Can you see me?
Chapter 20
And all I know is what you left
A love I can't erase
-God Bless You
The call in the morning from my boss doesn't surprise me. I am officially the tour photographer for BVB as it was announced on their twitter last night. Lets just say that I took a few more pictures of Andy after he fell asleep. I already leaked one as well. Sorry not sorry.
"Seriously indie!" Andy chuckles in the middle of us eating breakfast. "You already leaked a picture of me on tumblr!"
"Well the Internet needs a picture of Andy Biersack's penis." I giggle, taking another bite of the pancake Andy had made us before I woke up. "And since it hadn't been leaked before I felt the need to give those horny fangirls a gift."
"Well then I think I will just give the horny men a favor by posting a picture of your tits on a porn site."
"Maybe it would be best to post my tits on your Instagram. I think people would love to know who you do in your free time." I joke, taking his phone and pulling up a picture he took of me earlier this morning. "I see you already sent a picture of me to Ashley."
"Just bragging." Andy shrugs, taking another bite of pancake. "Technically you aren't my girlfriend so I can share photos of you naked. Also that means I shouldn't be letting you look on my phone."
"Oh and you have a picture of my boobs from when we dated on here too. Isn't that a little weird that you- I assume- masturbate to a picture of a 17 year old girl's chest when you could have most anyone you wanted?" I hand his phone back, a smirk on my lips. "And I am wearing your shirt so that can qualify me to look through your phone."
"So why did you decide to become a groupie?" Andy asks while texting someone. I shrug, "I'm not a groupie. I simply don't trust men because of the one relationship I have ever been in and that doesn't mean that I'm not going to have sex. Also, I'm not a groupie if I don't cling to the person and beg for them to have sex with me... I have a few flirty things I may do but that doesn't qualify me as a groupie."
"Hmm, do you just flash them or something?"
"No, I might let my shirt come down to where it's barely exposing my bra while I'm shooting. Sometimes biting my lip or asking them to take their shirt off. Occasionally I will accidentally have a nude slip up on my computer screen while I am showing them their photos. That's only in desperate situations of course." I sigh, standing up. "So thanks for breakfast. I should probably go get my car and camera. I'm going to call Cat to pick me up."
"You could always stay for longer... Here, let me give you my number so that we can discuss the touring schedule over coffee tomorrow?" He takes my phone from my hand, adding in his contact before texting himself so he has my number.
"So what's up with that weird blonde patch you've got going there?" I ask, ruffling his hair on the way back to the bedroom so that I can change out of his shirt and into my clothes from yesterday.
"I like it." He shrugs, "you can keep my shirt."
"Maybe you shouldn't give all the girls you sleep with your shirts, you'd run out."
"I only let the special ones." He winks, "just like I only let certain ones take pictures of me naked."
"Oh, so now I'm special?" I laugh, pulling off his shirt to put my bra on. Andy watches me as I do, his eyes taking in my chest for the last time.
"Indie, you've always been special." He whispers against the back of my neck, grabbing my hips and pressing his hardness into me. "You always will be."
With that, Andy crashes his lips down on my neck, turning me so that I am facing him as I moan, pressing myself into his bare chest. His hands keep a tight grip on my waist as his lips kiss up to my own, kissing with passion so evident that we both feel as though we are to explode. I drop my bra and wrap my arms back around Andy's neck- I'm breaking my own rules but this man has never accepted my boundaries, I guess it does turn me on. Andy stumbles to the bathroom, turning on the shower while still kissing me, his clothes still on while we kiss in the shower. I've never done something like this before in all my years. This man does things no one else would ever think of, I love it.
"Mmm indie..." He moans, his fingers traveling to my clit as he kisses my neck, taking a soft bite out of it when I moan.
"Please stay a bit longer." He growls in my ear, his hands caressing my thighs. I smugly ask, "how long?"
"Long enough for me to fuck you senseless." He presses his lips to mine into a rough kiss, pulling off his sopping jeans while I remove his white v-neck. The shower gets quickly turned off as we kiss our way back to the bed. "Fuck me Andy." I demand after he pulls off my soaked underwear- only partially because of the shower. "Beg."
"No." I smirk, pulling off his pants and briefs before rolling us over so that I am on top. I sit down on his dick before rolling us over and saying, "fuck me baby. Fuck me senseless."
Andy smirks, then pulls me into a passionate kiss while he thrusts into me. We moan, we kiss, we make love.
"Andy!" I scream as I reach my climax. "I fucking love you!"
"And I love you Indiana." He laughs while collapsing on the bed beside me.
"Why are you so good at this!" I exclaim, placing a sloppy kiss on his smirking lips. Andy shrugs, "I just am, you're good too."
A banging on the door interrupts our post-sex praise, assuming it's Catherine I sigh and stand to get my soaked clothes back on. Andy stops me and hands me a pair of his boxers, along with a t-shirt. "You can just give this back to me when we go on tour. Or our coffee date tomorrow."
