The Fallen and the Angel

Sleeping last night was barely an option. I tossed and turned the entire night in anticipation.

But I apparently did manage to close my eyes for a few hours, because when I opened them again, sunlight was creeping through the curtains.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand; it was 10:13.

I groaned as I rolled onto my back and stretched my arms out. As calmly as possible, I took my phone off the nightstand, and texted him. Quite rapidly. Did I mention that I was swimming in anticipation?

“Hey! Well, morning! Haha it’s Lydia.”-Lydia

And then I waited. And waited. And waited.

I decided to use the facilities as I waited, and waited, and waited.

Looking in the mirror wasn’t the best thing; I think shit on a rotten stick would look more appealing than me right now.

I came back to a new message on my phone. I shall not lie, I squealed.

“Hey! I’ve been waiting for you to text me haha. Meet you outside your door in 20?”- Andy

“Sounds good =)”- Lydia

I tossed my phone on my bed and flew to my suitcase. I rummaged through it, searching for something close to decent. I settled for a black long sleeved shirt, a light blue stone washed denim vest, black leggings, white Doc Martins, and a beanie.

I got changed in a matter of 3 minutes and skipped to the bathroom. And may I just say UGH! I hoped and prayed the beanie would help hide the mess of curls on my head.

I (thoroughly) brushed my teeth and attempted to tame the wild curls that fell down to my lower back. I was semi-successful and pinned the beanie atop my head. After applying my usual cat-eye eyeliner, I heard a knock on the door.

I believe flying is the correct term for the means on transportation I used to get to the door. I opened it eagerly to a sleepy-eyed Andy. I felt my heart start to race a little bit.

“Well, look at that.” He said with a sleepy laugh.

I raised a brow in confusion and touched my face in search of anything that with my luck would be stuck to it in the most embarrassing spot.

“No no no,” he laughed in response, “We almost match.”

I looked him up and down. He was in a long sleeved black tee, light blue denim vest and black skinnies. The only difference was that he was wearing black boots, and I was still in my socks… whoops. I started to blush.

“Yeah, almost,” I responded, “Morning to you too.” I said with sarcasm.

“…Morning!” He said with a childish grin I couldn’t help but smile at.

“Come in.” I invited. He followed me inside and shut the door behind him.

He sat in the chair at the desk as I grabbed my boots and plopped on the bed.

“So, where would you like to go today?” I asked as I slipped on my Docs.

“Well, I was hoping food was first on the list,” He said in synch with my growling tummy, “But other than that, wherever you feel like taking me. I’m open to anything.” I felt him looking at me as I tied the laces.

I flipped back and grabbed my phone as he stood up. I checked it for any notifications before I sat and stood up. Too fast. Way way too fast. I got a head rush and lost my footing (what else is new?).

“Woah there!” He laughed as he caught me. I stumbled right into him; I felt smaller than an ant.

“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed with a nervous laugh as my cheeks flushed.

“No, it’s okay.” He said smiling. He had his hands on both of my arms, and my body was flush against his, causing me to blush deeper. He was looking down at me as I looked up at him. He saw my reddening cheeks, and moved a hand to touch one of them. May I add this did NOT help the blushing situation.

In response, I parted my lips and raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry,” he said suddenly, “I probably made that real fucking awkward.” He dropped his arms abruptly. I stood up straight so I was no longer leaning against him.

“Hey, I’m the one that almost busted her ass, I made that awkward.” I smiled.

“The other half wasn’t that bad.” I slipped. Shit. Shit shit shit. 'JUST A FAN!’ I thought. “Uhm,” I quickly recovered, “Should we go now?”

“Please by the name of Satan because I’m ready to eat this pillow over here.”

I laughed and he followed me out.

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