The Preacher's Daughter

I look at my reflection and I "look like crap!" Ugh! I decided on my white tank top and well my pajama pants, he won't see my donald duck pajama pants.

I shook it off and went in my room. Now everything is clean and well organize. I crash on the bed opening my laptop. I turn to the clock seeing its 20;56.

9pm approaching so slow.... Nerves building up I am so-

"You talking to him yet!"

"Jeez Mary!" I groan waving her to shut the door. She nods and do what she is told. "Are they asleep?" I ask with my brow arch.

"Nop, they are watching holy life on Netflix." She whispers sitting on a chair across from my bed.

"Okay Mary I am- oh no he's calling." I gasp pointing the screen.

"Answer it dumb ass!" I nod and press the green button. His face popped up and my night glowed with lights and stars.

"Hi." Wow, andy looks amazing his hair all messy.

"Hi," I muter biting my lower lip. "How was the show?"

"Oh it was fine, not my best night."

"Why is that?" I turn to my sister who has a huge grin on her face.

"Not my best show, my mind was somewhere else." He admits pushing his silky blackish brown hair back.
"Well there is always more shows, no biggy." He chuckles and nods.

"I guess so, I am doing a show in Chicago friday, you want to come?"

"I would love to, but I am not sure my father would-" "I could ask him." I scoff and begin to laugh.

"No! He is uh... Oh look Mary is here." I mumble eyeing my sister to help me.

"Hey Andy!" Mary yells jumping on the bed next to me. "Where is Ashley?"

"Ashley!" Andy bellows. A few seconds later Ashley was next to him.

"Oh wow, I missed that face." Ashley groans. My eyes still on Andy's and his on mine.

"I miss yours as well." My sister says.. Does she like him? Oh that's just... WEIRD.

"Give me your number so I can call you." Ashley says. "Give my number Gracie."

"916-362-6254." I grumble with a weak smile.

"Hey Ash, you mind giving me and Gracie a moment alone." Oh no. "Mary."

Both Ashley and Mary rolled their eyes and nod. "I am calling you in a minute." Ashley spoke than went out of the camera. My sister kissed my temple and whispered goodnight before she exited my room.

"You would love the show its going be awesome." Andy still on the topic of me going.

"I don't have any tickets to go and I am not expecting you to give some." I spat out leaning on the head board.

"I am going to send you tickets and I will expect that you will be there, you and your sister. Please Gracie. I would really like you to see me perform. I can sing one of your favorite songs." He pouts.

I giggle and gave up. "Die for you?"

He laughed and nod. "Anything for you."

"You are amazing you know that?" I ask with my brow arch. "And I am still mad at you."

"What on earth did I do to you?"

"Oh I don't know," I roll my eyes and lift up my shirt. "Tattoo Andy. In our household this is forbidden, so its concerts, drinking and sex." I admit with a heavy sigh pulling down my shirt.

"What sort of household is that?" He ask confused.

"You don't wanna know," I whisper to myself hugging my body tight "what are you doing now?"

"Well I am just about to go shower and than party, you?"

Party? "Uh, sleep I guess." I muter. He must think I am the most boring person in the world, no in the universe.

"I can't wait to see you again, than..." Andy drifts off shaking his head. "We can hang out." What was he really about to say.

"Wait I am not sleepy yet, I am going to download every single music video of Black Veil Brides, BVB for short right?." I ask dryly.

"Yeah BVB, I have to go and text me when you go to sleep okay?"

"K, goodnight Andy, I like Andrew more."

"Good night Gracen." He whispers hanging up first.

That was not so bad... Pretty chilled. I don't know when or how I am going to tell him who I really am, the deacon's daughter, the man who created the chastity group. Fuck!

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