"And mine for you Arielle." Andy whispers, moving so that he is hovering over the beautiful writer. Her long hair forms a halo around her head until she lifts up to kiss the singer. The one piercing on her body jingles as Andy slowly lifts the dress off of her body, his hands holding her waist tightly. Arielle pulls the cotton t-shirt over his head, immediately pulling him down onto her body. Andy parts her lips with his tongue, exploring the marvelous cave that is Arielle's mouth. The writer moans, wrapping her legs around Andy's waist as he unhooks her bra.

Andy's phone starts playing 'call me maybe' in his pants- Ashley's ringtone that he put on the singer's phone to annoy him. Arielle sighs and lets him answer the phone, she hooks her bra, pulling on her dress while Andy answers the phone call.
"Why do you always call at the worst times?"
"Whatever dude, I'm coming over to discuss some Merch things. I've got some ideas for a few items."
"When will you be here?" Andy sighs, glancing at Arielle who lights a cigarette and pulls out her phone.
"I'm on the elevator." Ashley mutters and hangs up.

"What's your favorite animal?" Arielle asks, looking up at her phone. Andy raises an eyebrow at her question, scooping up crow who had been curling up on an arm chair. "This guy. Why?"
"I'm doing a question and answer thing on twitter... Someone asked that." She shrugs, turning back to typing. Arielle scrolls through the questions as the door opens, revealing the bassist that is carrying a bag full of sketches.

@arielleJennaD: @ashleypurdy interrupts everything. :/

Her phone rings after she tweets it, the caller ID only showing the LA area code and a familiar number that she cannot pinpoint.

"Hello?" Arielle asks, walking into the shared bedroom and shutting the door behind her, expecting the call to be from work. A man's voice replies- one that she knows all to well. "Arielle?"
"Dean?- why are you calling me?" She asks quickly, trying to calm down.
"I-"He sighs, taking a deep breath and quietly saying into the phone, "I shouldn't have broken up with you Arielle."
"Did my mom put you up to this?" She laughs, "because I know full and well that our relationship was not going to last very long anyways. Dean, give it up, tell my mom to fuck off Andy and I as well. Bye."
"No- I made a mistake by ending our relationship Arielle. I still have feelings for you that I have tried to overlook but they just will not go away. Please, take me back?" He cries out. Arielle rolls her eyes and says, "Dean, I have a boyfriend whom I am in love with. Sorry to burst your bubble but there was nothing left of our relationship to salvage."
"But- at least think about it. Remember Christmas last year when we sat by the fire and talked about our future- making up little scenarios about our kids and our little house in the suburbs that we would get?" He tries, his voice tear-filled. Arielle groans and looks at the picture of Andy and her at the wedding that they had already put in a frame.
"Yes I do. Dean, hun, you have to move on. I did and now I'm happily dating Andy. Maybe you could find someone who is as compatible to you as Andy is to me?"
"But I still love you Arielle."
"Goodbye Dean." She hangs up before he can finish, falling back onto her bed and plugs her headphones in, letting click your heels flow through the tiny speakers.

"So time is only a noose.
With everyday that goes by I'm turning black and blue.
Memories feeding my heart.
So much, but it only starts,
Under the street lights and boulevards.
Like a candle that's light in the dark.
I will find.
And I will find you."

She sighs, pulling a large t-shirt over her head. Arielle doesn't get why Ashley had to come over so late at night, being that it is already10:30 and since neither Andy or Arielle slept well last night she is almost drifting to sleep sitting up. She pulls her boy shorts down a bit more as she enters the kitchen where Andy and Ashley are having a heated discussion over two t-shirt styles. Andy's gaze lands on the writer as she takes a seat on his lap, pointing at the T-shirt that had the whole band's eyes with their old makeup on it. "I like that one. It would look good as a men's shirt or a women's loose tank top. Don't do a normal woman's shirt in it because the shirt will not look good on anyone who is not a stick or if they have any boobs."
"How did you-" Ashley asks in amazement, staring at the smug brunette on his best friend's lap.
"I work in fashion. I know these things." She shrugs, then points to the rough sketch of the band logo on each cup of a bathing suit and one directly on the bottoms. "You may think this is sexy Purdy, but imagine one of your younger fans in this."
"I see..." Ashley nods, beginning to draw out a outline of a bikini top. "What would you do?"
"Make it a pattern, you know, bvb in white on black with purple ties, make it slightly angled and small enough so that it isn't too sexual. Although you may want to make sure that the sizing of the bathing suit is enough to cover the woman's body parts."

After another hour of the three discussing different merchandising ideas, Ashley decides to head home and the couple stands to see him out. Andy places a kiss on Arielle's temple as they make their way to the bedroom, close together. "You know, I think we are going to need you to help with that stuff more often."
Arielle chuckles, climbing under the black sheets and turning off the lamp next to her bed. "I guess I will."

Notes

Hey, so I have to write more before I update again... Also I had this very odd dream last night that involved me getting lost, hitchhiking, and my house... Andy was in it too trying to interview me for something and got mad that I wasn't there for whatever he needed because I got lost and my mom saw his dick and said it was three inches and I don't even know why I'm telling you this haha!
Please please please comment and maybe I will update again tomorrow :)
-C