"MORNING! MORNING! MORNING!" Andy yells and I feel his weight jump on me.
I groan. Seriously? He really needs to lay off the sugar or whatever it is he has in a morning.
"Morning Andy," I mutter, patting his head.
"Come on get up," he whines, jumping up and down.
"What time is it?"
"8:00am. COME ON! WE'RE GOING OUT!" he yells again.
Where's the duck tape?
"Alright I'm up," I groan, pushing him off me so I can get up. This dude really needs to chill out. It's 8 and he's already hyped up on whatever it is he has for breakfast. I get out of bed and ready for the day in black shorts, another Andy ripped BVB vest top with my boots. I leave my hair hanging down over my shoulders and head into the bathroom to do my makeup. I apply gel eyeliner on my lid, making it flick at the end then coat my eyelashes in a few coats of mascara. When I walk out, I find Andy sat cross legged on my bed in his usual black skinny, ripped vest and ripped leather jacket. And there's a plate of breakfast sat on my bedside table. How did I miss that? But I'm not bothered, I'm hungry. I take the toast and eat it as we make our way downstairs.
Andy slips his cowboy boots on at the front door and gets his car keys and phone from the table. I run my fingers through my hair, realizing that I still haven't brushed it. Damn. I never have enough time to get ready with Andy wanting to go out. But I can't win, it's not like I can ask him to wake me up earlier before he will take the piss and wake me up at stupid o clock in the morning. I open the front door and step out into the warm sun. The car lights flash on Andy's car, or as he calls it his Batmoblie and hop into the passenger's side. Andy won't let me drive which I'm disappointed about, I did ask but the answer is always no so I've gave up. The only way to drive his car if your Batman and he claims to be so everyone is screwed. But Ashley got to drive it once when Andy was too pissed to drive and ended up blacking out.
Andy finishes locking up the house and walks to his car, jumping into the drivers side. He turns it on, KISS comes blasting out through the speakers, which Andy quickly turns down.
"Where we going?" I ask.
"Ashley's house then tattoo. We're just picking up Ashley then heading for the tattoo studio. I'm getting some of them touched up and Ashley's getting something done," he tells me.
"Cool."
A few minutes later Andy pulls up outside Ashley's house. And as if on cue, Ashley comes running out the door and hops into the backseat behind me. Andy quickly pulls away from his drive and back out onto the road, towards the tattoo studio. Andy and Ashley starts talking about the band and music stuff and I seem to zone out.
"Haven. Haven."
I'm snapped out my trance with someone waving their hand in front of my face. I blink several times before realizing it's Ashley and that we're at the studio.
"What?"
"We're here," he sings, lifting me up bridal style.
"Ashley put me down. I can walk," I hit his arm lightly.
"Nope," he smirks, carrying me inside then placing me down.
The place is familiar, where Ashley always goes to get tattoos and since the place has closed where Andy gets his from, he needs somewhere else. Ashley has never shut up about this place on how much he likes it so Andy's finally decided to give it a go. This place is also where Ashley is allowed to give tattoos, being a qualified tattooist. Some places don't allow him to give tattoos in their studios for reasons I don't know. But he does have a few places that like him and allow him to tattoo.
At the desk Paul and Mark are there who runs the shop, then Zoey's around somewhere along with Gareth. Who are employed by them. And Ashley who comes in time to time doing odd tattoos and takes someones place if they are sick. Paul and Mark are like brothers but not in blood, their personalities are near enough the same. Both have the same interest in rock 'n' roll type of music, going to concerts, festivals etc... The difference is how they look. Mark has brown eyes with long brown shabby hair, Paul has green eyes with short black spiky hair. But they are both nearly completely covered in tattoos and are about the same build.
"Hey Haven, we haven't seen you in a long time. What's been keeping you?" Paul smiles, pulling me into warm hug.
"Just stuff," I shrug, hugging back.
"So what can we do for you?" Mark asks Andy and Ashley.
"I want some tattoos touching up. I'm not sure what he wants," Andy nods over to Ashley.
"Alright. Well since the other guys are busy then I'm more than happy to do them for you," Paul says.
"Sure. I don't mind really," Andy follows him into a tattoo room, leaving me and Ashley with Mark.
"Are you wanting anything or have they just dragged me along?" Mark turns to me.
"They dragged me along," I mutter causing them both to chuckle.
