I'm a Loaded Gun (Part 2)

With a deep breath, the sweet aroma of baking chocolate made its way into my nose. A quiet grumble formed in my throat and a yawn overcame me. I had my hand held up to my chest, and the other was behind the couch pillow. The one on my chest was carefully squeezed, and I fluttered my lids to see my hand twined with another and the letter P tattooed on the thumb. Andy's arms gave me a squeeze, and pushed my spine into his chest. I couldn't help but smile.

"I take it you're awake?" Andy said quietly, his voice all rough, making my body ignite. "We gotta go back to my parents house and pack if you want to go see Siren. We'll have to fly over there and that means we need to get up, sweetie."

"Okay," I mumbled. I rolled over, pressing my chest into his, "I love you."
"Love you too," he said before he kissed me.

Ugh, I needed alone time with him. We slowly got up and went to the kitchen to find that his grandmother had made chocolate, chocolate chip muffins for us. I needed a chocolate fix, badly. I took the muffin with me down the hall to Andy's old room so I could change back into my dress from yesterday. I took a massive bite and ended up eating the entire, giant muffin in about four bites. I pulled off my shorts and went to grab the dress. Oh shit, mother nature. Thank you very much. I grabbed my phone.

Andy, please bring me my purse.

:: You okay?

Womanly issues.

:: oooo ...

I heard a quiet knock on the door. "Come in."

The door cracked open and Andy peaked in, "Um... Here's your purse."

I sheepishly took the purse, "Sorry..."

He chuckled and closed the door before I went into the bathroom and pulled out the spare pad I had in my purse. Well, I'd much rather do this than be sitting here waiting for a pregnancy test. Poor Siren. I wonder how scared she is right now. I've been texting her. Ashley is still with his family and she is with hers. Her parents don't know anything either. She's terrified Ash will leave her or call off the wedding or something. Scary to think that could have been Andy and I, whew...

I got cleaned up and put back on my dress before joining Andy in the living room. I stopped when I looked at the wall, expecting to see it left where we stopped last night. But it was completed. Andy had a smirk on his face. "You painted without me?" I joked.

"I'm afraid we did," His grandma said from around the corner as she shuffled in. "I wanted to get my old bones moving and paint something so after you went to sleep Andy and I finished it. Hope you don't mind, sweetie."

"Not at all," I laughed as I moved over to give her a hug. "It was so nice to meet you."

"Be sure to send me an invitation to the wedding!" she giggled.

Andy sauntered over and gave his grandma a big hug, "Bye gram. I love you."

"I love you, too. Keep in touch."

Hand in hand, we went out to the car the Biersacks left us and began the drive back to his parent's house. Andy was focused on the road, but still kept his thumb on my knuckles and absent mindedly rubbed his thumb back and forth. "So we are gonna go see Siren?"

"Yep," I said as I stared out the window.
"Alright, here, take my phone and order us the plane tickets. We'll have to pack up when we get back and leave as soon as we can. It's already ten and its an hour or so to the airport. It'll be like three hours or something in the plane. We should get in around seven in Illinois."

"Okay." I took his phone and pulled up the ticket app and got us two seats from Columbus to St. Louis. We'd have to drive the rest of the way.

"Are you okay?"

I turned to look at him. He glanced away to meet my gaze for a moment. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

His cheeks blushed. "So...I guess that means...everything, uh...worked?"

My eyebrows crunched together. "What are you talking about?"

A crimson burn flooded his face. "We aren't...in the same position, right?"

Suddenly it clicked in my mind. "No, Andy. We aren't expecting anything. My...friend came for her weekly visit this morning."
"Oh...good."

The air was still and awkward. My lips turned up as I stifled a laugh. I'm 21 and he's 23 and here we are too uncomfortable to talk about human bodily functionals. I busted up and laughed. He couldn't help but chuckle too with his throaty laugh.
"We just need to be more safe in the future okay?"

He nervously combed through his black hair with his hand, "Yeah, I know. It's just not my first thought when I have you in my hands. I'm usually a little more preoccupied."

"I know," I agreed, "but we aren't ready for something like this." I stroked his knuckles.

"Yeah. It's a lot, and we are both at pretty crazy points right now. I'm about to hit the studio, and I've gotta work with some bands and-"

"Some bands?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. You know how every Saturday I go with Jinxx down to the strip?" He paused to look at me. "Well, we've been going to some local shows and seeing some of the underground bands. Some of them are really talented, just can't get their foot in the door. So Jake is helping them with the musical side and might record a few of them and I'm helping with vocals and stuff. They are a lot heavier though. It's not something that I can work on with the band because it's not really our style."

"So you're writing and singing with them?"

"Yeah."

I felt kind of torn. I'd always had a struggle with the time I got with Andy. I wanted him to enjoy himself with this new adventure, but I was kind of jealous that this would take even more time away from him and I that we already didn't have. The wedding was in seven months and there was a lot of planning to be done that I needed his help with. "I hope you enjoy it."

The car pulled into the Biersacks drive. I followed Andy up to the door and into the living room. No one was in it. We went upstairs to his bedroom, and he stopped me in the doorway. "I'm gonna go down the hall, why don't you start packing up?"

"Okay," I whispered as I leaned up on my tippy toes to peck his lips. He turned and sauntered down the hall and knocked on his parents door. I turned to attend to the mess of Andy's room. We had thrown our clothes on the floor over the last few days and it was pretty hard to find whose pile was whose. It also didn't help that both of us usually wear black and white. I spotted my red bra peaking out of a pile I picked it up and began to sort out the mess into Andy's pile and my pile on the bed. The only way I could separate our black skinnies jeans was because my were all Rude brand. We each had a duffle bag and we shared one large suitcase. Andy walked into the room and stood in confusion looking at the bed.

"I have absolutely no idea what I'm supposed to do."

I giggled and threw a shirt at his face, "The pile over there is yours, I don't remember how you packed."

He smiled and began to pack up his duffle while I went to the bathroom to get our remaining stuff out of there. With my arms full of bottles and travel tubes, I dropped them onto the bed. Andy was lightning fast at packing and already had his duffle packed and started on the shared suitcase. I started organizing the bathroom stuff into the straps and net pockets of the case. Once we changed into fresh clothes and finished packing, we carried our bags downstairs. Amy was walking around the kitchen with her pajamas and house robe on, making a pot of coffee.

"Are you guys taking off?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah, we gotta get to Illinois and get Siren before we get back to LA," Andy said with a tired expression.

Amy came over and gave Andy a strong hug, rocking him side to side a little before releasing him with a kiss on the cheek, "Take care of yourself, and make sure to keep in touch with us, okay?" With a smile, she turned to me and pulled me into a squeezy hug.

Notes

Sorry for the filler but I promise I'll write good stuff soon