I'm a Loaded Gun (Part 2)

My back was aching. My legs were tangled with Andy, my torso was about to fall off the edge of the bed. I grumbled and heard Andy groan. I turned over and opened my eyes, finding Andy pushed up against the wall. "Andy?"

"Whatttt," he growled.

"We need to do something about this," I groaned. "I won't be able to sleep like this tomorrow night. My back is killing meeee." I went to stretch and roll onto my side, finding their wasn't support there. "AH!" My body hit the floor and I whined as I rolled onto my stomach to cover my face. "Fuckkkkk."

"Are you OK, sweetie?" Andy said, peeking over the edge of his bed.

I replied by whining like a three year old with a temper tantrum.
Two hands caressed the center of my back, slowly moving to my sides, lifting me, and turning me over so Andy was cradling me. He leaned me into his shoulder and brushed the hair away from my face. "Are you OK?" he kissed my forehead. I didn't reply, but he carried me out of the bedroom and to the bathroom.

I put my feet down and put my arms around his neck. "Thank you, can you get us some clothes and I'll get the shower ready?" I leaned up and pushed my lips into his, not even minding his morning breath.

"As much as I would love to, sweetie," he pecked my lips once, "I would hate for my parents to know we do that, especially in their house. But I will go you some clothes. Go ahead and hop in your shower and I'll have your stuff ready when you get out." He let go and closed the door as he walked back to his room.

I sighed and turned on the shower. This ordininary shower made me miss Andy and Is large master suite. I turned to the towel closet and got myself a large towel and a wash cloth, double checking the shower has shampoo and soap as I placed the linens beside the tub basin. I walked over to the full length mirror against the wall. I stared into my face. I could see I hadn't slept well. Andy's bed was plenty comfortable, but it was only a long twin bed. There was not room for both of us unless we were clinging to each other. I bunched up a section of my hair that had lost the style. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my heads my hair tickling my back as it cascaded over my skin. I wiggled out of the running shorts I slept in and kicked them to the little pile of my clothes. I picked up my brush from my bag on the floor and began pulling the knots and clumps of dead hair out so my hair would be easier to dry. I placed it back in the bag and got out my razor and face wash. The door opened. Andy came in the door and silently closed it behind him, turning to see me in the mirror. I motioned for him to come over and pointed to the clasps on my bra. He tip toed over to me and undid the back of the bra. It was brand new and the clasps were very stiff. He pulled it down my arms, and held my body as we both stared into the mirror. My eyes scanned over the beautiy of his naked torso. I loved his tattoos, delicately painting his ivory skin. The way his eyes shone against the deep black in his hair, even when it was perfectly ruffled with bed head. His face was slightly stubbled, since he hadn't shaved yet, and his gorgeous pale hands lovingly wrapped around my body and splaying over my stomach, making me feel safe.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured as he pressed his warm soft lips into my cold neck. The contact brought a warmth and energy to my body. His lips crept up my neck to my ear, knowing I had a very sensitive spot just behind my ear. I didn't stop him. When his lips pulled at my skin my knees buckled and he grasped me as I turned into a rag doll. He laughed as he steadied me. "I think I just swept you off your feet." His teeth flashed in the mirror, his eyebrows raised and the corners of his mouth bunching up his cheeks.

"Shut up," I whispered as I got back on my feet and pushed his chest. "I gotta shower, and I don't think your dad would like to see you in here while I'll almost naked." I waited until Andy walked out before I went completely bare and got into the warm shower. The shower helped to relieve some of the aches in my back from awkward positioning I had to use to find sleep. Even when I stepped out of the shower, my neck and shoulders still felt locked and like they were grinding. I got dressed and wrapped my hair in a towel before returning to Andy's bedroom, to find it empty.

I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, finding Andy sitting at the counter in his long shorts and Amy leaning over it as they spoke. I took my seat next to Andy and Amy reached behind her, setting a plate in front of me. It had French toast and sausage links on it.

"Oh, Amy! How did you know my favorite breakfast," I stopped, looking at Andy with a smile.

