Just The Boy Next Door

~10~

It had been a couple of days since Andy had returned home and we had made it official, but the deception of me sleeping with Ashley had already begun to take a toll. Andy would randomly would randomly throw the fact that I had sex with Ash in my face whenever possible, putting me in a dark place.

I locked myself in my house one afternoon and refused to come out, regardless of who it was. I let my cell phone die and even went as far as to unplug my land line, so no one could reach me. Naomi ended up crawling through my bedroom window with the use of a neighbor's ladder to reach me.

"Deege baby, where are you?" she looked around my room but I was no where to be found.

Finally she made her way to the bathroom to find me drunk as a fucking skunk, sitting in my bathtub in now freezing cold water.

"Baby," she sat down on the lid of the toilet, "Is this really the mature way to handle things? You fucked up, you know you did. You just have to reassure Andy that you know. He has been in tears all day over there worried about you."
"Yea well," I hiccuped and grabbed the bottle of booze I was nursing, "He should have thought about that before hand."
"Honey, I know, I know," she groaned and shook her head, "You should at least talk to him; oh, and stop drinking, please. Your liver hates you so much, now!"

I chuckled and closed one eye, trying to aim for her hand to give her the bottle.

"Naomi, I love you."
"I love you, too, ladybug," She giggled and helped me stand, "Now let's get you dressed. Maybe this will help Andy understand what he did, huh?"


Twenty minutes and two rounds of puking later, I was in sweat pants and a VCU Rams sweatshirt with Naomi putting on my slides for me. I felt better, but still was pretty intoxicated. Helping down the stairs, she stopped to plug up my cell phone and the jack to my house phone. Unlocking the door, she ushered me across the patch of grass between the frat house and my own.

"Okay, guys, please be understanding," Naomi squeaked, poking her head in the frat house door first, "But she is really depressed."

Helping me in, I hiccuped again and got shocked and worried glares from everyone minus Andy, who I could only assume was hiding himself in his room.

"What the fuck," Jinxx raced over and knelt down in front of me, "DJ, babe, you okay?"
"No, dude, do it look like I'm fucking look like it?" I grimaced in apology for my drunken bluntness, "Your fucking friend, the one who claims to be in love with me, has to hang shit over my head that I had already made peace with. Stuff he said he would work out on his own."

I balled my fist up and punched the couch cushion with enough force to hit the wood on the other side, splitting my knuckles open.

"DJ, for fuck sake, dude," CC rushed over wide eyed, and motioned for Jinxx to grab some ice and bandages, "Why are you doing this to yourself, babe?"
"If he doesn't care about my emotional or mental status, then why should I can about my physical status?"

"That it, I have fucking had it!"

Ashley, who was quiet and watching things unfold, was now standing and panting like a rabid dog. The veins in his neck were protruding and his eyes were alive with rage. Walking with a heavy stomp towards the staircase while Jinxx and CC tended to my wound, he shouted up to Andy and not in the most pleasant way.

"Andy Fucking Biersack, get your immature, abusive ass down here," he paused and was quieter, "Your girlfriend is here, and you won't like what you see."

Within seconds, the creek of his bedroom door cut through the silences that was downstairs and footsteps slowly made their way to the stairs. Making his way down, his eye met mine and he froze; the tears then came. Not from my eyes, mind you, but from his.

"What the hell, DJ," he calmly walked over to me, body shaking, and sat next to me, "Why? Why did you do this to yourself? Why beat yourself up because of me?"

Naomi, being the smart girl she was, opened the front door as the rest of the house slowly vacated before I lost my temper and blew up at Andy; she, however, stayed behind in case I got too out of hand.

"Why did I do this? I should ask why you did this?!" I paused and looked at him through bloodshot eyes, "Why the fuck do you have to hang shit over my head that I have already dealt with personally AND made peace with? Why can't you deal with it the way you said you would? Are you not a man of your word? Why did you have to go and fucking ruin something before it even began, Andrew?"

His eye were wide with shock and still lined with tears; I don't think he had ever seen me upset, or angry for that matter.

"I... uh... fuck..." Andy couldn't say anything.

