Andy and Flora sat in the principals office feeling nervous. Well Flora, this was the third time Andy was in there this month.

"You both realize that trespassing on school property is grounds for suspension correct?" Andy sighed, leaning back in his chair. Principal Duram was a regular looking guy. Brown hair with an excessive amount of gel in it, tanned skin, and dull green eyes.

"Yes sir." Flora sighed. Andy looked over at her and crossed his arms. She didn't return his gaze.

"And that if I put a suspension on your record Flora you would never get into Ohio State?" She closed her eyes and folded her hands in her lap.

"I know." She said, softly. Duram stared at her, not paying mind to Andy yet. "I'm sorry, sir, we were just-"

"It was my fault." Andy said. "I asked Flora to come up to there with me. I told her I'd tell the whole school a huge secret of her's if she didn't and then I tried to kiss her. That's all that happened."

"Yeah sure." Duram rolled his eyes. "I won't put this on your record but..." He trailed off looking around his office, "After school today you two must clean the gym floor as a punishment." Flora nodded and breathed out a sigh.

"Thank you so much, sir." She exclaimed.

"Mhm, Andy I would be putting this on your record if our brightest student wasn't involved." Principal Duram stared a hole through the boy he believed would be picking trash out of ditches for a living by this time next year. Andy rolled his eyes.

"Thanks." He said, holding his gaze.

"Get to your classes. Meet in the gym after school, today." Duram said. They nodded and stood up, exiting the office in to the hallway.

Flora breathed out goofily, making Andy laugh. "That was close." Andy nodded though he wasn't sure exactly what she meant. That was close because they were almost in trouble or that was close because they almost kissed.

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By the time three o'clock rolled around Flora was dying to get out of her classroom and talk to Andy. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt on the roof with him and even though she liked Bret, Andy wasn't going to leave her mind.

As she walked out of the classroom and towards the gym she hadn't been in for two years, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Hey Flora, how's the bruise?" JC asked. Shit! Flora had totally forgotten about him and Hayley.

"It's alright." She said, softly. "Where is Hayley?"

"Home sick. What are you doing today? Hanging with Bret? We could all go the mall or something." He smiled and Flora picked at the cuticle on her thumb nail.

"Uhm actually I have a ton of homework to do tonight. Rain check?" She raised an eyebrow, hopefully.

"Yeah! See you soon!" He smiled, before walking off. Flora blew out a sigh and continued her walk towards the gym. She was almost there and the hallways had all cleared, when she felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist and pick her up from behind. She shrieked.

"What the hell!?" She whipped around to see Andy grinning.

"Ready for our punishment?" He asked.

"Definitely." She rolled her eyes and followed him inside of the gym. Four buckets of water and two dinghy, yellow sponges rested in the middle of the floor.

"Well, guess this is going to take longer than I thought." Andy said, taking his book bag off and putting it on the ground. Flora did the same and walked over to the bucket's, by his side. They picked up the sponges and dipped them in the water.

They bent down and started scrubbing the gross floors. Flora had immediately picked up a rythm, dipping after a few scrubs and then doing it over and over. Andy however found it more boring by the streak of water he left on the floor.

"This would be way more fun with music." He grinned taking his phone out of his pocket and started playing The Misfits' Dig Up Her Bones. Flora chuckled and shook her head as he sang along to every word. "I'm going to sing this song with them one day. I know it."

"Too bad it would have to be with Jerry Only instead of Michale Graves." Flora grinned.

"Maybe he'll come back, stop being a bummer!" He laughed and Flora felt her heart flutter at the sound. It wasn't a mean laugh like he used to do whenever someone would call her 'chicken legs', it was genuine.

"Well I truly do hope that works out for you." She smirked.

"Maybe you'll be with me." He said.

"What?"

"Yeah, your backstage watching me sing with them and I look at you and you smile. Then I say, everybody this is my wife Flora and she loves The Misfits just as much as I do so I want her to come out and sing this last song with me. Then you come out and take my hand and we sing Die Die My Darling with Jerry or hopefully Michale together. Then at the end of the set a ton of water comes raining down and douses us!" He said, squeezing his sponge on her head. She screamed.

"Andy!" She rung her's on top of his head and he dipped his hand in the bucket, before flicking water on her. She splashed more on him and before they knew it they were in a full out water war.

Soapy water was being thrown every which way and they were running around the gym. Flora took a bucket of water and dumped part of it on his back and he laughed.

"I should have worn worse clothes today!" He said through giggles as he picked up the other bucket and jerked it towards Flora.

By now they were both soaking set and so was the gym floor. Andy tried to run at her but slipped in a big glob of water and soap. Flora laughed so hard her stomach hurt and she sank to her knees right beside him. They both laid down still laughing and Andy reached over and grabbed her hand.

"I've only done something like that one other time." She said still hearing the faint voice of Michale Graves from where Andy placed his phone on the bleachers. "With my mom and dad. It was cleaning day at my house which is a ritual we always had. The third of every month we'd clean the house, listening to music and having fun. This day my dad had been particularly rowdy so he decided to dump a bucket of mop water on my moms head. That started the war and pretty soon the whole apartment was trashed." She smiled at the memory and laughed to herself.

"It's the third. What happened to cleaning day?" Andy asked. Flora's smile fell.

"We haven't done it since my dad left." She sighed, holding back tears. She felt Andy squeeze her hand.

"When I was kid my dad and I would have these 'concerts' in the basement of our first house. We'd play a bunch of Kiss and jam out on air instruments to my mom as an audience. She would go wild everytime a song would end. To this day it's my favorite childhood memory." Andy smiled. Flora leaned over and wiped a bit of water off of his nose.

"Sounds like you had a good childhood, Biersack." She said, softly.

"I did. Then it all went down hill from there.." He sighed.

Flora was silent a moment before she asked, "What exactly happened to make you so..."

"Mean?" Andy quirked an eyebrow. She chuckled.

"Sure."

"I was bullied a lot. Even as a kid I only wore band tee's and black jeans to school. I was never normal. I didn't want to be, but everyone else did and I got made fun of for that. So I just developed this tuff guy demeanor that would keep people away from me and it works. Usually." He said glancing over at Flora.

"It didn't work with me." She said, "Saw right through it." Andy chuckled.

"Yeah right, you just thought I was an ass." He said, softly, looking at her.

"Definitely." The pair lapsed into a silence. They were joined by two things, their hands and their eyes, both pulsing with desire.

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