Andy's POV My eyes squinted shut as a set of hands carefully shook my arm. I groaned and cracked my lids, seeing my dad, already dressed, standing over the bed. I grumbled, "Whaaaatttt?"

"Time to get up, we have stuff to do," he said quietly.

I nodded and carefully unhooked, a still sleeping, Reya's arms from my chest. She grumbled and turned to her other side. As slowly as I could, I got out of bed, careful not to wake her. I grabbed some skinny jeans, my boots, and a long sleeve black under armor shirt. I threw on a white Drop Kick Murphy's shirt and my leather jacket over it. I ruffled my hair out of my way and went to the kitchen. My mom handed me a bacon sandwich and a thermos of coffee as my dad and I walked out the door and to the car. My dad took the wheel and off we went. I'm not really a morning person, so I was only half aware of anything until I got the coffee down. "So where are we going?"

"Your grandma's house. Her place needs some help since...since your grandpa passed. She wants some things fixed and needs us to move some stuff she can't on her own."

I nodded in reply and the rest of the ride was silent. Things had been quiet since the blow up last night at dinner. Things never were dull with my dad and I, we always had something to talk about. After he walked out of the room i tried to talk to him, but he didn't want to hear a thing. He was so angry with the whole situation that he refused to listen to anything I had to say to him. I ended up retreating to the backyard to smoke a cigarette. My mom came out to check on me. I stomped out the cigarette and followed her to her office. I spent the time taking to her and calming down. Rey was already asleep when I crawled into the bed with her. I swallowed the last bite of my sandwich as we pulled into my grandparents drive. I got out and went to the door, walking right in. My grandmother was sitting in her favorite recliner watching Jeopardy. Her old eyes turned away from the screen, growing wide as she saw me.

"Andy! Oh! Oh, I had no idea you were going to come over! I thought you were on tour!" she said as she rose out of the chair.

I walked over to her and gently squeezed her, "No, I'm off for another week, so I thought I'd stop in and help out."

"Oh bless your heart. Well, you know where everything is. I need the boxes in the guest bedroom to be moved up to the attic and I need one of my walls to be fixed and repainted, but I'll have a special request once you get done, alright?" she smiled.

"Alright, I'll get to work," I gave her a kiss on the cheek, walking down to the guest room. I used to stay in this room quite a bit when I was younger. This was my room whenever I came over to stay the night or even just for the afternoon. I found a couple boxes packed up and stacked on the floor. My dad and I carried the boxes out to the hallway, and I pulled the string from the hall ceiling, bringing down the ladder. My dad pushed past me and walked up the ladder. In silence, I handed him the boxes, and he put them away. I went back to the living room, finding my grandma trying to remove a painting from the wall. I jumped over and grabbed the painting before it dropped. "Whoa, easy gram, let me take these down."

She released it so I could rest it against the couch. She disappeared into the kitchen as I removed the other framed pictures from the wall. My dad mumbled that he was going to go buy the paint and supplies we needed. I sighed and plopped down on the old sofa.

"Andy?"

"Yeah gram?" I called.

She shuffled around the corner and brought me a small book. I held the small leather journal in my hands, looking into her old eyes. "Now, do you know anyone who could do this for me?" She pulled the bookmark and opened to a black and white sketch of a field. "I drew this when I was about your age. I've always wanted to paint this on that wall over there, but in color. Your grandpa told me I could if I wanted, but my old hands and back wouldn't be able to stand up there and do this."

A smile broke across my face, "I know exactly who can do this."

"Good," she said as she patted my shoulder and went to the couch.

Reyas POV Andy was already gone when I woke up in the morning. Trudging down the stairs, I found Amy in her sweatpants and a hoodie. She was sitting in the living room watching the morning news.

"Good morning, Amy," I smiled as I entered the room.
She glanced up and patted the couch beside her, "Good morning sweetheart."

I took her offer and sat beside her as she spoke, "How are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm alright. My anxiety died down a bit finally."

"Good. How about you go upstairs and get ready. You and I can go out and spend sometime together. We could go to the mall or do whatever you want. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful," I beamed. I got up and went to Andy's room. I pulled on a pair of black panty hose with a dress that was black on top and at the hip was white with black roses. I got out my black over the knee boots and then found that Andy had packed my blue button up sweater that I pulled over that. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and straightened my bangs my typical scene style. I did simple black eyeliner and mascara. Amy was ready in a pair of stylish blue jeans with black ankle boots and a nice red sweater.

