The Water In My Lungs

"Andy.." Imogen grinned, walking into his room. It was a few weeks later and he had been forced to come home. Daniel told him his mother was going crazy the Sunday after he had left and late that night he came home. She was in remorse for almost taking their father back and she needed her son with him.

Of course, it hadn't been any better when he got home. She hasn't come out of her room since he got home and Imogen and Andy hadn't seen each other since he left. Daniel said to go to work and come straight home in case their mom needed him.

"Baby?" Imogen said sitting on his bed. He was underneath the covers and she could see his black hair peeking out. She shook his shoulder, "Mr. Biersack!" She jumped on him. He gasped, sitting up.

"What?" He mumbled, softly, "Imogen!" He exclaimed louder and pulled her against him. She chuckled.

"Hey birthday boy." She kissed his cheek. His arms were so tight around her.

"Imogen, I missed you so much." He said, pressing his face in her shoulder.

"I missed you too." She sighed, adoring the feeling of his arms around her.

"We've been apart for too long. How was your Christmas?" He asked.

"Alright. I wish it was with you." She sighed.

"Me too. But were together now." He said, happily. "Who let you in?"

"Daniel." Imogen said, biting her lip.

"Ah. Mom still hasn't left her room?" He asked.

"Not that I could see." She said brushing a piece of hair from his eyes. "I like you hair cutie." It was
longer and down his neck. Clearly he didn't go through with dying it brown.

He chuckled, "Thanks, I don't know if I like it that much. I'll wait a little while and probably cut it off again."

"So indecisive, how have you stayed with me?" Imogen grinned.

"Because I love you." He said. Imogen quieted for a second.

"Andy, are you going to get mad if I ask, why me?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Everything you do is beautiful to me. Your soul, the way you look. I just adore you so much." He shook his head, pulling her so she was lying on his stomach. Imogen smiled softly and traced small circles on his tank top clad chest.

"I missed you." She breathed out. "You didn't even come to hear me sing." He looked down sadly at her.

"I couldn't, honey. I wanted too, you know that." He rubbed her arms.

"I know, it was just different without your arms around me." She sighed.

"I love you." He smiled.

"I love you too. How long can you be with me today?" She asked, taking his hand and resting it on
his chest. He picked them up and kissed each of her fingers.

"As long as you want." He smiled, but knew it would have too end before tomorrow.

"Well, it's your birthday. You choose." She said, kissing him quickly.

"You know I hate birthday's, I just want to be with you." He said, pressing his face in her neck.

"Well I think you should get the hell out of this house for a little while! It's got to get boring. Just working and coming home and working and coming home and working and-"

"Okay I get it!" Andy chuckled as she cupped his face in her hands.

"So let's do something! A movie, the mall, ice skating, lazer tag, I don't care." Imogen smiled.

"How about lunch and the movies?" Andy said.

"Okay." Imogen smiled, moving off of him. Andy was still in sweatpants and a tank so he had to change. Imogen stayed in his bed while he quickly stripped down, staring at his toned body. He chuckled noticing her gaze. She blushed and looked away.

"It's okay to stare, I'm yours after all." He grinned at her. He was now in only his underwear, as he walked over to Imogen and stood between her jean clad legs. His hands rubbed her thighs. He softly, but sensually placed his lips on hers. Imogen allowed herself to reach up and touch Andy's bare chest. He moaned at the feeling and pushed her back on the bed. He attacked her neck with kisses, leaving marks, and she smiled before pushing him away.

"Go get dressed, cutie." Andy placed one more hungry kiss on her lips and stood back up. He quickly changed into black jeans, a black wife beater, and his leather jacket.

"Ready?" Andy said, grabbing her hand. She stood up with him and followed him out of the house.
Andy was healing very well and now he was able to ride his motorcycle again. "Let's go." He said sliding on his bike. Imogen did the same and hugged his waist, a feeling she had missed all too much.

He turned on the bike and veered off into the street. Imogen rested her head on Andy's back and closed her eyes happily. His hair still lightly blew in the wind and he sighed in content.

It took about twenty minutes to get to the mall. Andy parked his motorcycle and they walked inside, hand in hand. Imogen was acutely aware this was the first time they went out, just themselves, as a couple. The mall was a hangout for every teenager in Hadley Falls, so they knew it was time to really show each other off. The town bad boy with the town 'loser'.

A group of girls from Imogen's class were leaning against the wall by the doors. They're heads immediately turned and they're eyes widened.

"Look, it's little Immie. Your in way over your head with this one. I'm sure he's already fucked her..." A blonde girl Imogen recognized as Hailey said. Andy tightened his hand around her's.

"Ignore them." He smiled down at her, "Want to grab lunch?"

"Yeah." Imogen said, sighing. She usually tried to stay out of people's way but right now she just wanted to be with Andy.

They walked into a small cafe, eyes all locked on them.

"Hi, two?" The hostess asked them.

"Yep." Andy nodded. She grabbed the menus and led the pair to a small table in the back of the restaurant. They sat across from each other, holding hands. A waiter walked up to them, his eyes lingering on Imogen a little to long for Andy's liking.

"I'm Justin, I'll be your waiter today. Can I start you off with some drinks?" He asked.

"Water." Imogen said, soothingly rubbing Andy's knuckles.

"I'll have the same." He said, biting his lip ring.

