I Would Die For You

The rest of the funeral was the same, bleak and depressing. I was glad Danielle wasn't being buried in Andy and I's favorite cemetery. It would ruin that place for us..

I had no intention of going to the lunch being held at my parents house afterwards so Andy and I went over to his.

It was empty due to Chris and Amy being at the funeral. I sighed shakily as Andy and I climbed our way up the stairs. We walked into his room, and I immediately dropped my black dress off of my body. I smirked as I noticed Andy's eyes linger over me.

I wasn't in the mood for intimacy so I pulled on a pair of jeans, and a sweatshirt. I packed up all my clothes, and belongings since we were leaving to go back to Los Angeles tomorrow. I noticed Andy doing the same. I finished up, and walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around his small waist from behind, and he chuckled zipping up his bag. He turned around in my arms, and kissed me softly.

"I love you." He smiled.

"I love you too." I said nuzzling my face in his neck. He pressed a kiss to my hair, and scooped me up in his arms. He walked over to his bed, and laid me down, before joining me. His arms gently glided around my waist, pulling me as close as he could possibly get me. I took fistfuls of his shirt in my hand, and breathed in his recognizable scent.

Cigarettes, and mint.

"Babedon't worry about Peter okay? I'm not going to ever let him touch you again." He said rubbing my arms soothingly.

"I know." I sighed.

"Go to sleep." He said closing his eyes.

"Don't tell me what to do." I chuckled, and I felt his chest move in laughter, before I drifted off to sleep.

Notes

Little filler(: