rest of the walk (Thank God), only mumbling a goodbye to him when they reached his house. As he walked up the steps to the front door, he didn't even bother looking to see if she waved to him as she rounded the corner. He knew she wouldn't.
"Have you found anything yet?" Matt asked Casey tiredly as he and Steve both crashed on the floor of his room. After over a week of non-stop searching, they were exhausted. And worst yet, they had not found anything.
"No." Casey sighed in exasperation. "All I've found so far are dead ends. There doesn't seem to be anything about Andrew on the Internet."
"There has to be something." Steve insisted, refusing to admit that maybe there wasn't.
"Well than why don't you look?" Casey exclaimed, jumping up from her seat on Matt's bed. Whenever she wanted to search without the fear of her parents asking what she was up to, she would come to Matt's and work from his room. "Because I'm sure you would have just as much luck as I've had."
"Whoa, calm down!" Steve held his hands up in surrender. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"Well you did. I've been trying as hard as I can, but it's like trying of find a needle in a hay stack." She glared at him.
"Ok, I'll let you do your work then." Steve replied, looking a bit afraid. Matt snickered off to his side.
"This is so stressful." Casey sighed, a feeling of fatigue overcoming her like a tidal wave. She dismissed Steve's rather rude words, not because she was a forgiving person, but because being angry with him took too much energy. "When I find Andrew, I'm going to kill him again."
"You and me both, sister." Steve inserted with a playful grin.
Casey just rolled her eyes, ignoring both boys as she sat back down and situated her computer on her lap to continue searching. She wasn't the most tech savvy person in the world, so at the moment, Google was her best friend.
Matt shifted nervously where he sat.
"I'm actually getting a little worried." He said, voicing what had been eating at him for the past few days. "I've been- well, we've been out quite a lot lately, and no one seems to be questioning why. I've been expecting a military worker to come knocking on my door, demanding to know where I've been flying off to for a while now. I have an excuse ready and everything, but nothings happened."
"Maybe they've clued in to what happened to me and they know what we're trying to do, so they're letting us do all the dirty work. Eventually we'll most likely lead them right to Andrew." Steve said with a shrug.
"And that doesn't worry you." Matt asked, his voice raising a few octaves.
"Well not really. I mean seriously, did you honestly think after we found Andrew, our lives would go back to what they used to be. I'm preparing myself for the worst. We'll most likely have to live on the run, in a way. Andrew'd always wanted to go to Tibet, I was planning on going there with him, and them living like a traveler, going all around the world. My parents don't like different, and that's exactly what I am, so they'll never take me back. Obviously Andrew doesn't have anybody, and he won't want to stay here because of the possibility of arrest, or whatever the government had planned for him." Steve explained calmly. "You have a life here still. You wouldn't have to leave, but I admit I want you to come with me, and possibly Andrew."
Matt realized Steve had already thought through all of this. He narrowed his eyes at his friend and opened his mouth to say something, but Casey cut him off.
"Guys! I've found something!" She yelled happily, pointing at her computer screen. Both boys rushed to her side.
"It says here that a boy, around 17 or 18 years old, was found with amnesia about a week and a half ago in Kirsten, Oregon. All he could remember was his name: Andrew." Casey grinned up at them, her eyes alight with joy.
"Yeah baby!" Steve hollered triumphantly. He held his hand up to Casey and she high fived him enthusiastically.
Matt grinned at his friends' antics.
"Kirsten... I think I might have an aunt that lives there. I remember seeing the return address on the last letter she sent me." Casey said thoughtfully.
"We need to go. Now." Steve said, ignoring her and grabbing his discarded jacket.
"Hey! Wait, wait, wait. We can't just leave now. It's already dark out and the skies will be freezing. Plus we're both exhausted." Matt pointed out hastily, grabbing Steve by his arm before he could jump out the window.
"Do you really want to wait until tomorrow? Come on man!" Steve glared at him.
"I'm just being sensible." Matt shot back.
Casey sighed and stepped between the two of them.
"Now's not the time to fight. We'll leave tomorrow morning." She said simply.
"Whoa wait, we?" Matt looked at her incredulously.
"Yes, we." Casey growled. "I'm coming with you, because I'm pretty sure it will take more than a couple of hours to convince Andrew to come back with us, so we can stay at my aunt's. She's always asking for me to come visit anyway. And without me, you've got nowhere to stay." She stood resolutely with her hands on her hips.