"it's not a date, simply a discussion about tour." I blush, slipping his clothes on and kissing his cheek before making my way to the front door. "I may or may not text you later Andy."
He places one last kiss on my lips before I can open the door. Andy's tongue slides across my lips, begging for entrance when Catherine pounds on the door again. "Stop making out indie! I have to get to work!"
Andy pulls away and whispers, "did you tell her it was me?"
"No." I mumble, taking in his scent of cologne and cigarettes quickly. "So go hide or something."
"I'll be in the kitchen, bye babe."
With that, Andy turns and I open the door, slipping out before she can question it.
"You almost woke him up, lets go." I lie, walking quickly away from my annoyed older sibling.
"You need to stop doing this so much." She sighs as we get in the car, "you're going to get fired Indiana."
"I already did but a band offered me a spot as tour photographer so I'm good. They said they'd match my pay and everything." I smirk, "that's what happens when you sleep around, you make connections."
"Some day you're going to end up pregnant and stuck with the baby alone because the guy won't want to deal with it."
I roll my eyes, smiling as I sing-song, "I'll show you his dick if you leave me alone about it."
"Ugh." She scoffs, pulling up to the parking lot at kerrang, not even waiting for me to get in my car before pulling out of the lot. I shrug and walk to my car, pulling on the spare pair of shorts I keep in the back quickly before walking in the building, collecting my final paycheck and my camera. My old boss calls me into her office with a disappointed look on her face. "Was sleeping around worth losing your job."
"Yes, I actually got offered to be a photographer for BvB by the singer last night. Oh ya, we dated in high school so that is why I avoided him." I share a devious grin before continuing, "plus the sex was amazing. I would recommend him to a friend- but probably not you because you're a lesbian, right? I mean you do stare at all of our boobs and flirt with all the girls so whatever you say."
Her smug look turns into a scowl as I turn on my heels and walk out of the office, sending a small, flirtatious wave to a band waiting in the lobby. "Hey boys."
"Where are you going hottie?" One of them asks. God he's a terrible flirt.
"Oh, well I just got fired for having sex with too many clients."
He smirks, "well you want to go to my place now that you're free?"
"Nope. I've got a waiting list." That's a lie. "And sorry babe, you don't exactly make the cut." That however, is true.
His mouth drops at that, I tap his chin, forcing it closed before turning on my heels and swaying my ass slightly as I walk out of the office building with confidence.
A love I can't erase
-God Bless You
The call in the morning from my boss doesn't surprise me. I am officially the tour photographer for BVB as it was announced on their twitter last night. Lets just say that I took a few more pictures of Andy after he fell asleep. I already leaked one as well. Sorry not sorry.
"Seriously indie!" Andy chuckles in the middle of us eating breakfast. "You already leaked a picture of me on tumblr!"
"Well the Internet needs a picture of Andy Biersack's penis." I giggle, taking another bite of the pancake Andy had made us before I woke up. "And since it hadn't been leaked before I felt the need to give those horny fangirls a gift."
"Well then I think I will just give the horny men a favor by posting a picture of your tits on a porn site."
"Maybe it would be best to post my tits on your Instagram. I think people would love to know who you do in your free time." I joke, taking his phone and pulling up a picture he took of me earlier this morning. "I see you already sent a picture of me to Ashley."
"Just bragging." Andy shrugs, taking another bite of pancake. "Technically you aren't my girlfriend so I can share photos of you naked. Also that means I shouldn't be letting you look on my phone."
"Oh and you have a picture of my boobs from when we dated on here too. Isn't that a little weird that you- I assume- masturbate to a picture of a 17 year old girl's chest when you could have most anyone you wanted?" I hand his phone back, a smirk on my lips. "And I am wearing your shirt so that can qualify me to look through your phone."
"So why did you decide to become a groupie?" Andy asks while texting someone. I shrug, "I'm not a groupie. I simply don't trust men because of the one relationship I have ever been in and that doesn't mean that I'm not going to have sex. Also, I'm not a groupie if I don't cling to the person and beg for them to have sex with me... I have a few flirty things I may do but that doesn't qualify me as a groupie."
"Hmm, do you just flash them or something?"
"No, I might let my shirt come down to where it's barely exposing my bra while I'm shooting. Sometimes biting my lip or asking them to take their shirt off. Occasionally I will accidentally have a nude slip up on my computer screen while I am showing them their photos. That's only in desperate situations of course." I sigh, standing up. "So thanks for breakfast. I should probably go get my car and camera. I'm going to call Cat to pick me up."
"You could always stay for longer... Here, let me give you my number so that we can discuss the touring schedule over coffee tomorrow?" He takes my phone from my hand, adding in his contact before texting himself so he has my number.
"So what's up with that weird blonde patch you've got going there?" I ask, ruffling his hair on the way back to the bedroom so that I can change out of his shirt and into my clothes from yesterday.
"I like it." He shrugs, "you can keep my shirt."
"Maybe you shouldn't give all the girls you sleep with your shirts, you'd run out."
"I only let the special ones." He winks, "just like I only let certain ones take pictures of me naked."