"I wanted to make you guys a good breakfast, and yes, Andy had a little bit to do with it," she said.

I set down my fork, "Andy didn't actually make the food did he?"

Amy laughed, "No, I cooked everything."

"In my defense," Andy said as he sat up, "I got the food out of the fridge and the plates from the cabinet."

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Good job."

He smiled and swallowed the last bite of his breakfast, before standing, kissing my cheek and excusing himself to take a shower.

Amy's face was radiant. "I've never seen him this way," she said when we heard the bathroom door close. "I swear, you've changed him, Reya, for the better. I've never seen him so focused, I mean he's always been driven, but never so targeted on exactly what he wants. Trust me, I've seen plenty of girls come and go from his life, and I've suffered the heartbreaks with him. Never before, has Andy ever talked about a girl the way he brags about you, and his eyes seem to glow whenever he can y your name, or even thinks of you. He always has some story about you he has to tell me, or some experience of yours. I love seeing him so animated...and, well, happy. Thank you, sweetie for bringing my real Andy back to me."

I sat almost speechless, "Oh...huh. You're welcome?" I laughed. "The real Andy?"

"Mhm. I know Andy's probably not told you much about his past, because he's not one to dwell on it, at least openly. After Scout and him broke up he was torn between what was really important in his life. First love or maybe career. A few girls randomly came and went with not much care to any of us. We never met them anyways. I knew he was just wanting some company." A sigh caught my attention as she recalled the past. "And then Juliet came along. Andy met her on Warped and hated her, but they then came together and flirted around and probably more than I wish to know. That's when I really lost him and knew I wouldn't get him back until he wanted to. She changed him and even when I tried to talk to him about her, he got all defensive and would storm out. You know Andy's temper. We'd go two months without a single call from Andy. It broke my heart, but then, he calls me one night out of the blue. Starts talking about some pretty little redhead who he met at a festival. Instantly I pictured a girl with crazy colored hair and a face full of piercings and head to toe in tattoos or someone from Ashley's collection of escorts. But then he tells me she's different. I honestly didn't believe him. But the next day he calls me and says that he was in jail for domestic assault and battery. Apparently someone tried to hurt his little redhead. He needed bail so he could go make sure he was there for her in the hospital and I knew something changed."
I could barely speak. "So...you...know about...Seth."

"I do, sweetheart," she said as she placed a motherly hand on my shoulder. "He told me everything. And next thing I know he's in St Louis with this girl and shes with his record label. And then she's gone. And I didn't know what happened but suddenly Juliet was back. Honestly, I wanted to slap that girl. I knew Andy was different since he had met your but he returned to his old ways with Juliet and that scared the hell out of me. He never called. I was terrified that some night I would get a call about him being hurt or run off with that girl. And then Andy calls me, saying he and Juliet were done for good. And he was gonna shape up. And before I knew it he called me, and said you were back in the picture, and," she grabbed my hand across the counter, "I couldn't have been more delighted. you make my son so happy, sweetie. I cannot wait until you are officially a member of the family, because I'm so excited to have you as my daughter in law."

My eyes welled up with tears, and I couldn't speak, so instead I stood up and went around the counter, embracing Amy in a warm and strong hug, not letting her go. "You don't know how much that means." She held onto me and patted my back. I let her go. "I mean it, its so nice to know you approve of me. Things have been...right to say the least. I haven't spoken with my parents since I first met Andy."

"Surely they miss you," she said.

"I don't think so, Amy." I held back the tears. "They haven't made any real effort to see me and the last time I did see them they yelled at me and wanted the out of the house. Things are...past repair. Thank you for being here though."
"I'm always here," she said with a squeeze of my hand.

I hugged her again as Andy walked in the door. "What's going on here?" he said, seriousness edging his voice.

Amy wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "Girl talk, Andy."

I smiled, "Yeah, just needed some mom talk."

Andy came over and made it a three person hug. "My two favorite girls in the world."

Notes

Gushy stuff :)

sorry for the delay! I've been soooo busy. I'm working on a new series that I will post when I finish this :)