Matt raised his hand to refuse, but when Casey practically bit his hand off, he quickly backed off.
"Fine." He snapped. "But how do you plan on getting there? I don't think you want to hold on to my neck the entire way there. It will take a few hours."
Steve nodded, acknowledging the issue.
"Well duh! You're both, like, super powerful now! You can both support me in the sky together." Casey snorted like they were both idiot.
"You'd really be ok with that?" Steve asked in astonishment.
"Sure." She shrugged
Steve whistled in approval.
"You're one brave chick." He laughed.
The Next Day(Saturday), Around Noon
"I'm goin' out, Max." Andrew muttered as he grabbed his jacket(As he was right about the rain) and headed to the front door, only to be blocked by none other than Maxine herself.
"Oh no you're not. First of all, don't call me Max, it's Maxine! And second, Viola said she didn't want any of us leaving today while she's gone. I plan on enforcing that." The red headed girl snarled.
"Since when does anyone ever listen to Viola. She's a witch. Why are you sucking up to her?" Andrew hissed in her face.
"Because… just because! It's none of your concern! You're still not allowed to leave." Maxine stuttered.
"I'm leaving." Andrew stating, completely ignoring her. He pushed her aside, and to Maxine's surprised, she moved unwillingly, falling with a crash to the floor. And the weirdest thing was that Andrew never touched her. Andrew didn't seem to notice, as he was already out the door and heading down the sidewalk.
He was heading to a place a few blocks away, located in the center of Kirtsen's main street. It was a coffee house called The Corner, and he knew Katie would be there. He hadn't been planning on going to try and find her, but he'd quickly gotten bored and figured finding her was better than playing kiddy board games with Hank and Rebecca.
He walked sullenly to The Corner, with his hands jammed in his pockets and his head held low. He was good at staying invisible when in that position, and for some reason, being invisible felt important to him.
Viola's house was relatively close the coffee house, so he reached it in a matter of minutes. He was not surprised to see Katie slouched in one of the back booths, nursing a peach smoothie moodily. Andrew smirked, thinking she looked like he most likely usually did.
Slowly he headed over to her; when she saw him she sat up straighter and glared.
"What do you want?" she demanded coldly.
Andrew shrugged and seated himself on the opposite side of her.
"I was bored." He said simply.
"Yeah well you might not want to hang around me. My peppiness might rub off on you." Katie grumbled, sliding back down her seat.
"You're not exactly a ray of sunshine today, in case you haven't noticed." He snorted.
Katie didn't say anything, she just stuck her tongue out at him childishly, causing Andrew to laugh.
"Being a bit juvenile, aren't we?" He asked her playfully.
"I'm only seventeen, dude. I'm still allowed to act juvenile." Katie rolled her eyes.
"So I guess this mean your still upset with me?" Andrew questioned, his voice void of any regret.
"No need to sound sorry." Katie said sarcastically. "But yes, I guess I am."
"I'm not going to sound sorry, because I'm not. I was only being honest with you, and I don't see what the big deal is." He replied.
"Whatever." She sighed. Katie stood up from the booth, throwing away her smoothie and turning to look at him. "Come on, let's go for a walk. It finally stopped raining."
Andrew got up and followed her outside, taking the invitation as a sign of forgiveness.
They walked to the local park, Katie keeping up a constant babble the entire time. Andrew was only half listening though. He was preoccupied with a splitting headache and making sure she didn't notice anything was off.
"Hey Andrew, who are those two dudes over there?" Katie asked suddenly, drawing him out of his thoughts.
A few hundred feet away two boys stood next to a girl with long blonde hair and a video camera in her hand. They were talking with each other quietly, urgently.
"I don't know. Why do you ask?" He said.
"I'm not-" but before Katie could say anything she was cut off.
"Andrew!" The African American boy yelled. He ran towards him and hugged him tightly. Andrew quickly pushed him away, a frazzled look on his face.
"Oh my gosh Andrew. We've been looking everywhere for you." The other boy said as he and the girl followed after the first boy.
"Who are you guys?" Andrew demanded, pushing Katie behind him like he thought they were psychos.
"You mean you don't remember? It's me, Steve. Your best friend? And that's Matt, your cousin and his friend Casey."
Andre just stared at them blankly.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I wanted to give you all an update. The updates will start slowing a bit, because of school and all, so I probably wont have this done before April :P I still plan on finishing sooner than usuaul though. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.