Love By Mistake
A Kiss My Darling A Kiss
Very softly their lips met, his lip ring cold against her lips but it felt good in an odd way. She felt his hand cup her cheek as he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, his blue eyes shining as he looked at her expectantly. She smiled, her pale lips slightly swollen from their embrace and he couldn’t help feeling a deep emotion and connection with this girl. She was the very opposite of what he usually went for and she wasn’t his biggest fan, ready to feed his ego at just the right moment. No, this girl would talk straight with him and tell him when he was being an ass and she never seemed to hesitate.
“That was nice.” She said softly, her light green eyes wide with laughter.
“I really do like you Odessa. I can’t explain it, but I just do.” He sighed, pulling away from her, slightly frustrated at the fact that he couldn’t express himself. He never had a problem with that in the past.
“I know and I like you too, but what can come of this…” She leaned back against the bus just then, her hair fanned out behind her like a halo.
“What do you want to come of this?” He asked her, afraid that her answer would be not something he wanted to hear, but he needed to know anyways.
“A friendship. Maybe more when the time is right. You still want to spend the day with me tomorrow?” She asked tentively, not knowing what his answer was going to be after her rash decision to place him in the friendzone.
“Yeah of course. I really do like hanging out with you…even though you smell bad.” He laughed the last bit and looked off the other way innocently.
“Oh I smell bad? Well Mr. Rockstar maybe you should take a whiff of your own delicious body odor…” She giggled and pushed his shoulder, leaning back in defense of the oncoming attack.
He said nothing, but instead just reached over and poked her in the side. She giggled, twitching at the sudden intrusion of her most ticklish spot. Noticing her reaction, Andy got a devilish look on his face and wiggled his fingers at her as he moved to attack her sides once more. His fingers were cold as they grasped at her warm sun kissed skin and she laughed loudly as the ticklish onslaught continued. All of a sudden out of now where…she snorted loudly. He stopped tickling her and moved back to stare at her, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“What was that?” He asked, noticing the blush slowly creeping up her neck.
“I snort when I laugh really hard…”She blushed even deeper and brought her hand up to her eyes and covered them in embarrassment.
“That is the cutest fucking thing ever…” He laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to place a soft kiss against her cheek.
They sat there for awhile after that, just talking about random things that popped into their heads. She told him about her job, which he seemed to love and he told her about how he had gotten the band together when he was only a teenager. She confessed her fear off spiders and he told her about his love for animals. Her favorite color, he came to realize, was teal and she finally noticed that he had not one but three Batman tattoos. She showed him her other tattoos, including her Little Mermaid one that was on the back of her right thigh and the rose and pocketwatch that rested right below her bra line on her left side. He loved the way she smiled and seemed to do so often and she liked that he seemed to actually know what he was talking about and didn’t seem like some of the other musicians she had come across in her life.
“Why do you have one nail painted red?” She asked him, finally noticing that his nails had nothing on them, except for one nail that had a streak of red painted across it.
“To remind myself to never give up…it’s worked so far.” He laughed, scooping her left hand in his right and bringing her hand to his lips.
He smiled, his lips forming that smile softly against her knuckles as she felt him kiss her hand gently and then let it fall back down in to his lap, his hand never leaving hers. She shook her head, a smile forming even though she knew she was done for. There was no way they would be just friends, but she was going to try and make the friendship last for as long as possible.
“You are pure cheese Biersack…” She laughed and then reached back to pull out her phone, noticing that it was almost 3 in the morning. She groaned softly.
“What are you going to turn into a pumpkin or something?” He asked her, glancing over and seeing what the fuss was about.
“No, but it’s still an hour drive back to my place and I’m already feeling sleepy.” She said, stifling a yawn with the back of her free hand.
“So? Sleep here…you can share my bunk. I’ll even give you a shirt to sleep in.” He smirked down at her, his eyebrows raised hopefully.
“Oh…and what will people think of me?” She asked, only half serious, but hesitant all same. She wanted to keep this as plutonic as possible.
“It’s one night and who cares what they think. Please?” His eyes grew wide and puppyish as she felt herself give in.
