"Andy.." Imogen whispered in Andy's ear. He was passed out with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. "Wake up."

"No.." He groaned.

"Sorry." She chuckled as he moved so his face pressed into her neck.

"How mad would you be if I spent the night at your house tonight?" He smirked.

"You know I'd be more than happy babe." She laughed, "Now I've got to get dressed."

"Fine." He huffed, rolling off of her. She grabbed her phone and checked it to see a message from her sister.

I need to talk to you about Andy. It's important.

Imogen rolled her eyes and threw her phone down. Whatever it was could wait. "I'm taking a shower." She smiled at him. He groaned and she laughed. "What?"

"I should have brought more condoms." She giggled and flicked him off before walking in the bathroom. She heard him race after her and pick her up from behind. Imogen squealed loudly.

"Andy!"

"That's for flicking me off!" He laughed, kissing her cheek. "Can I take a shower with you?"

"Mhm." She said, turning it on.

Five minutes later Imogen was out and getting ready. She only washed her body, wanting her hair to be dry for the stage.

Andy came out a few minutes after her, his hair soaking wet and his body glistening. Imogen was putting on stage makeup, something Andy had never seen. She usually never wore makeup but it was caked on today.

"You look beautiful." He said, smirking at her. "But I prefer you without makeup."

"Thanks." Imogen chuckled, putting on mascara. "Have you ever tried makeup?"

"Mhm. I wore a lot when I was younger actually.." He laughed.

"What!? I'd like to see pictures." Imogen giggled.

"Possibly. I still wear eyeliner sometimes, you know that." He teased, poking her side.

"Mhm. You should get dressed." She said. He stuck his tongue out and kissed her forehead before walking into the other room.

When she came out ten minutes later he was laying on the bed, looking rather dashing in a pair of dark jeans and a blue jean shirt. He was on his phone, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at screen.

Imogen changed quickly into leggings and a tank top along with her jacket that said Coder Dance on the back of it. They had a few minutes before they needed to be downstairs so she laid next to Andy. He immediately clicked his phone off as she sat next to him.

"What were you looking at?" She asked.

"Nothing." He smiled, wrapping an arm around her.

"Babe, it didn't look like nothing." She sighed, looking up at him.

"It was nothing! Just an ex bothering me..." He shook his head.

"Who?"

"Her name is Brooklyn. We dated for like a month and she became obsessed with me." He said, "I tried to block her but she keeps finding a way to contact me. It's ridiculous."

"Oh.." Imogen frowned. She slid her arm across his stomach, and snuggled into his side.

"Speaking of ex's mine is here."

Andy's head popped up, "What?"

"Yeah..his name is Calum and he might come up to us but he sucks and you could beat his ass so don't worry." She said, running her fingers through his hair.

"I'm not." He huffed. "You dated a dancer?"

"Who else was I going to date?" She chuckled. "You were probably dating Annie around this time."

"God don't remind me." He groaned. "She's awful."

"I know, trust me. I remember when you guys dated. She talked about it all the time, especially when I was around." She laughed.

"Yeah honestly I just used her for sex..." Andy said, ruffling his hair. She frowned up at him.

"When did you lose your virginity?" She asked.

"Uhm, geez, I was fourteen I think." He said. Her hand reached up to touch the necklace he gave her for her birthday.

"Wow." She blinked.

"I was a really shitty guy until you came along, Im." He admitted. Not just to her but to himself.

"I know." She chuckled and he stuck his tongue out at her. "I'm just glad you changed for me."

"Me too." He said, kissing her neck.

"I love you..." She said, giggling and puckering her lips out. He smiled and kissed her quickly.

"I love you too." He said. She ran her hand over the few scars still on his arms. "That one was when I didn't answer the phone." She looked up at him and moved to another long scar.

"When a group of kids beat me up at school he cut me with his knife for being weak." She finally moved up to the cigar burn. "When I tried to stop him from hitting my mom."

Her tears fell on his skin and he sighed. "It's okay, they don't hurt anymore.." He said, pulling her closer to him.

"But they did hurt..he's hurt you so many times!" She whimpered.

"It's okay." He said, wiping his thumb under her eyes. "Your going to mess up your makeup." She chuckled and buried her face in his chest. They laid there for another few minutes, Imogen feeling his steady heartbeat against her cheek

"We should probably get down there." She sighed, not wanting to leave his arms.

"Your right." He stood up and stretched his sore limbs out. She grabbed her dance bag from the corner and hoisted it over her shoulder only to have it taken by Andy almost immediately.

"You don't have to carry my bag, Andy!" She exclaimed as he took her hand.

"I want too." He smiled as they walked out of the room.

"Well I guess I can't argue with that." She chuckled as they walked into elevator.

"Guess not."

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As soon as Andy stepped into the large room where solos were held he felt like he was taken to another world. People were cheering, and crying, it was literally insane.

He sat down in a chair near the middle. Imogen told him her solo was first then her duet with Andrew in the next room over and then finally she'd be able to come and see him for an hour or so before having to run and do a few group numbers and one more solo at the end. It was going to be a long day, especially without Imogen for most of it.

"Excuse me sir? Do you know where you are?" Some lady leaned over and asked Andy. She was pushing her child behind her.

"Yes my girlfriend is competing." Andy said, crossing his arms. The dance mom rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat.

He watched for another few dances before he smiled, seeing Imogen walk out in a beautiful black lace costume. Her hair was down and a braid up top.

A different song, not A Thousand Years, but one called Your Call by Secondhand Serenade.

Waiting for your, call I'm sick. Call I'm angry.

Call I'm desperate for your voice, listening to the songs we used to sing. In the car, do you
remember? Butterflies, early summer.

It's playing on the keys, just like when we would meet.

Like when we would meet.

I was born, to tell you I love you. And I am torn, to do what I have to too.

To make you mine, stay with me tonight.

Stripped to polish, I'm new. I'm fresh. I am feeling so ambitious, you and me flesh to flesh.

Cause every breath that you would take, when you are sitting next to me will bring life into my deepest hopes, what's your fantasy?

What's your...

I was born, to tell you I love you. And I am torn, to do what I have too.

To make you mine, stay with me tonight.

And I'm tired, of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home.

And I'm tired of being all alone and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home.

And I'm tired, of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home.

And I'm tried, of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back,

I was born to tell you I love you! And I am torn, to do what I have too!

I was born to tell you I love you! And I am torn, to do what I have too,

To make you mine, stay with me tonight.

She ended on the floor, looking at the ceiling, and her knees bent. Andy was trying his hardest to hide his tears but as she took a bow and excited a small tear fell down his cheek.

She was beautiful, and all his and that was an impossibly great feeling.

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