"You know what? Yea, I had sex with Ashley but it helped me realize I was in love with you," I began laughing at myself, "Perfect, I am in love with a mentally and emotionally abusive control freak who can't seem to get his head out of his own ass!"

Standing up, I realized I wasn't too drunk anymore and began to pace the floor.

"You didn't climb a ladder or climb into my bedroom window to save me from a cold bath water drunken stupor, Naomi did." I paused and turned to him, taking his head into my hands, making him look me in the eyes, "Why did you have to go off half cocked on me? Me, Andy? Do you realize what you could have done? You know me! That shit is the reason I stopped believing in love all together, baby, and you were the one who brought me back from that dark pit; remember? Don't push me back there because I will go back and not come out again."

At that moment, the dam broke. I had held them in for so long, tears fell from my eyes like rapid fire and all Andy could do was hold me as I cried. I hated myself for putting myself in this situation; I hated him for bringing me to this point. But I was in love with him, hopelessly devoted to him.

"DJ," Andy finally said softly, "I'm so sorry I said all those things, okay baby? I'm sorry I hurt you so bad, and even hurt us; what we have. I never wanted this to happen. I wasn't thinking about how you would feel, only myself..."

He took me and placed me on his lap and held me; I felt tears fall from his face onto my hand and looked up into those beautiful yet tearful eyes of blue.

"If something is bothering you, talk to me. Don't do things like that. Just don't."

We sat in silence for about twenty minutes as Naomi opened the door for the guys to come back in. Filing back in, one by one, they placed themselves around the room and returned to what they were originally doing. Well, except for Ashley, who was staring down Andy like he was the enemy.

"I love you, Deanna Jeanne, and I'm so very sorry for hurting you," Andy whispered softly into my ear, " I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"I love you, too, Andrew Dennis," I smirked a bit, "I'm holding you to that."


The days following our blow up improved greatly; he talked about how he was feeling when I told him about Ash and I, and I listened to him open up about how he thought he was going to lose me.

He felt terrible for hanging the event over my head, and really did want to make it up to me. Knowing I liked Christmas lights and tacky tours they were displayed on, he hunted high and low until he found the best one possible.

About a week before Christmas, he said he had planned a surprise for me. I was curious and played along, trying to eavesdrop on him and whom ever talk about the surprise; no such luck. He was sneaky.

"Hey, princess," he spoke softly, "Why don't you go home and change into something nice and meet me back here in thirty? I have something to show you."

Looking up from the book I was reading at his place, I mouthed the word "okay" and moved slowly towards the door.

"Hey, where do you think you are going without paying the toll?"
I turned around to find him dangling a piece of mistletoe over his head, a grin playing on his face. I giggled and walked over to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck and nuzzling forehead, his arms soon found their place around me.

"I love you, DJ," He kissed my forehead softly causing me to coo, "More than I could have ever imagined I would love anyone."

"I love you, too. I will be back."


Picking out a black Misfits sweater and a pair of dark blue jeggings, I stuffed my feet into a pair of black, heeled Harley boots I had gotten a year ago and still hadn't worn. Fixing my hair and make up, I liked what I saw.

Deciding to go back to the frat house, I grabbed my house keys and locked up the place. Looking over to the front porch stood my boyfriend. He was dressed in black skinny jeans, a white button down shirt, and a leather jacket, complete with his beloved ankle boots. His hair was slicked back and he looked absolutely handsome.

His hands were behind his back as he walked over to me.

"Pick a hand, baby."

I thought for a second.

"The right one."

He held out a bunch of roses; white to be exact. They were tied together with a red ribbon. I smiled brightly as he handed them to me.

"Naomi said they were your favorite."
"Oh, Andy," my eyes got a little misty, "These are so pretty! But what is the occasion?"
Does there need to be one for me to treat my girl to nice things?"

His smile made my heart flutter.

Helping me into the car, he handed me the other item he had in his left hand. It was a small silver box with a bow on it. As I opened the box, there sat a silver necklace with a heart shaped locket engraved with our initials; inside it had our pictures, him one one side and me on the other.

"I want this to be forever, princess," He looked over at me from the driver seat as he watched my face, "I want you, all of you, forever and always."