"Oh you look lovely!" she said as we walked out to her car. We started down the road as Amy chimed in, "Well, the boys are gonna be at his grandparents home today so they can help her so they should be gone all day. How about we get our nails done?"

"Cool!" I chirped. "I've never gotten my nails professionally done."

"Well you'll love this then!" she said as we pulled up to the nail salon. Amy got a French manicure and I asked for the same thing since I had no idea what any of it really was. After I watched them paint on the white tips I asked for some black roses to be painted on the nails and showed the women the BVB symbols. I ended up getting a black tip on my pinky, the pentastar on my ring finger, the black rose on my middle, the BVB sign on my pointer, and my thumb done with a black line. I was amazed that you could even get that small of designs on your nails. Amy glanced over as her nails were drying. "OH! Andy's going to love those, Rey!"

"That was my hope," I replied.

We waited for our nails to dry, and then Amy refused to let me pay for my $40 manicure. As we stepped out of the shop and into the cold of Ohios winter, Amy's cell phone began to ring. "Hello," her eye brows pinched together as she listened. "Oh, ok. No. No. You stay put. I'll come get you. Ok. Ok."

"Is Andy OK?" I asked as worry spread through my stomach.

"He's fine, Chris isn't feeling well. Sorry to cut our girls day short but-"

"Dont even give it a second thought, Amy," I interrupted. "Let's go get him. I'm sure you and I will have plenty of time to spend together in the future. I'm gonna need someone to help me plan a wedding."

Her smile grew, "Oh, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this!" We spent the rest of the time talking about colors, themes, and ideas for the wedding. I loved Amy's idea of doing the wedding in light grey, teal blue, and black. I told her how I wanted to have the wedding in California on the beach. She loved that idea. She already knew exactly what kind of flowers that would look best and had cake ideas, I didn't even know how much went into planning a wedding. But I loved how open and eager she was to help me, especially since I didn't have my own mother to help. "Oh and I have a great idea, I know of the perfect person who can make you a stunning dress that shows your curves and if you want you can show your cross with it."

"My cross tattoo?"

"Yes! If you want of course, I didn't know if you two wanted modern or traditional."

"I was thinking I'd have to cover them up honestly."

"Why would you?" she asked. "They are gorgeous artistry and they tell your story. Andy's got almost triple yours so I don't see why it would matter if you showed yours."

"You are so wonderful, Amy. Seriously. If...if my mom was helping I'd have to conceal them all and take out my piercings."

"I never thought that Andy would end up as tattooed as he is, but he's a great son and if he's happy that's all I care about." Amy pulled into a small driveway beside Chris's car. I followed Amy into the home, seeing Andy and Chris sitting on opposite sides of a couch and an old women in the recliner. "Chris, Andy says you don't feel good?"

"I'm fine-"

"He was throwing up," chimed in Andy, followed by a glare from Chris.

"I'm fine," he said getting up.

"Chris, why don't you come home with me and Andy can paint. The paint fumes wont help you one bit," Amy says. After some bickering, Chris was taken to the car and Amy drove off. I was left in the doorway standing awkwardly.

"Come on in, sweetheart. I don't bite," his grandmother laughed as she shuffled over. She pulled me into a gentle hug, "You must be Reya, you can just call me Gram." She let go and took a step back, "Wow Andy, she's a nice one. Very pretty."

I blushed as Andy stood up, a proud smile plastered on his face exposing his white teeth. "Yeah, she's a keeper," he said as he pressed his lips into my temple as he wrapped an arm around my waistline.

"So, Andy tells me that you paint?" she asks.

"Um, yeah. I used to. I haven't done anything recently," I replied. She placed a small leather book in my hands, a red ribbon marking a page. My hands delicately opened to the page like opening the wings of a butterfly. A beautiful sketch of a field in black and white caught my eyes and my breath, "Oh wow."

"I'd like for you and Andy to paint this however you wish on the wall right there."

I glanced up and Andy, sharing a smile, "Of course, I'd love to."

Notes

Sorry for the wait! But it's a longer chapter!
Seriously been busy

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