Chucky And Andy Novels & Stories

Shut up, Andy’,’’ Vickie punched him in the shoulder and chuckled. ‘‘Ow!’’ Andy held his shoulder and smiled like the pervert he was, ‘‘you like hitting, huh? Come here!’’ He grabbed her and placed her on his laps and shamelessly started to dry hump her in front of his friends to which they all had dramatic and exaggerated disgusted expressions on their faces. ‘‘Get a room, you two.’’ Zara’s mom shouted from behind a window in their two-storey house. ‘‘Oh shit!’’ Andy whispered, he’d totally forgotten they weren’t alone. The whole crew laughed till they had tears in their eyes while Andy gently lifted his laughing girlfriend off of his laps and placed her back on the bench with a light slap

"Christian. Where are you lost, dude?" Christian was bewildered awake. He looked up to see Andy sitting in the office chair across the table. "When did you come in?" He asked furrowing his brows. Andy shrugged and said. "About two minutes ago. What were you planning? How to conquer Riley and her family back?" "Neither."

Tyler immediately let go of my aching wrist because of Andy. I glanced at Tyler before I squatted in front of Andy. “Andy, honey, why are you here? Are you with your mommy? How’s your eyes, honey?” He shook his head, pouting. “My eyes are so perfect now. Mommy is in an interview. So I stayed with Uncle Tyler in his company. Uncle Tyler promised me to visit a doctor here—” “That’s enough, Andy.” I lifted my face to look at Tyler. That’s when I realized he was a little pale. Is he really sick?