Imogen and Andy laid in the plush hotel bed. After another round, the couple was worn out but she'd promised Andrew. It was 8:30 and she wanted to jump in the shower quickly.

"We've got to get up." She said, hating she'd have to leave his arms. His hands were tracing small circles into her bare skin.

"I don't want too. Just tell them no." He said, pressing his face into her hair.

"I can't." She said, kissing his cheek and getting up. "I'm taking a shower."

"I'm joining." He grinned. She laughed, leaning on the door frame.

"We're gonna be late aren't we?" She said.

"Oh yeah." He walked up behind her and picked her tiny body up before kicking the door shut.

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At precisely 9:30, Imogen and Andy walked down the hall to Andrew, and Kiera's room. They knocked on the cream colored door.

Kiera opened it and smiled fakely as Imogen and Andy walked in. Imogen was wearing sweats and Andy was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a blue jean shirt. They looked like opposites aside from the fact that Imogen had on some band shirt.

"Hey guys, come in." She said, and the couple walked inside. Five other girls and Andrew all laid around. Hannah, and Ashley were there along with three others named Leah, Sara, and Emily.

"Hi." Imogen waved, awkwardly. Her hair was still wet from their shower and her legs ached from having sex three times, but none of them needed to know that. Emily and Sara were looking at Andy like he was god. Kiera couldn't understand why- he was gross. All tattoed and pierced. Hannah and Ashley felt the same way but none of them could voice their opinions. Not to the darling of Coder dance studio.

"Hey." The three said at the same time. Emily and Sara both just smiled nervously.

"This is my boyfriend, Andy." Imogen smiled, rubbing his shoulder. He waved and Andrew gestured for them to sit down in an empty chair in the corner of the room. "What are y'all doing?"

"Just watching movies. We were about to decide, any input?" Andrew asked.

"Horror movie." Imogen mumbled, and laid her head down on Andy's chest. He was scrolling through his phone, looking at Instagram. Despite him not being very popular around town, he had acquired a ton of followers on Instagram, and Twitter. About 10k on each just for looking good.

"No!" All the girls squealed. Andy looked up and rolled his eyes.

"Andy, any input?" Emily asked.

"I don't give a shit." He chuckled, returning his gaze back to his phone. Imogen was looking too, and every so often she'd reach down and like a picture for him.

"How about The Last Song?" Kiera suggested, and all the girls shrieked, even Andrew. Imogen just groaned and Andy laughed. He clicked over to his page and Imogen took his phone.

"How do you have so many followers?" She asked, scrolling through his page. It was mostly selfies and tons of pictures with Imogen. Girls all commented on his pictures, and some even made fun of her.

"I'm hot." Andy shrugged and she laughed.

"And cocky." She clicked on a picture he put up on Christmas. It was of him and her from her birthday weekend. His head was on her shoulder and she was kissing his forehead. Their eyes were both closed and the caption was simply just 'love' with a skull emoji. "I like this one."

Andy took the phone from her and clicked it off so she could see his lock screen. It was a different picture. One where her head was in his lap and their tongues were sticking out.

"This is my favorite." He grinned.

"That's my lock screen too." She giggled, "My back screen is just one of you."

"Mine is you." He laughed, "One I took while you sang to me."

"Awh." Imogen blushed, seeing everyone settle on the beds as the movie came on.

"Why are we here?" He whispered in her ear.

"I don't even know. Trying to be a good friend I guess." She sighed. Kiera shushed them and Imogen made an angry face at her. "Let's go."

She stood up and pulled Andy with her. "Where are y'all going?" Andrew asked.

"I want to rest." Imogen mumbled. She was pissed off: really pissed off.

"See you tomorrow." Andrew said. She looked towards him and he mouthed 'sorry'. She rolled her eyes and slammed the door shut.

She didn't say anything as she just walked down the hallway, arms crossed. Andy followed, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Babe-"

"I don't feel like talking about it. Let me see your key." She cut him off. He handed his to her and she slid it in the key slot and walked inside. He walked up behind her and moved his arms around her waist. She closed her eyes and leaned back in to his chest. His lips moved to her neck and started working. "Andy.." She groaned.

He just continued nipping and sucking.

"We don't have anymore condoms, plus I'm not in the mood now." She sighed. He planted one more kiss on her neck and then moved away.

