A Night Interrupted

The weekend had finally arrived, and Andrew was excited to spend another sleepover with Nick at his house. They had been friends for years, and these sleepovers had become a regular occurrence. As they settled in for a night of movie-watching and gaming, Andrew felt a sense of comfort and normalcy wash over him. As the night wore on, Andrew started to feel a little parched. He got up from the couch, stretching his arms over his head, and announced to Nick that he was going to grab a glass of water from downstairs. Nick nodded, not looking up from his phone, and Andrew made his way out of the room. The house was quiet, except for the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards. Andrew padded downstairs, his bare feet making barely a sound. He opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and poured himself a glass. As he took a sip, he felt the cool liquid slide down his throat, quenching his thirst. With his glass refilled, Andrew headed back upstairs, his mind already drifting back to the movie they were watching. He walked down the hallway, his eyes fixed on Nick's room, when suddenly he felt a hand grasp his arm. He spun around, his heart racing, to find Judd standing in front of him, his eyes locked on Andrew's. Andrew's instincts kicked in, and he tried to pull away, but Judd's grip was firm. Judd took a step closer, his face inches from Andrew's, and Andrew felt a shiver run down his spine. Before he could react, Judd had pinned him against the wall, his body pressed against Andrew's. "Hey," Judd whispered, his breath hot against Andrew's ear. "I've been wanting to talk to you." Andrew's mind went blank as he tried to process what was happening. He struggled to free himself, but Judd's hold was too strong. Panic began to set in, his heart racing with fear. "Let me go," Andrew demanded, trying to keep his voice steady. Judd's eyes seemed to bore into Andrew's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, Judd's face shifted, his expression softening. "I'm not going to hurt you, Andrew," Judd said, his voice low and gentle. "I just want to talk." Andrew searched Judd's eyes, trying to read his intentions. He wasn't sure if he believed Judd, but he didn't have the strength to resist anymore. He nodded, and Judd slowly released his grip, his hand lingering on Andrew's arm. The hallway seemed to stretch out before them, the air thick with tension. Andrew took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "What do you want to talk about?" Andrew asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Judd's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and Andrew's gut twisted with a sense of foreboding. "I think we should talk about us," Judd said, his voice dripping with suggestion.