Daddy's Little Princess (Andy Biersack love story)

"Jeez he is so frustrating!" I bellow with a fake sob.

Gary just eyed me impassively as we sit in the car in front my house. "You want him don't you?"

"You have no idea." I groan heavily. "But I gotta face the music." Leaning in I kiss my best friend's cheek. "We still on for tomorrow?"

"With bells on!" He laughs. "Now get out of my car."

I roll my eyes climbing out of his black beetle. Swaying my bag over my shoulder I open the door seeing non other than "mason."

"Hey sweetie." She smiles flipping her blonde hair to her side. "Go change we are hitting the clubs."

"No way in hell." My father grumbles walking out of the kitchen with a bourbon in his one hand and the other pushed in his black skinny jeans.

My mom emerge down the stairs in a silver mini skirt and a grey tank top with a pair of yellow flats. "Sweetie come on."

"She is not going to a club." Andy snaps sipping on his drink.

"She is my daughter as well Andrew." Juliet spats out grabbing her short black and white jacket from the sofa.

"She is seventeen Juliet!" I turn to Mason who just rolled her eyes. "No."

"Mom is okay," I turn to her. "I had a long day. Maybe next time."

She sighs kissing my cheek. "Love you."

"Love you to mom."

Juliet just gazed at Andy and scoff walking out. "Oh Andy." Mason giggles. "Stop being such a -"

"Mason!"

"Coming. Later." She grins giving a wink before she exit the

I twirl around with a grin. "Dad I am so sorry."

"Let's get started with dinner." Without even taking a glance at me he turns back around walking to the kitchen.

"Right." I throw my bag on the floor following him. "chicken salad alright?"

"Okay." His he still mad?! What the fu- "you do the veggies and I the chicken."

I just shrug removing the knife from the drawer, twirling it around between my fingers I slice the tomatoes and green chilly. Dad likes his chilly.

Ten minutes later; green day 'basket case' blasted through the speakers as I and my dad made dinner. The chicken was frying as I just gaze at him as he throws the chicken in the air than back in the pan. "Ana the mushrooms."

"Right. Mushrooms." I seize the bowel skipping to the stove, pouring it in with the chicken my breath hitched as he push his hair back licking his lips. "Smells awesome daddy."

"Daddy?" He turns to me. "You never call me that."

Yeah I never do. Why now? "Uh..." I just shrug placing the bowel back on the counter.

"I like it."

You do? Oh dear. I lean on my hands eyeing the dinner he is papering. I turn back to grab a strawberry placing it slowly in my mouth. "Mm. Glad mom bought it."

"Taste?" He asks leaving me with my eyes wide. I grab another placing it in his mouth, my finger was caught behind his teeth as he suck it slowly. "Even better." Oh sweet god.

"You want a beer?" I yank my finger back stepping towards the fridge.

"Yeah."

I bend down grabbing the beer and I am not sure if I was imagining things but I swore my dad just checked out my butt. I pull myself back up twirling swiftly around. "Oh." I breath as my body was pressed again his. "Beer." I whimper lifting my hand up.

Andy leans in lowering my hand. His lips two inches from mine. "plates."

"What." I breath licking my bottom lip.

"Get the plates."

Oh. I guile out between him and the fridge grabbing two black plates.

God this is exhausting!

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