We Don't Belong

Andy's POV:

Well, warped was coming towards its last day. It was always the saddest, yet also most pumped up day. All the bands exerting all of their energy into putting on the best performance, and the crew hard at work keeping things in tact.

Today, Rosie offered to help sell merch, and at first I was skeptical, knowing that the fans did get pretty wild at times, but she insisted.

As BVB was preparing to go on for the final day of Warped 2014, I decided to check in on Rosie.

She was leaning on her elbows on the merch stall, her, red hair pulled back in a messy bun. She wore a tight, black BVB tank top and black shorts. She wasn't wearing any makeup; the best look on her. And damn did she look hot. So hot that I felt myself become hard just watching her.

"Hey babe," I wrapped my arms around her thin waist, surprising her.

She made a squeaking sound which was one of the most adorable sounds in the world by far. She spun in my arms, turning to face me and splayed her hands out onto my chest, smiling up at me.

"Hey sweetie! You scared me!" She pouted, lightly shoving me.

I chuckled at her cuteness, "sorry baby. Do you forgive me?"

She grinned and pretended to think about it for a moment them eagerly nodded and pecked my cheek.

"as much as I love spending time with you baby, I need to start selling your merch! After all, wouldn't want to make the 'boss' unhappy would I?" She winked as she glided out of my arms, and approached the booth again.

Notes

Short chapter :(
next chapter or the one after that will contain smut!
youve been warned...