"So what can I do for you?" Mark turns his attention towards Ashley.
"Can you try to redo this tattoo? I got it on tour while I was drunk and the place where I went was shit and it looks terrible," Ashley tells him.
"Sure thing."
"You coming or staying?" Ashley turns towards me.
"I'll come," I murmur following them into another room.
Ashley takes his jacket on so he's only left in his vest, revealing his tattooed arms and sits on the chair. I pull up another one and sit next to him while Mark sets up the tattoo gun. I take a tattoo design book that is laying on the side and flick through it at the tattoos. There are bird designs, tribal, skulls, tigers, and more. Once Mark has finished setting the tattoo gun up, Ashley shows him which tattoo it is and he gets to work on it. But wiping it down with antibacterial before staring to risk infection. Then he makes a start by adding more detail to it like it should of been to begin with. Jake was with Ashley at the time he got his tattoo and he tried to talk him out of it but like always, when Ashley's drunk he listens to no one. So in the morning he was left with a hangover and a bad tattoo, which he regrets having done. Once the outlines have been done, Mark changes the ink over and starts on going over it all and filling it in.
It takes just over an hour but finally the tattoo is how Ashley wants it. Maybe this time he will think twice before doing that again. Mark wraps it up in cling film before we leave. There's really no need in giving him advice since he's had so many done in the past and he should know what it involves, being a tattooist himself.
We head back to the front where Andy is sat waiting for us. Ashley pays Mark and thanks him for the great job he's done redoing his tattoo.
"Sure you don't want one?" Paul asks.
"I'm sure," I smile.
"So are we ready?" Andy stands to his feet, slipping his jacket back on.
"Yeah," Ashley replies.
We say our byes and head out back to the car where we go back to Ashley's house. When we walk through the door, Killer and Tokyo greets us.
"Do you want a beer?" Ashley asks, heading to the kitchen.
"Sure," Andy replies.
I walk into the living room and sit down on the three seater sofa. The sound of the dog tags jingling gets closer and soon enough I'm greeted by two fluffy dogs looking up towards me.
"Hey guys," I bend down to pet them. Killer runs off only to return moments later with a toy in his mouth. He dances around my feet happily. Tokyo jumps up onto the sofa next to me, and onto my lap.
"Hey," Ashley joins me on the sofa with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. "Whatcha watching?" He takes the remote and turns the tv on. The first channel that comes on is a porn channel. My eyes widen even though it doesn't surprise me. Ashley notices and quickly turns it onto another channel and a documentary about the rainforest comes on which is again changed over to wrestling.
"Where's Andy?" I notice Andy isn't around.
"Gone," Ashley murmurs, his attention staying on the tv.
"Where?"
He shrugs. "He said something about going somewhere."
Helpful.
"Where?"
"I don't know but you can stay with me," Ashley pulls me down so my head is resting on his legs. Tokyo perches himself on my stomach, curling into a ball while Killer lays at Ashley's feet.
I sigh, wrapping my arm around his leg, watching the tv which is boring. I'm not a huge fan of wrestling and have no idea how it works even though Ashley explains it to me every time. I don't see the point in watching two people punch the living shit out of each other.
"Punch him! Punch him! Go on knock him out," Ashley yells at the tv.
"They can't hear you," I murmur.
"Knock the bastard out," he completely ignores what I just said. "YES!" The guy Ashley was cheering on finally punched the other one so hard that he landed face down in the ring. Really? What's it with guys and football or wrestling? It's a game, yet some idiots take it too far by, way too far.
I roll my eyes and carry on watching it even though I'm confused as fuck.
"Ashley can we watch something else?" I groan.
"Hmm sure," he mutters changing the channels over again. "Get up. I'm putting a DVD in." He lifts my head up so he can get to the tv. Soon Killer gets jealous that Tokyo is on the sofa and he isn't, so he jumps up.
Ashley goes to his glass cabinet where he keeps all his DVD's and selects one out the horror section. He pops it into the DVD player then walks back over, sitting down. I move back up so my head is resting on his lap again.
"Killer. Tokyo. Down," Ash pushes Killer off and Tokyo hops down by himself. They soon make themselves comfy at Ashley's feet.
"What we watching?" I ask as the trailers come on at the beginning.
"A Nightmare On Elm Street."
Oh yay! I love that movie