“Fine…lead the way. But walk slow…my feet are killing me.” She laughed as he pulled her up, but instead of letting go of her hand he quickly swept her up and on to his back to piggy her to the bus.She wrapped her arms around his neck, the feathers that were in his hair tickling her nose as she breathed in his scent. She wasn’t sure what to think at this point, but hey…you only live once right?
“That was nice.” She said softly, her light green eyes wide with laughter.
“I really do like you Odessa. I can’t explain it, but I just do.” He sighed, pulling away from her, slightly frustrated at the fact that he couldn’t express himself. He never had a problem with that in the past.
“I know and I like you too, but what can come of this…” She leaned back against the bus just then, her hair fanned out behind her like a halo.
“What do you want to come of this?” He asked her, afraid that her answer would be not something he wanted to hear, but he needed to know anyways.
“A friendship. Maybe more when the time is right. You still want to spend the day with me tomorrow?” She asked tentively, not knowing what his answer was going to be after her rash decision to place him in the friendzone.
“Yeah of course. I really do like hanging out with you…even though you smell bad.” He laughed the last bit and looked off the other way innocently.
“Oh I smell bad? Well Mr. Rockstar maybe you should take a whiff of your own delicious body odor…” She giggled and pushed his shoulder, leaning back in defense of the oncoming attack.
He said nothing, but instead just reached over and poked her in the side. She giggled, twitching at the sudden intrusion of her most ticklish spot. Noticing her reaction, Andy got a devilish look on his face and wiggled his fingers at her as he moved to attack her sides once more. His fingers were cold as they grasped at her warm sun kissed skin and she laughed loudly as the ticklish onslaught continued. All of a sudden out of now where…she snorted loudly. He stopped tickling her and moved back to stare at her, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“What was that?” He asked, noticing the blush slowly creeping up her neck.
“I snort when I laugh really hard…”She blushed even deeper and brought her hand up to her eyes and covered them in embarrassment.
“That is the cutest fucking thing ever…” He laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to place a soft kiss against her cheek.
They sat there for awhile after that, just talking about random things that popped into their heads. She told him about her job, which he seemed to love and he told her about how he had gotten the band together when he was only a teenager. She confessed her fear off spiders and he told her about his love for animals. Her favorite color, he came to realize, was teal and she finally noticed that he had not one but three Batman tattoos. She showed him her other tattoos, including her Little Mermaid one that was on the back of her right thigh and the rose and pocketwatch that rested right below her bra line on her left side. He loved the way she smiled and seemed to do so often and she liked that he seemed to actually know what he was talking about and didn’t seem like some of the other musicians she had come across in her life.
“Why do you have one nail painted red?” She asked him, finally noticing that his nails had nothing on them, except for one nail that had a streak of red painted across it.
“To remind myself to never give up…it’s worked so far.” He laughed, scooping her left hand in his right and bringing her hand to his lips.
He smiled, his lips forming that smile softly against her knuckles as she felt him kiss her hand gently and then let it fall back down in to his lap, his hand never leaving hers. She shook her head, a smile forming even though she knew she was done for. There was no way they would be just friends, but she was going to try and make the friendship last for as long as possible.
“You are pure cheese Biersack…” She laughed and then reached back to pull out her phone, noticing that it was almost 3 in the morning. She groaned softly.
“What are you going to turn into a pumpkin or something?” He asked her, glancing over and seeing what the fuss was about.
“No, but it’s still an hour drive back to my place and I’m already feeling sleepy.” She said, stifling a yawn with the back of her free hand.
“So? Sleep here…you can share my bunk. I’ll even give you a shirt to sleep in.” He smirked down at her, his eyebrows raised hopefully.
“Oh…and what will people think of me?” She asked, only half serious, but hesitant all same. She wanted to keep this as plutonic as possible.
“It’s one night and who cares what they think. Please?” His eyes grew wide and puppyish as she felt herself give in.
“Fine…lead the way. But walk slow…my feet are killing me.” She laughed as he pulled her up, but instead of letting go of her hand he quickly swept her up and on to his back to piggy her to the bus.She wrapped her arms around his neck, the feathers that were in his hair tickling her nose as she breathed in his scent. She wasn’t sure what to think at this point, but hey…you only live once right?
@TheQuietOne
Aww well I'm glad you liked it so much and that I was your first. Some times I reread this story because, honestly, it's my favorite out of the ones I've written.
7/25/15