Hazel and Maggy #10 Huzzah! part 3

Andrew
I shook my head and just tried to bury myself into him more.

"It's okay to want to cry", Isaac told him quietly.

Andrew
I took a breath, not wanting nor allowing myself to cry, "Please don't go anywhere"

It broke Isaac a bit."Never."

Andrew
"She used to make the best bakewell tarts" I said, quite randomly.

"Shh, don't, you'll make yourself sadder", Isaac said hugging him tighter.

Andrew
"And she always made them when I went over. Always served with custard" He continued, his eyes closed and against Isaac.

"Don't, it's not good for you to think like that", Isaac said.

Andrew
I himmed lightly, trying to cuddle into him more.

"I think this is the closest we get with you in this state", Isaac teased weakly.

Andrew
I hummed again, before saying "I love you"

Isaac looked at him for a second. There was something about this moment which sent shivers down his spine."I love you too", he told him, but it was unlike all those playful and casual reminders. This was real, raw and true.

( :3)
Andrew
I spite of myself, I smiled lightly however I didn't move from my position cuddled up to him.

"You are my everything", Isaac whispered into his hair.

Andrew
I felt my stomach jolt a little and I kept smiling as I looked up to him. My eyes slightly red and looked very tired, "You're probably more than that"

"Are you making this into a competiton?" Isaac asked

Andrew
"Possibly" I said, watching him closely.

Isaac was unsure whether to kiss him or not. It was always a good time for a kiss, except when it wasn't. He finally decided that a kiss might make him forget for a few seconds, so he raised his head and pressed his lis against Andrew's lightly, barely touching.

Andrew
I pulled back from him and lower my gaze, "Sorry, as much as I would like to, now isn't a good time." I said, "All I can think of is nan and as nice as she is, I really don't want to be thinking of her snogging you" I smiled and tapped his nose playfully.

"Just trying to help", Isaac blushed lightly.

Andrew
I smiled lightly, and ran a finger over his cheek before closing my eyes again

(meep)

(hmm ditto, skip?)

(youd better start)

On the bed where Andrew normally slept- was a note, bound by a tatty piece of string.
'Dear Pigeon,' It read in Andrew's scruffy handwriting 'I think this is necessary, so, if you go to the fridge you'll find another note like this one. Please follow the instructions on it, and, as always, I look forward to seeing you.
Drew xx'