Someone knocks at Ashley's door causing the dogs to go running and barking. Ashley groans, going to answer it. In his absence, I take his remote changing the channel from whatever shit we were watching to Family Guy. It's been hours and Andy still hasn't returned, he's gone and I left my key at his house so I'm stuck here with Ashley until he decides to come back. Ashley walks back into the living room just as a yawn escapes my lips.
"Someone's tired," he chuckles picking me up bridal style. "Come on bed time. I have no idea where Andy is and he's not answering his phone so you can stay with me."
Is it really that late already?
"Hmm," I murmur hugging into his chest as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom. He carefully places me on the soft mattress, removing my jacket, vest top and shorts. Then strolling over to the chest of draws, he pulls out one of his over sized t shirts and tossing it towards me. I lazily slip it over my head while Ashley goes to turn everything off. Then taking the blanket, I pull it over me laying down in his bed. I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist just as I'm about to drift off, knowing it's only Ashley.

I wake up, Ashley's body wrapped around mine like he always is in a morning. I push his head off my chest and unwrap his arm from around my waist. He whimpers a little, moving his arms around looking for me. It's not long before he does and his arms are around my waist, keeping me close and he wraps his leg around both of mine like a koala, clinging on like his life depends on it. I sigh brushing his hair from out of his face. He's like a kid when he's asleep, cute and innocent.
"Ashley," I shake him a little. Nothing. "Ashley."
"Hmmm," he groans. "What?"
"Get up."
"No," he mutters sleepily.
"Please?"
"Your comfy. Let me sleep darling."
I sigh, reaching for my phone on the side. No texts or missed calls from Andy but I have a two tweet mentions from Jinxx. ' @HavenRaye every time I see you, I eye fuck you! ' and ' @HavenRaye Not True! @ccbvb dared me too!! ' I smile at CC's dare, they're always weird, random and crazy like him. I open my messages and write a new text.

To: Andy Biersack aka Batman
From: Haven Raye
Subject: Where are you?
Message: Seriously Andy. Where the hell are you?

I hit send and wait for a reply.

To: Haven Raye
From: BATMAN!!!
Subject: IT'S BATMAN PEASANT!
Message: Hey c: Sorry I forgot I was busy. I'll come and pick you up later. By the way don't you have a key or something? Andyisconfused

To: BATMAN!!!
From: Haven Raye
Subject: HAPPY!?!
Message: Were you busy as in busy or "busy"? And I forgot my key, it's in my draws at home...

To: Haven Raye
From: BATMAN!!!
Subject: Very *cheesy grin*
Message: "busy". I'll see you *pokes your nose* later (:

"Put your phone away," Ashley groan pushing my arm down. "It's too early."
"It's 9:00," I murmur.
"So? That's early," he whispers softly, running one finger up and down my arm. I shiver under his touch making him chuckle.
"Ashley! That tickles," I finally cave in, moving my arm away.
He chuckles pulling his arm away. "So what do you want to do today?"
"I don't know," I murmur.
"Can we stay in bed and cuddle?" he looks up, his brown eyes melting into my own.
"Um... Sure. I guess," I murmur.
A small smile creeps onto his lips. "Cool. I'll get breakfast and we can watch tv or something," he jumps excitedly from the bed. I giggle, pulling the blankets back over me, while watching him walk away.
Once he's gone and downstairs, I scramble out of bed and flick the tv on. I run back into bed, crawling under the covers. I press a button on the remote, which is always by Ashley's bed, and Desperate Housewives come on. Oh my, I love this programme. And it's just started with a double episode. Ashley is going to be happy, he hates the programme but sometimes watch it to find any cute chicks. The title credits finish just as Ashley walks into the room with a tray.
"Oh no. Not this again," he groans, setting breakfast on the side before climbing into bed.
"Yup," I smile proudly of the fact.
"Fine," he mutters passing a bowl of cereal and a small glass of orange juice.
"Thanks," I murmur, setting the bowl on my lap and the glass on the side. And he gets his off the tray, setting them on his lap as well.
After breakfast, Ashley pulls me close to him, wrapping his arm around me as we watch the second episode of Desperate Housewives. I jump as I feel Ashley's fingers gently rub my side and turn to him.
"Oh someones ticklish," he smirks.
Oh shit.
"No," I lie.
"Yes," he grins, pulling me so I lay flat down, before climbing on top. He goes straight it, tickling my sides.
"Ashley stop!" I laugh, squirming around.
"Payback for making me watch Desperate Housewives," he smirks, tickling harder.
I scream again, trying to move away but it was no use.
"You could of said no," I giggle as his fingers tickle my stomach.
"Yes but we would argue and you would win like you always do, so there's no point," he smiles.
"I win because you let me," I stick my tongue out at him.
Ashley moves closer, quickly biting my tongue.
"Ewww Ash," I whine, wiping my tongue.
He sits up laughing. "Chill. My germs ain't going to kill ya."
"They are," I whine, pushing him off me, which is a whole lot easier now he's off guard.
He rolls his eyes at me, walking to the wardrobe and pulls out some clean clothes. He tosses some to me but in his smaller sizes he used to wear years ago but no longer fit him. Why do I need this clothes? Oh yeah, I forgot, I didn't pack any since they're all at my house. My vision is cut short by something being placed over my head. What the fuck? I pull it off to find it's Ashley's boxers. My eyes widen and I toss them to the other side of the room. Ew that's gross. I turn to face Ashley who is laughing.
"They better be clean," I growl, narrowing my eyes at him.
"They are don't worry. They're for you as well since you don't have any clean clothes," he explains, tossing them back to me.
"Oh... Thanks," I murmur. I look up to realize Ashley is still here. "Ashley. Out."
"Awwww why?" he whines, pouting.
"You know why. Out!" I point to the door.
".... Fine," he mutters finally giving in, marching out the room.