"Fuck!" Arielle grumbles as she shoots awake at 10:45. They didn't switch their flight and now they're stuck in Sarasota for another day. Andy pulls her back down with his tattooed arms, groaning. He kisses her forehead with his eyes still closed, "sleep..."
"Andy, we can't switch our flight." Arielle sighs.
"Then lets make the best out of the situation... Enjoy the party while avoiding your family as much as possible." Andy sleepily whispers, kissing her neck. He climbs on top of Arielle, letting the covers fall off the bed while they kiss slowly, passionately.

The door bursts open and Arielle's mother gasps. "Get off my daughter!"
"Well we already had sex last night so you can't really do anything." Arielle grumbles, grabbing the covers to pull over themselves. "Maybe you should knock first? And there's a do not disturb sign for a reason."
"I told you that you will not be having sex until there is a ring on that finger!" Alissa snaps. Arielle holds her hand up and points to the turquoise ring, "this counts. Now get out of our room mom, unless you want a view of Andy's dick while we change. Oh, and leave your key."
Her mother scoffs and slams the door, taking her key with her.

Andy and Arielle walk out of the room fully dressed in their beach wear an hour later, standing in the hall while Andy calls Ashley. The door to the room next to them opens and out walks Arielle's grandmother. At first she scowls at the couple, then smiles. "So that was you last night Arielle? I heard all of that last night... Nine inches must feel good, your grandfather only had about four or-"
"What?" Arielle cuts her off there, "how did you know how big Andy is?"
"Well sweet heart, I heard him yell, 'How much do you want me!' And you shouted back, 'all fucking nine inches of you baby!'" Olivia chuckles, winking at the red faced singer. His jaw drops until Ashley bursts out laughing through the phone. He's not going to make this go away for a long time.

"I see you got a tattoo... I have one of those on my butt that I got with your grandfather in the sixties. Those were the good days..."

Andy and Arielle make a quick excuse to get down to the pool without hearing more of Olivia's stories. Once they find their chairs Andy pulls out his phone and tweets a few things while let it ride flows through his girlfriend's ears. Andy puts his headphones in and lets the misfits make the silence better, only he didn't plug in his headphones. The couple next to them covers their children's ears to shield them from the punk music blasting through Andy's speakers. He quickly plugs his headphones in, receiving glares from most of the pool deck. Andy lights up a cigarette a few minutes later, earning more glares. Andy takes a drag when the couple next to him stands up and moves their belongings to the other side of the pool. To Andy's surprise, Arielle plucks the cigarette from his fingers and inhales the smoke.
"What?"
"Nothing, I just didn't know you liked smoking." Andy shrugs, taking a drag of his burning cigarette. Arielle takes his hand in hers and runs her thumb across his palm. He smirks, putting out his cigarette in an ashtray that was left on the small table next to their chairs.

Andy steps in the warm, bubbling water after Arielle does and being the only ones in the hot tub is a good thing. He reaches around her waist as she squeals, pulling the writer onto his lap as he takes a seat. Arielle feels Andy's lips against her cheek as his fingertips press into the soft skin on her waist. Arielle giggles as she feels something hard against her back, Andy blushes underneath her as she leans against his chest and whispers, "you naughty, naughty boy."
He smirks as her lips land on his neck, sure to leave a hickey.

A girl about fourteen with blonde hair drops her bags across the pool deck, her eyes locked on Andy and Arielle. She taps on her friends shoulder who rolls her eyes at the fangirling friend. "I don't care about those goth rockstars."
"Dalia, let's at least just go in the hot tub." The blonde takes off her cover up and walks off to the hot tub, her annoyed friend behind her.
"What is up with you and these emo bands anyways... They're terrible compared to one direction." Dalia says as they move past the pool to the hot tub. "Carly, seriously how can you like those weird-ass bands? All they do is scream emo shit into a microphone and form cults and worship satan."
Carly groans and looks back at one of her best friends, "I could insult one direction if I wanted to but it's not worth it... You're supposed to be my friend."
"I am your friend, your music taste just sucks." Dalia shrugs and climbs into the hot tub after Carly. She takes her phone out, being it is in a water proof case and pulls up a side by side picture of one direction and black veil brides. "Dalia, you like them, I like this band. They are different styles and I think we should leave it at that."
Dalia rolls her eyes and starts texting her other friend who will be arriving in a minute. All the while, Arielle and Andy have been kissing and not paying attention to the other girls who are in the hot tub. Carly sneaks a picture of the couple since they are absorbed in themselves and sends it to her other friend who likes the same music. The couple finally stops kissing when another girl enters the hot tub loudly and accidentally splashes the writer. Arielle squints the eyes at the teenagers who are talking about something, except for the one girl who is staring straight at Andy. His eyes are still close as he mumbles, "Ari, what's wrong?"
She whispers into his ear, still looking at the girl who is staring straight at her boyfriend, "there's a girl staring at you."
"Huh?" Andy's eyes flutter open and he scans the hot tub, taking in the three teenagers across the hot tub.