After a sideways smirk and a wink, my killer handsome boyfriend started the car and began to pull out of his driveway.The butt head didn't tell me where we were going, but I had a feeling when we pulled into the shopping complex.

"Do you like sushi?" He looked at me quickly, turning into the parking lot.
"Hell yea; but why?"
"Because we are here."

We had driven all the way to a Japanese steak house where he had made reservations for the sushi bar. After being seated, we ordered our separate rolls. One thing I had learned was while he loved sushi, Andy was no a fan of cucumbers, which was weird because he liked my lotion. Once the chef was finished preparing our dishes, we were served and began to eat happily.

"I want to know one thing," I spoke with a mouth full, "How did you do it?"
"Do what babe?" He looked at me after swallowing a bite.
"Make me fall more in love with you."
He smiled softly, eye twinkling; even with all the bullshit, he was truly a beautiful soul.
"I could ask you the same, princess."

All was silent for a few moments as we just looked at each other, admiring the love was had and shared, and will have and share as long as time allowed.

Full and ready to go, we paid and tipped those who were designated and made our way to the car.

"Oh, it's getting dark already," I exclaimed as I looked outside into the night, "It is supposed to get cold tonight."
"Good thing we won't be out in it," Andy looked at his phone and began running his GPS, "You are going to like the finale of the evening."

Driving about twenty minutes we came across a seemingly open field with winding roads all across it. I was confused but was told to wait.

"Ok, in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1!"

Suddenly, the entire field lit up with various light displays and Christmas characters. My eyes lit up like a child in a candy store.

"It's official," my voice was soft as I looked at him in awe, "Andy, I'm going to marry you one day."

A small blush dusted across his cheeks as he smiled, happy that he had done well for our date that evening. However, all was not over when we finished the tour.

"Deege," Andy looked down at his hand and picked at the red polish on his ring finger nail, "I wanted to know if I can stay over this evening?"
"Yea, babe, you can," I was confused, "Why did you ask like that?"

He put the car in park off to the side of the dirt road we were on.

"Ever since our fight, I have been wanting to show you how much I love you," he sighed and grabbed my hands gently, "I want to make love to you; not just fucking, not just sex. I want to love you the way you deserve."
"Oh my." I was speechless.
"I bought you this." He handed me a box he grabbed from the back seat.

Opening the box, I pulled out a black and red teddy with a matching thong. Looking out of my peripheral, the look of wanting and hunger displayed noticeable on his beautiful face.

"Well, let's get back to the house to put this to good use, shall we?" I dangled the thong in front of his eyes as a low growl left his throat, "Even though I highly doubt I will be wearing this long if at all."
"Yes ma'am."

Barely making it in my front door, he had my coat off and thrown on the floor. Kicking his boots off on the way up stairs, I worked on his buttons on his dress shirt.

"You are so fucking sexy," he purred, "I'm so glad you're mine."

Having been successful with the shirt, I worked on his pants as he slid my jeggings to my knees. Giggling about the slight traffic jam we got ourselves into, we agreed to finish removing them ourselves. Once removing my boots and jeggings all that remains was the Misfits sweater. Tugging it gently over my head, he three it against the wall just outside my bedroom door.

"Your body is a wonderland." He sang seductively.
"You are such a sap."
"You love it."

Reaching the bed finally, we only had our underwear on, but barely. Pulling my panties down, he threw them into my clothes hamper and went in for my bra. once removed, I helped him with his boxer briefs.

Putting some smooth jazz on for some reason, Andy instructed me to lay in the middle of the bed. Once I followed his lead, his lips crashed into mine in pure love and lust. His hands ran up and down my side, grabbing onto my ass and squeezing tightly. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I felt his hardened length against my abdomen.

He made his way down to my sweet spot, lightly brushing his finger tips along my skin as he went. My toes curling, he suckled on the tender nerve endings slowly. I knew it wouldn't take me long; I just wanted to last long enough to satisfy him.

Gripping my thighs, he pushed his tongue deep inside me, lapping up each out of moisture I produced. Taking a thumb and rubbing circles on the little pleasure button, my head cocked back suddenly, eyes closed, and felt myself get closer to my climax.

And just like that, he stopped.

