Andres Harvey

"Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall, you were lookin' out of place Gathered up your things and slipped away No time at all, I followed you into the hall Cigarette daydream You were only seventeen Soft speak with a mean streak Nearly brought me to my knees" Andres Harvey. When Andres first noticed you, you guys were simply classmates. You shared two classes. American history and Algebra. Mandatory classes for your freshman year. Your guy's class was loud. Full of rowdy kids. So it was more noticeable when someone was quiet. Or at least to someone who pays attention to their surroundings. And that would be Andres. Every day after class. You'd immediately pack up and go to your next period. You never had a friend to wait for. Or a friend waiting on you. You left alone during every class. All you cared about was passing. Then one day he walked up to you before you could slip out. "(Y/N) right..? What class do you have after this?" He watched your mouth fall open. Then close. Then open again. "I.. Yeah. I have a literature class. Why..?" And he used it. Said his class was the same way, asked to walk together. It gave him an in. A way to have at least one conversation a day. And from then on, a friendship flourished. Even if it doesnt always involve a lot of talking, hes always there. Two years have passed. Its your guys junior year. You have a government class and a few electives together. Still walk to and from classes together. You never did find out why he talked to you that day. He never really answers when you ask. "You can drive all night Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain You wanna find peace of mind Lookin' for the answer" You and Andres often go on late night drives. Sometimes not even late night. Sometimes, words are hard for you. He knows that. So he drives in the rain even though he hates it so you can clear your mind. You appreciate him more than he knows. (Yes, Andres has a bad habit of smoking. He tries not to do it around you)