"God Carly! Just because you never kissed anyone doesn't mean you should be so fascinated by them!" Dalia laughs, sending Andy a dirty look. "Every time Ben and I kiss around you it's like you're watching an instructional video on how to kiss."
The girl blushes and turns looks away from the couple in embarrassment. The one who had been a bitch to the girl snarks, "anyways, why would you want to watch a goth guy kiss someone, that's just gross- oh wait... I'm sorry, because you're goth too."

At that Andy's head snaps up, he says, "hey, that's not very nice. I'm Andy," he extends his arm to the blonde, "what's your name."
"C-Carly." She mumbles, looking up at her favorite band member wide-eyed. Arielle giggles as the girl gushes about how big a fan of Black Veil Brides she is. Andy gives her a quick hug and they take a picture before the couple realizes they have to get ready for the wedding.

"Hey, Carly, don't listen to them." Andy smiles at her as the couple gets out of the hot tub, laughing at the dumbfounded teenagers who are staring at their giddy 'friend'.

"Did you ever used to fantasize about your wedding?" Andy asks as he buttons up the black collared shirt that he is wearing to the wedding. Arielle shrugs while pulling off her bathing suit, "I guess..."
"Say we were getting married..." Andy sits down on the white sheets and grabs Arielle, holding her close. "What would it be like?"

"Well, it would be somewhat casual and the ceremony would most likely take place in a garden outside. You would be wearing a tux or something similar. Delaney would be my maid of honor of course... That's all I've got." Arielle giggles and wraps her arms around Andy's neck, "except that you would be standing at the end of the aisle and I wouldn't want to be around anyone else the whole night."
Andy chuckles and pecks Arielle's lips, "I'm looking forward to it."
"But we may never get married hun." Arielle jokes, standing to get her dress on. Andy smiles as he watches the writer's long legs get sheathed in the short, baby blue fabric, her brown eyes free of makeup and full of life as she looks into his own blue. Her long legs had just been shaved minutes before while they were showering and Andy cannot get the need to feel her soft skin on him out of his mind. Arielle reaches into her bag and pulls out a lacy thong, smirking at Andy as she changes underwear under her dress. Andy has to turn away at this point- hoping not to get to excited before the wedding... He makes his way to the bathroom where he straightens his long black hair and styles it so that his bangs frame his high cheekbones. Arielle laughs as she watches Andy carefully apply his eyeliner and foundation from the doorway. Arielle begins to curl her long locks while Andy gets his boots on. He licks his lips as she does a little spin to the music that is flowing through the one headphone that is hanging out of her ear. Her tiny frames ways around the bathroom, the chiffon dress ruffling with her movements as Andy drinks her in.
She's beautiful.

No one really understands this, but when you see someone for the first time- really see them. Not their appearance but really all of them. Their flaws seem nonexistent. Only those in love can see the true beauty within each other. They accept the flaws, work through the fights, understand the mishaps but at the end of the day they love each other and that is all that matters.

Andy is seeing the real Arielle for the first time. As she dances around the bathroom, one with the music, Andy can't help but be amazed at the writer. She's so graceful... Every movement flows together and melds within her true beauty. The lyrics of the slow song leave her lips and the singers heart flutters. This is true love- watching them simply apply mascara and being blown away at their every movement. He feels a certain presence whenever she is in the room, love. Not the kind of love that can be replicated in movies or transferred onto paper in love stories. You can't recreate the magic that us felt inside when two people share a sweet love. This is the love that will last forever.

As Arielle applies her cherry red lipstick Andy feels his heart stop.

He's never fell this hard for anyone before.
Ever.

Hopefully it will last as long as they are both wanting.

Notes

I have a devil for me stuck in my head and I can't listen to it because my headphones died... :(
Anyways, I'm really proud of this Chapter mainly the last part with Andy's perception of Arielle. I have to admit I did slip a younger version of myself in there... oops... haha.
Thank you for reading and I apologize for not updating.
-C