"I'll be right back with those." Justin said, winking at Imogen. Andy sighed, angrily, and glared at him as he walked away.

Imogen chuckled, "Woah boy."

"What?" He looked up at her.

"You seem a little mad." She said.

"I get jealous pretty easily, Im. Your mine and only mine." Andy raised his eyebrows. Imogen felt something burn deep within her stomach and she couldn't help but feel a little turned on as well as loved. She was seriously considering giving it up to him tonight.

She swallowed hard, looking up at him, "I know, that's why you shouldn't be jealous. Because I am yours."

Andy smirked happily, "That's all I needed to hear." Justin came back with two waters and placed them in front of them both.

"You guys need a little time to look over the menu?" He asked.

"Yeah, that would be awesome." Andy said.

"Alright, I'll be back in a few minutes." He said, walking away. Imogen let go of Andy's hand to look at the menu. Andy couldn't keep his eyes off her. After two weeks of not being with her, he wanted to treasure her flawless face.

"You should probably figure out what your going to order instead of looking at me." She smirked, not looking up at him. He chuckled and picked up the menu.

"Want to split a pizza?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I'm paying for it birthday boy." She grinned at him.

"No, Im, I'm the boyfriend!" He exclaimed.

"So? This is your day." She said.

He huffed, "Fine."

"So how's work going?" Imogen asked, linking their hands again.

"Really well." Andy said, taking a sip of water, "It's a cool job. This is the first day off I've had in like two weeks but you know, pays well."

"I'm excited for you." She smiled.

"Thanks babe, how's dance?" He said.

She shrugged, "Alright. I have a competition this weekend. It's really big and I've been meaning to talk to you about it.."

Andy quirked his eyebrow, "About what?"

"Is there anyway you'd be able to get off work for a little while and come with me?" She bit her lip. He blew out a sigh.

"How long?" He asked.

"Two days." She said.

"I can probably do it." He smiled, squeezing her hand.

"Awesome." Justin walked back to the table.

"You guys ready?" He asked, looking straight at Imogen. Andy was about to punch this guy square in the nose.

"Yeah." He said, tightening his grip on his girlfriends hand. Imogen's eyes widened.

"Okay what will the beautiful lady be having this afternoon?" Justin smirked. He could see how pissed the guy was getting and it was funny as hell.

Andy closed his eyes and reopened them, focusing on Imogen.

"Well my boyfriend and I are going to split a classic cheese pizza." She said, handing him the menus. Andy smirked victoriously. Justin scribbled the order down on his notepad, feeling defeated, and walked away.

"I win." Andy grinned.

"I wasn't going to leave you for him!" Imogen exclaimed, laughing.

"Yeah well now he'll stop." He muttered.

"Your so jealous, this is crazy Andy." She shook her head, leaning farther back.

"No it's not!" He chuckled.

"You really don't have to worry. You kind of have me freaking wrapped around your boney little
finger." Imogen shook her head, smiling.

"Well I try." Andy said. She laughed.

"I'm sure you do." She said looking down at their locked hands. Andy ran his thumb over her knuckles, and moved it up on her ring finger, right where a wedding ring would be. His eyes softened, thinking of Imogen walking down the aisle towards him.

"So after high school.." He said looking up at her, "What's next for Imogen?"

She chuckled, her eyes crinkling in the corners, "Well, I want to move out to Los Angeles."

"To dance?" Andy asked. Imogen bit her lip, playing with their fingers.

"Recently I've been wanting to sing." She looked up at him.

"Really?"

"Yeah. And I remembered you saying you'd get an apartment with me after I graduated. Does that offer still stand?" She asked.

"I-I..." Andy shook his head, "I was thinking like Denver babe. Los Angeles?"

"There's no opportunities around here for me." Imogen sighed. "I understand if you don't want to go with me. Andrew said he was in and he plays bass. He knows a few guys around there and with them we could get a band together. We're going to meet up soon and I wanted you to be there but-"

"I'll be there and I'm coming." He said, looking straight into her eyes.

"W-what?"

"I would never leave your side, Imogen. Even if that means traveling across the country with you." Imogen didn't care that they were in a restaurant. She jumped up so fast and threw her arms around his neck. He laughed and wrapped his around her tiny waist.

"Andy I love you so much." She mumbled against his chest.

"I love you too." He said, smiling. She walked back to her seat and immediately took his hand.

"When are we getting married?" He joked.

She chuckled and rubbed his knuckles, "Hopefully a while from now."

He laughed, "Not when you get out of high school?"

"I'll only be sixteen." She said.

"Too bad." Andy frowned. "By the time your able to marry me, I'll be twenty one."

"That's not that old." Imogen raised her eyebrow.

"I always anticipated on eighteen." He chuckled and if Imogen had been drinking something she would have spit it out.

"Your kidding me!?" She yelled.

Andy laughed, "Nope. I was going to be a player in high school and once I got out I wanted to settle down and have a few kids with an amazing women. That girl never came along until I noticed her sitting on her window sill. Then it dawned on me that she was too young to get married..."

"Yeah, you think!?" Imogen exclaimed.

Andy grinned at her, "Calm down, I would never ask you to marry me right now. Your not legally
allowed too."

"Oh good to know." She said, resting her chin in her other hand. She took in the man before her, feeling so happy. He was her's. All her's, and that was an impossibly great feeling.

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