"I'm sorry." He said, sitting down on the bed.

"It's okay. I'm just really fucking pissed." She said, sitting next to him. He let his hand twirl into her hair and she fell back on the bed with a groan.

He stood up with an angry sigh and walked to the window. "This is my fault."

"No it's not, Andy." Imogen said, "They just don't understand."

"They don't need to understand." He said, "They need to stop being bitches to you because of what I look like." He glanced over at her.

"Don't say that. All though it would be a good song." She giggled. He looked at her and immediately his heart lit with love. "Come here." She said, opening her arms. He smiled and walked to her, pulling her to a laying position on his chest.

"I love you." He whispered. She breathed in his scent and he chuckled. "Always smelling me."
She smiled and kissed him quickly. His hand rubbed her back up and down as he quietly hummed in her ear. Their legs were tangled together and they held hands. It was a peaceful moment for the pair, their easy heartbeats synced up perfectly to the others, and Imogen hated that no one could accept them. That they truly only had each other.

"Will your father come back?" Imogen asked, out of the blue.

"Probably." He answered looking at the ceiling.

"What will that do to us?" She traced a circled on his knuckles.

"Nothing." He promised. "Nothing will ever happen to us. You and me? We're infinite."

"Okay." She said, snuggling into his chest.

"Want to watch a good movie?" He asked.

"Yes please! I have Insidious in my bag." She said. He slid out from under her and walked to her computer bag. The DVD was resting in her front pocket so he just popped it in the player on the TV and walked back to her. She grabbed his hand pulled him down so he laid on her. He laughed and buried his face between her breasts. She started raking her fingers through his black hair and he closed his eyes. She used the remote to press play and he turned his head so he could see. She just kept massaging his head and he smiled feeling so serene under her touch.

"I love this movie." He mumbled against her shirt.

"Me too." She said, kissing the top of his hair.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Andy groaned. "Do not get up. I am comfortable."

"Don't think I'll have too. I left my key in the other room." Seconds later Andrew came walking in, no one following. He scoffed at Andy's face buried in Imogen's boobs.

"Are you guys always hanging on each other?" He asked.

"Yes." They answered simultaneously.

"Well then.. You left your key in our room." He said as Andy slid his hands on to her rib's.

"Thanks." She said, pausing their movie. Andrew set it down and then sat on the edge of their bed.

"I'm really sorry you guys." He said, and Andy just turned his head so his face buried in Imogen's neck. This was her fight, not his. He'd defend her but he didn't like Andrew and probably never would.

"Why would you be such a dick, Andrew?" Imogen shook her head.

"I was just trying to fit in with them..." He sighed. Andy looked up at her to see her looking at him.

"I know." She said, keeping her eyes on Andy's.

"I love you two. I think your a great couple and I can see how much you love each other. It's just that, Andy doesn't fit in here. You knew that was going to happen, and I don't want everyone to hate us until we leave in a few months." He said and Imogen scoffed.

"You act like I care!" She exclaimed.

"Okay, Imogen, I understand that Andy is the only person you need or want but you can't give up all your friends. He is not that important! He will ruin your life if you let him!" He stood up. Andy moved his head from her chest and glared at him.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Andy screamed at him. "Do you even have an inkling of understanding of how much love I have for this girl? For your best friend? Well you know what? She's my best friend, and girlfriend, and lover. I'm not going to sit here and listen to you be an ass too her!" Imogen's eyes were so hurt as she looked at Andrew.

"I can't believe you'd ever say that." She said, tears welling up.

"I don't mean to hurt you guy's but your too serious!" He shook his head. "Im, I'm just worried." He tried to sit next to her but Andy moved so he couldn't. "I love you so much, and couldn't stand to see you hurt."

"I know, but I love Andy too." She said, standing up and pushing her protective boyfriend back. She took Andrew's hand.

"I know you do." He said.

"Don't worry about me." She said, feeling Andy's arm around her waist. He was pissed. Imogen was his and that wasn't going to change.

"Alright Immie." He sighed. "I'm sorry, Andy."

"It's whatever." Andy said, softly.

"I'll see you two tomorrow." Andrew said, walking out. She laid back on the bed with a huff.

"You okay?" Andy asked, returning to his position on her stomach.

"I'll deal with it." She sighed, unpausing the movie.

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