Just The Boy Next Door

~18~

I woke up to the alarm I had set for the day; grimacing at the time, it being 8:30, I forced myself out of bed and downstairs to make a pot of coffee. With Andy still sleeping soundly, along with our new house mate, it was a quiet morning.
Until I heard the floor above me creak.
"Well, Lena's up," I muttered to myself as I heard the toilet flush.
The footsteps got closer until Selena entered the kitchen, decked out in her Misfits pajama set. I widened my eyes and shook my head, getting a reaction out of the dark haired beauty.
"What was that for, Dee?" Selena scrunched her face up until she saw I had turned the coffee pot on.
"You are going to have one happy Andy if he sees you in those," I took our two cups carefully, "He loves the Misfits."
"Huh," Selena nodded in approval, "Good taste, Biersack. So, why are you up so early anyway, cuzzo?"
"Today just so happens to be my sweet fiance's birthday..."
Stopping me dead in my tracks, Selena gave me the look of "what the fuck".
"Say what?" she grabbed my hand and glared at the ring, "Oh my God when did this happen? And today is his birthday? Man, i am so out of the loop."
I laughed at the spastic girl across the kitchen from me, and sighed.
"It happened Christmas Eve after church, and yes, today is his birthday and I'm taking him somewhere special, at least to him.
"Good going, DJ," Selena patted my back and sat at the kitchen table, fiddling with her phone.

Maggie hadn't bothered either of us since the night before, but as she sat and waited for the warm liquid known as coffee, she read the texts her dad sent her and how the threats were still coming.
"What do you think about a restraining order?" Selena asked me as I place a full coffee mug in front of her.
"Well, if she gets even more nuts, for you, yes," I sat across from her, "Talk to your dad though, see what he thinks. Uncle Tom has always been sharp when it came to stuff like this."
She shrugged and sipped her coffee quietly.

Twenty minutes later, I made my way back upstairs with a tray full of a home made breakfast for the birthday boy. I couldn't believe he was 22 today. Yet again, I couldn't believe I was dating someone younger than me, even after all this time.
Sneaking into the bedroom, I watched him stir and open one eyelid.
"Happy birthday, baby" I said quietly enough, "I made you breakfast in bed."
Smiling, the sleepy head stretched and sat up, propping the pillows up behind him.
"Woman, you spoil me; you know that?"
I flashed a smiled at him as he winked at me, and placed the breakfast tray over his lap.
"Only because you deserve it," I kissed him sweetly, "Good morning, Biersack."
"Mmm, good morning to you, too, coffee breath."
Sticking my tongue out at him, I wandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Making my way back out, I shut our bedroom door. Selena had made her way next door to answer a call for cuddles, made by none other than CC, so we were alone.
"Ooo, so i get breakfast AND a show, huh?" Andy wiggled his eyebrows as I took off my shirt, letting my breasts bounce slightly.
"Um, no," I giggled, "I'm getting in the shower; I planned a whole day for you. I hope you like it."
"If it's from you, I am bound to love it, princess." He spoke with a mouthful of toast as I re-entered the bathroom.

The warm water felt good on my skin as I stood there for a moment. I really had a hard time believe I was engaged still. Just four weeks ago, I was wondering if the relationship was even going to make it to New Years.
Squeezing shampoo into my hands, I began to run my fingers through my hair.
"Let me help you with that, miss," Andy's deep and husky voice whispered into my ear as his naked body stood barely touching my skin, making my knees weak.
"Oh my God, Andy," I turned around and kissed him before slapping his shoulder, "Warn me next time!"
"What? And miss moments of abuse like these?" He smirked cheekily, "I couldn't bear to do such a thing."
As he said, he massaged the shampoo into my hair, kissing me tenderly every few minutes.
"Oh my," I looked down, seeing his excitement, "Someone is happy this morning."
"I'm always happy to see you, beautiful. You mesmerize me."
His eyes looked dangerous; it was his birthday, though. IT he wanted shower loving, then he WILL get shower loving.
"Besides," He looked at me devilishly, "What is I wanted this for my birthday?"

