So Hear My Voice
The Interview (Since ppl cant wait to read it!) ;)
I sniffle and push the replay button.
"Andy, can you please explain your relationship with Alexis Peirce?" The interviewer asks.
"Lexi. Her name is Lexi. She hates being called Alexis. I love her more than anything. I'd give my immortal life for her. If she wished it I would travel to the end of the universe and back. I can't live without her. She is my heart, soul, and everything that makes me. If I lost her, I'd lose it all." Andy looked into the camera with such an intense look I could melt.
"So Lexi, you believe her to be your mate?" The interviewer asks skeptically.
"I don't believe it, I know it. She's the reason I write, the reason I sing, the reason I breathe. The BVB Army always says that BVB saved their lives. Well, Lexi, she did that for me. And Lexi if you're watching this. I'll see you soon. I can't wait to feel you in my arms, Baby Doll." The interview ends.
And then I realize something. Even though I've only known Andy for a week my soul has known him for eternity. I love him. I won't anyone judge me on how quick Andy and I have gotten serious because no one has been in this position.
I get up hurriedly and get in the car. I make it to the mall and redo my makeup in the car. Just as I'm finishing my makeup there's a tap on the glass. I turn my head to see Andy looking down at me. I finish applying my lipstick and get out. As soon as I am free from the car, I grab his hand. He looks down at me in wonder.
"Andy, I love you. I know we've only been together a week but who the fuck cares about what everyone else thinks? Not me." I say and kiss him as passionately as I can.
"Lexi," Andy pulls back.
"Yes?" I ask suddenly nervous.
"Close your eyes." He instructs. I do as I am told. My hair is lifted off my neck for a moment and a cold chain with a charm on it. My hair is lowered again and something is put in my hand.
"Open them." He says and I do. In my hand is a mirror and on my neck hanging on a silver chain is a black letter A. I gasp looking up at him.
"There's more." He says handing me a dozen black roses. I kiss him again. He is my mate and now I'm sure of it. We were made for each other.
"Andy, can you please explain your relationship with Alexis Peirce?" The interviewer asks.
"Lexi. Her name is Lexi. She hates being called Alexis. I love her more than anything. I'd give my immortal life for her. If she wished it I would travel to the end of the universe and back. I can't live without her. She is my heart, soul, and everything that makes me. If I lost her, I'd lose it all." Andy looked into the camera with such an intense look I could melt.
"So Lexi, you believe her to be your mate?" The interviewer asks skeptically.
"I don't believe it, I know it. She's the reason I write, the reason I sing, the reason I breathe. The BVB Army always says that BVB saved their lives. Well, Lexi, she did that for me. And Lexi if you're watching this. I'll see you soon. I can't wait to feel you in my arms, Baby Doll." The interview ends.
And then I realize something. Even though I've only known Andy for a week my soul has known him for eternity. I love him. I won't anyone judge me on how quick Andy and I have gotten serious because no one has been in this position.
I get up hurriedly and get in the car. I make it to the mall and redo my makeup in the car. Just as I'm finishing my makeup there's a tap on the glass. I turn my head to see Andy looking down at me. I finish applying my lipstick and get out. As soon as I am free from the car, I grab his hand. He looks down at me in wonder.
"Andy, I love you. I know we've only been together a week but who the fuck cares about what everyone else thinks? Not me." I say and kiss him as passionately as I can.
"Lexi," Andy pulls back.
"Yes?" I ask suddenly nervous.
"Close your eyes." He instructs. I do as I am told. My hair is lifted off my neck for a moment and a cold chain with a charm on it. My hair is lowered again and something is put in my hand.
"Open them." He says and I do. In my hand is a mirror and on my neck hanging on a silver chain is a black letter A. I gasp looking up at him.
"There's more." He says handing me a dozen black roses. I kiss him again. He is my mate and now I'm sure of it. We were made for each other.
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