"Can't have you finishing yet, princess," his voice was low and raspy, "I want you to hold on as long as you can."

Nodding that I understood, Andy ran the tip of his throbbing member along the dampened lips of my pleasure center slowly, connecting his mouth with mine. Tasting myself and cigarettes on his breath, I pushed into him. Our tongues dance with one another a most provocative dance that only lovers should share.

Without warning, he slowly entered me, making me feel every inch of him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrust himself in further, burying his face into the nape of my neck. My nails dug into his back as he dug into me deep, hitting my g-spot. A moan built up in the back of my throat.

"I love you, Deanna Jeanne," He looked deep into my eyes mid thrust, "I love you more than I could ever scream."
"Oh God, Andy," I held onto him tightly, "I love you, too. So very much."

He picked his torso up once more and sped up, watching me as I gripped my comforter tightly, biting my lip. His thighs were soon clapping against my body loud enough for the neighbors to hear; his head rolled back and eyes shut as his pelvis did the work.

"Oh, DJ," he moaned, speeding up still, "Please, cum for me baby. I want to feel it; I want to see it."

His speech was sexy; it pushed me past the breaking point. My fluid gushed down his swollen member as I called his name. At that moment, I was happy Naomi was with Jake at the other house.

"Atta girl," he smirked, "Now let's try for another."
"But Andy, I..."

Leaning forward, he place his lips on mine after making the "shh" movement, his finger to his mouth.

Flipping me over onto my stomach, his slips himself along my backside and nibbled my neck softly. I was sensitive to his touch; everything he did drove me wild.

"Think you can stand on all fours, princess?" He watched me as I did so.

Moving in front of me,he smiled. I knew what he wanted and batted my eyes at him.

"What do you need, Mr. Biersack?" I playfully flicked my tongue on his tip.
"Oh, DJ, you fucking tease." He hissed as I felt him flew in my hand.

I went slowly down on him, bringing all of him into my mouth, sucking lightly on the tip when I got back to it. Before long, he couldn't take anymore and spun me around.

"I love your body so fucking much," He spoke through his teeth, "God, you make me feel like an animal."

Smirking, I back myself onto him to where only the tip entered me. His breath wavered slightly as I slid off of him.

"DJ, why do you tease me so badly?" he whimpered, his length throbbing on my opening.

I pushed back onto him one more time, but this time taking him in.

"God," Andy's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he gripped my hips, "I can't take it anymore."

Before we both knew it, we were laying in a crumpled heap and drenched in sweat and bodily fluids. Andy didn't last much longer than I did, but I gave him kudos for making sure I was satisfied. The cuddles afterwards, though; we lived for those.

"Where do you want to be in five years, Deege?" Andy spoke, leaning on one arm while tracing my half done tattoo sleeve with the other hand.
"Oh god, babe," I had never thought of that before, "I don't really know; so much has happened lately to chance what I had previously wanted. I just know what ever happens, I want you with me at the end of it all."

He smiled and brushed my forehead with the hand tracing tattoo lines.

"Why are you so beautiful, princess?"
"I feel like this is a repeat question, baby," I chuckled.
"But I'm serious," He sighed, "I look at you, and every time I do, I fall more in love with you, DJ. I just don't understand how feeling work. How do you have such an effect on me?"
"I'm a level 56 mage on World of Warcraft; would that give you incite?"

He laughed loudly and kiss my mouth mid laugh.

"I can't believe I didn't figure it out," His speech was sarcastic in tone, "Oh thank you, wise elven mage for helping me figure it out."
"Oh, hush, you."
"You love me."

We laid there in blissful silence until we got tired of being gross; sweat and sticky fluids will do that to a person. Agreeing to shower, we peeled ourselves off of the bed and mad a beeline for the bathroom.

"Hey DJ."

Turning around at the doorway, Andy was holding a teddy bear with the Batman symbol all over it.

"For me?" I giggled.
"Baby, it's all done for you."

Placing the bear in my hands, he moved past me to start the water.

All I could do was stare at the stuffed bear and smile.

Notes

It is safe to say that DJ and Andy are going to be just fine; after a mental breakdown and a make up session like that, who wouldn't think that. What is in store for them?