Everyone dealt with their bad days differently, some people sleep, some drink, others knit.

Andy, however, doesn't even attempt to deal with her bad days because her bad days were typically regular days. It never stopped her from doing what she planned.

That's how she ended up outside Jacob Black's house at 4.

Awkwardly knocking on the door, she waited for someone to let her in. Not at all surprised to see her father's best friend Billy Black answer.

"Andy, what a lovely surprise," the elderly man beams. "Come in, the boys should be here any minute."

"Alright, thanks Billy."

Standing in the entrance, shifting from foot to foot, Andy tried to get control ober the pressure that was building inside of her. She knew that an attack was gonna come on soon, she was due to have one anyways with all the things happening in her life.

Andy just hoped that maybe the Quileute boys could work as a constant to keep her grounded. She needed normal friends.

Turning on her camera, she flicked through the photos that she had. Deleting the ones that she didn't deem worthy.

It wasn't long before she heard the loud voices of the boys. Peering out the closest window, she can see them nearing the house, laughing and joking without a care in the world.

Embry was thw first to enter, heading straight for the couch.

Next was Jacob who made directly for the kitchen, dropping his bag and kicking off his shoes on the way there.

Last was none other than Quil. Andy couldn't help it when her cheeks started to turn red in color, her blush showing clearly on her pale skin.

Quil froze at the sight of the girl. Her fingers unknowingly fiddling with her camera, her falling slightly in front of her eye. He would always find her beautiful.

"Hey," Quil welcomes.

"Quil, hey," she said softly.

"I wasn't sure if you were actually going to come."

"I told you I would. I wouldn't lie to you."

Smiling, Quil gently takes her hand, dragging her to the couch.

"How did you get here?" he asked.

"Bella drove me after school," she told him. "She wluld have stayed, but she was supposed to meet her boyfriend."

Andy heared something drop, followed by heavy footsteps. Jacob came sliding in, food still in his hands.

"Boyfriend?" he breathes.

"Yeah, Edward Cullen."

Grumbling to himself, be returns to the kitchen. A sour look on his face.

"Is he okay?" Andy whispered to Quil.

"He'll be fine. He has a thing for your sister." Quil tries to reassure her.

Andy frowns at the knowledge. She shouldn't have said anything. She should have just said that she dropped her off and left it at that.

"I'm sorry, I'm- I shouldn't have said anything," she stuttered.

"It's fine Andy, really," Quil tells her, drapping an arm over her shoulder. "He's just being dramatic."

"It's his fault for taking too long anyways," Embry adds.

Sighing, she gives the boys a small nod. Blushing over the placement of Quil's arm.

Playing with the ends of her hair, she looks between Quil and Embry.

"You boys wanna take me to the best spot to take pictures?"

Walking along the beach, the group of teens joked around. Andy chose to keep to herself, but you could catch her smiling and laughing along with them.

It came out of nowhere for, no trigger, no warning.

Nearing people, Andy was flooded with emotions. Feelings of panic and claustrophobia squeezing her chest. Anxiety seeped into her lungs, preventing her from taking a proper breath.

Closing herself in, her hands fluttered around in an attempt to calm herself, to try and breathe again.

She was vaguely aware of Quil catching her when her legs gave out. She geard Jacob, Embry and Quil trying to talk to her, but she couldn't hear. It was like she was under water, their voices muffled and distorted.

Andy normally never feared her anxiety or panic attacks because their was always someone around who knew how to help her.

The boys were going in blind.

Her panicked state made her entire situation worse.

Tears streaming down her face, Andy clutched at her chest, shaking.

Waking this morning she knew it was going to be one of her bad days, she never suspected it to be this awful.

The pressure in her chest worsened, the emotions of the boys around her making it worse.

Andy never wished to have her sister around her so badly in her life.

It wasn't long before her vision started to darken making her try to grab the nearest thing to her.

Andy wanted to speak, to explain, but the attack came on too fast, too strong, and she wasn't able to push through it.

She hated this more than anything. Knowing that nothing was wrong and these feelings didn't make sense, taht they weren't real, but not being able to push it away.

***

Quil was scared. Watching Andy hurt like this, watching her war with herself to gain control scared him immensely.

Him and his friends had no idea what to do tp help her, freaking out, wasn't helping her, but they couldn't prevent it. The worse it got, the more they panicked.

It wasn't until Andy had clutched at his arm did he seem to snap out of his fear. Somehow knowing exactly how to aid the girl.

Leaning close to her ear, he whispered to her.

Asking her questions, getting her to focus.

"List 5 things you can see," he told her. Waiting for her to come up with her fice things, holding her to him, grounding her. "List 4 things you can feel."

Quil watched as Andy's grip tightened on his arm, her fingers flexing, moving to get an idea of her surroundings.

"List 3 things you can hear," he continues. Smoothing her hair down with his free hand to comfort her. "List 2 things you can smell."

Feeling her shiver in his arms, Quil hopes that she's finally pulling through her mind.

"List 1 thing you love."

Andy shutters in Quil's arms, grabbing deep breaths. Letting herself sink into the boy, she practically crawls into his lap.

"Bella," she mumbles. "I love Bella."

Looking up at Quil with heavy eyelids, she let's him hold her.

"Someone should call my dad."

The sound of his friends laughing softly makes Quil smile. Shifting the tired, quivering girl in his arm, he digs out his phone from his pocket. Quickly instructing Jacob to get his dad to call Charlie.

Quil gave his full attention back to Andy when he felt her tug on his shirt.

"Yeah, Drea?" He asks.

"Can you just hold me until my dad gets here?" she asks softly.

"Of course," he tells her. Running his hand softly through her hair.

***

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