My Prophet

"I think that's the last of it..." I said putting my hand on my hips. Andy, and I had unpacked my clothes, my toiletries, and a few pictures and decorations. Andy's hands trailed around my waist, and he happily sighed.

"I'm so happy your here." He said.

"Me too." I smiled. He kissed behind my ear, and grabbed my hand. He pulled me to his couch, and onto his lap. I let out a shaky breath, realizing he was leaving in two days. "I wish you didn't have to go."

"I know, baby." He said, burying his face in my neck.

"I don't know how I'm going to do it." Tears started pushing to my eyes.

"We can talk everyday, all day. You have dance. I'll be back in two weeks." He said, "I'll make it just in time to see you in the Nutcracker."

"Okay." I bit my lip..and turned around so I was facing him. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he closed his eyes. "When are you going to cut your hair?"

"I'm gonna wait until after Warped Tour. When the Ep comes out, I think the fans would go crazy if I did." He chuckled, keeping his eyes closed as I kept running my fingers through his long tresses.

"When is that coming out?" I asked.

"Probably this time next year." He sighed.

"Why is it taking so long? It's only three songs." I asked.

"I don't know. We're not even working on it really. Plus we're having Zackk Wylde come and do guitar for us in Unholy, and he doesn't have time right now." He shrugged.

"Oh alright." I nodded, and kissed his nose. He smiled, and opened his eyes. His lips trailed to my neck, and kissed it before resting there.

"I love you." He said, against my skin.

"I love you too." I said, laying my head against his.

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