"Oh, so now I'm special?" I laugh, pulling off his shirt to put my bra on. Andy watches me as I do, his eyes taking in my chest for the last time.
"Indie, you've always been special." He whispers against the back of my neck, grabbing my hips and pressing his hardness into me. "You always will be."
With that, Andy crashes his lips down on my neck, turning me so that I am facing him as I moan, pressing myself into his bare chest. His hands keep a tight grip on my waist as his lips kiss up to my own, kissing with passion so evident that we both feel as though we are to explode. I drop my bra and wrap my arms back around Andy's neck- I'm breaking my own rules but this man has never accepted my boundaries, I guess it does turn me on. Andy stumbles to the bathroom, turning on the shower while still kissing me, his clothes still on while we kiss in the shower. I've never done something like this before in all my years. This man does things no one else would ever think of, I love it.
"Mmm indie..." He moans, his fingers traveling to my clit as he kisses my neck, taking a soft bite out of it when I moan.
"Please stay a bit longer." He growls in my ear, his hands caressing my thighs. I smugly ask, "how long?"
"Long enough for me to fuck you senseless." He presses his lips to mine into a rough kiss, pulling off his sopping jeans while I remove his white v-neck. The shower gets quickly turned off as we kiss our way back to the bed. "Fuck me Andy." I demand after he pulls off my soaked underwear- only partially because of the shower. "Beg."
"No." I smirk, pulling off his pants and briefs before rolling us over so that I am on top. I sit down on his dick before rolling us over and saying, "fuck me baby. Fuck me senseless."
Andy smirks, then pulls me into a passionate kiss while he thrusts into me. We moan, we kiss, we make love.
"Andy!" I scream as I reach my climax. "I fucking love you!"
"And I love you Indiana." He laughs while collapsing on the bed beside me.
"Why are you so good at this!" I exclaim, placing a sloppy kiss on his smirking lips. Andy shrugs, "I just am, you're good too."
A banging on the door interrupts our post-sex praise, assuming it's Catherine I sigh and stand to get my soaked clothes back on. Andy stops me and hands me a pair of his boxers, along with a t-shirt. "You can just give this back to me when we go on tour. Or our coffee date tomorrow."
"it's not a date, simply a discussion about tour." I blush, slipping his clothes on and kissing his cheek before making my way to the front door. "I may or may not text you later Andy."
He places one last kiss on my lips before I can open the door. Andy's tongue slides across my lips, begging for entrance when Catherine pounds on the door again. "Stop making out indie! I have to get to work!"
Andy pulls away and whispers, "did you tell her it was me?"
"No." I mumble, taking in his scent of cologne and cigarettes quickly. "So go hide or something."
"I'll be in the kitchen, bye babe."
With that, Andy turns and I open the door, slipping out before she can question it.
"You almost woke him up, lets go." I lie, walking quickly away from my annoyed older sibling.
"You need to stop doing this so much." She sighs as we get in the car, "you're going to get fired Indiana."
"I already did but a band offered me a spot as tour photographer so I'm good. They said they'd match my pay and everything." I smirk, "that's what happens when you sleep around, you make connections."
"Some day you're going to end up pregnant and stuck with the baby alone because the guy won't want to deal with it."
I roll my eyes, smiling as I sing-song, "I'll show you his dick if you leave me alone about it."
"Ugh." She scoffs, pulling up to the parking lot at kerrang, not even waiting for me to get in my car before pulling out of the lot. I shrug and walk to my car, pulling on the spare pair of shorts I keep in the back quickly before walking in the building, collecting my final paycheck and my camera. My old boss calls me into her office with a disappointed look on her face. "Was sleeping around worth losing your job."
"Yes, I actually got offered to be a photographer for BvB by the singer last night. Oh ya, we dated in high school so that is why I avoided him." I share a devious grin before continuing, "plus the sex was amazing. I would recommend him to a friend- but probably not you because you're a lesbian, right? I mean you do stare at all of our boobs and flirt with all the girls so whatever you say."
Her smug look turns into a scowl as I turn on my heels and walk out of the office, sending a small, flirtatious wave to a band waiting in the lobby. "Hey boys."
"Where are you going hottie?" One of them asks. God he's a terrible flirt.
"Oh, well I just got fired for having sex with too many clients."
He smirks, "well you want to go to my place now that you're free?"
"Nope. I've got a waiting list." That's a lie. "And sorry babe, you don't exactly make the cut." That however, is true.
His mouth drops at that, I tap his chin, forcing it closed before turning on my heels and swaying my ass slightly as I walk out of the office building with confidence.
Notes
I promise the next chapter is better. So, I have finally begun to get over my writers block that I've had on this story for a few weeks and so I decided to post a chapter. Seriously though, I know at least 90 of you read this and no one has any ideas or suggestions? I'm at a serious dead end with writing this so if you have any little suggestion or possible occurrence in this story.Thank you for reading.
-C
The girl across the hall
Becoming Unbroken
You left me... Broken
I love this so much!
5/11/14