Andy starts shaking beside me, mumbling something in his sleep. He suddenly Starts getting louder, scared noises escaping his perfect lips. He is making the whole bunk move. Ugh.
"DON't fucking touch her!" Andy screams, grabbing on to me. I groan and pull the pillow from under our heads before whacking him clear across the face. One thing he should learn about me is not to wake me while I am asleep. A grunt comes from the man beside me as he holds me tighter. "Why'd you hit me with a pillow indie?"
"Because you woke me up. Now either sleep silently or go share with Matt." I grumble, whacking him with the pillow one last time before putting it back under my head and attempting to fall back asleep. Apparently Andy won't have that.

"Put away your phone." I groan, knocking the bright light out of his hands. Andy laughs, picking it back up to shine the light in my face. "Oh, how about I just start a new tweet.
@andybvb: my girlfriend is really cranky when I wake her up in the middle of the night."
"Don't!..." I groan and click the lock button on his phone, accidentally hitting the tweet button as well. Andy quickly goes to delete the tweet when he gasps. "Indie, people already retweeted it."
"Delete it! Or say it was a joke!" I grumble, grabbing my phone and sleepily typing:
@indiegirl13: @andybvb girlfriend? You wish! Haha.

Then I flop back down with my head buried in the pillow and attempt to fall back to sleep- but Andy won't have any of it. He creeps his hands under the back of my shirt and slowly draws light shapes across my back, it actually would have been soothing had he not whispered, "indie, I can't sleep. Can we do something?"
"No."
He sighs, beginning to massage his fingers gently into my skin. I relax under his caring touch, sighing as his fingers knead their way up my spine. His lips brush against the back of my neck while his fingers trail over my one tattoo of an old Polaroid camera on my forearm. I've been planning on getting a corset type tattoo on my back but I haven't been able to find the time or money since it is such a detailed tattoo. His long hair brushes against my back as he scoots closer to my body. The body heat intensifies as Andy lifts up my leg and puts it around his waist. I'm too tired to do anything about it so I just cuddle into my boyfriend's chest a bit more.

It feels nice to say, my boyfriend. I've never had a relationship that has lasted more than a week until this one, being that it has been eight days since Andy and I decided to attempt a relationship. So far it is working out better than the first attempt in high school, we were so immature and not ready for a commitment back then. I know there is something between us. A spark- physical yet at the same time with feelings more meaningful than lust. No, not love. Not yet...

"Indiana..." Andy's breath tickles my ear as I grunt. "Sleep."
"No... I'm awake now and I can't get back to sleep..." Andy whispers, pulling me so that I am straddling him. I simply lay my head on his chest and try to go back to sleep in this somewhat uncomfortable position. Andy's hardness rises against my ass. Ugh.
"Put it away..." I groan, tapping it. Andy chuckles and whispers, "I can't, I mean I could if you want to see me masturbate then I could put it away... Or if you want to do that for me that's another way to but otherwise I can't do anything about it."
"Fine... Do whatever..." I mumble, rolling off of him and facing the wall. Andy moves around a bit, pulling down his briefs and accidentally elbowing me in the process. He begins to moan a bit, my name mostly. I whack him with the pillow again. "masturbate quieter."
"I can't." He mumbles. I groan and take his hand off of his dick and finish what he started a lot quicker than he had been. Andy's hips buck upwards as he releases in my hand finally. I pull his briefs back up and wipe his seed on his face. "Lick off my hand, I'm too tired to wash them."
"You wiped it on my face!" Andy exclaims, shocked. I shrug and wipe my hand on his briefs. Andy groans and climbs out of the bunk, his footsteps heading to the bathroom. I quickly move so that I am taking up most of the space in the bunk.

"Dude! Why is that on your face!" Someone laughs near the bathroom. Jake, I think.
"Indiana."
"Dude! I don't even want to know what you two were doing." Jake pulls open the curtain to our bunk and looks at me in surprise. I raise my middle finger and grumble, "let me sleep..."
Jake chuckles and shuts the curtain, leaving me to fall back asleep in peace. Only Andy has to decide to climb in without looking and climbing on top of me. I groan and push him off of the bunk, hearing a loud body bang against the floor of the bus. Laughter comes from the front of the bus as Andy grunts and climbs back in the small bunk. He moves me over so that he has enough room to squeeze in and finally leaves me alone so I can fall back asleep.

(Matt yanni is what I mean by Matt. Or muscles. He's the guy cc tags a lot on twitter.)

Notes

I keep forgetting to update... Oh the guitarists from my other favorite band followed me on instagram and liked a lot of my photos :))))) So I was fangirling a lot when he did. It was decker from stitched up heart!!! Ahh I can't stop fangirling...
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-C