Smirking, the young man pushed me gently against the tiled walls of the shower. The chill of the ceramic made my nipples hard as I gasped from the cool touch. Taking a breast into his hand, Andy ran his tongue around each nipple, giving equal attention; I mean, he obviously had mine, so why not theirs as well?
Mouth still on lock down, his hands found their way to lift me up, pulling the now sensitive bud out of his mouth. Holding me up, he inserted himself into me, lowering me down slowly. Thrusting in and out, slow and steady, his lips locked onto mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His member throbbed inside of my body with each thrust, making me want more.
"I love you, baby," he whispered into my ear, having pulled away for a moment, "I love you more than I could ever imagine love someone."
"I love you, too, Andrew," I breathed back at him, his length far inside me, rubbing against the spongey pleasure center it had been searching for.
The love making was slow and gentle, not too short and didn't last too long. He held me the entire time, embracing my body as though he thought it would disappear.
Our climax came as soon as it began, and we finished out shower together, giggling as soap was place in inappropriate places on out bodies and at horribly bad celebrity impressions.
"Biersack, you are a trip," I shook my head at the love of my life as I grabbed out towels, "I'm so glad you happened to me."
"You, yourself, are a trip, and one I plan to take as often as possible," He paused and, while grabbing a towel from my arms, kissed my forehead, "Now, let's get dressed; something tells me you cooked up a good day for us."
I smirked devilishly and shrugged.
"Maybe; we shall see soon enough."

Not entirely on purpose, we matched. He wore his new Batman zipper hoodie his mom sent him for Christmas, and I matched with my Batgirl t-shirt, complete with a Batman bow in my hair. Both donning skinny jeans and Vans, we looked at each other and laughed.
"Selena is going to think we planned this." I giggled and looked in the mirror at our clothing choices.
"I won't mind if you don't?" Andy looked down at me and smiled as I felt my face flush a pink tint.
"Deal."
Once downstairs, I grabbed my keys and ushered the birthday boy outside, my surprise in my hands. As he opened the door to get into the passenger seat, I stopped him short.
"This is what we are doing today," I smiled lovingly, "I hope you like it."
Looking down in his hands, I watched as Andy's expression changed drastically as he read the words "Riverside Entertainment Inc. - Paid for two hour studio session for: Andrew D. Biersack". He looked at me, and down at the paper again.
"It says prepare a song and be ready to record it," he smiled brightly as his beautiful eyes flashed a brilliant blue, "DJ, this is perfect, baby. This is absolutely the best thing anyone has ever given me. Thank you, princess. And I mean that. With everything I am, i mean that."
He grabbed me and pulled me in, hugging me tightly. I think a tear of joy fell down his face at one point, but I wasn't going to argue it. Kissing him softly, I made my back back to the driver's side and got in the car.

Half way to the studio, I began to wonder what he had planned. Did he have any material?
"So, what are you going to sing, babe?" I looked at him briefly as I turned down the street the building was on.
"I have something I wrote a few weeks ago," He looked at his phone, "It is on this piece of shit here, if I can get it to behave."
"I think they might be able to print it off for you, honey," I smiled as I found the building and parked in front of it, "Let's hit it, rock star!"
"Right behind you, sweet thang," he giggled as I looked at him in disbelief.
"Sweet thang? Who are you and what happened to my fiance?"
Laughing together, we entered the lobby and had someone waiting on us.
"DJ Martenson?" The young man looked at me and I nodded.
"Good; I'm Robert Quinn. We spoke on the phone the other day. And you must be Andrew? Nice to meet you, right this way, you two."

Leading us down a hallway to a studio room with a technician ready and a computer for printing off tabs and lyrics, Andy's eyes lit up bright, like a child in a large toy store. After printing out his lyrics, he made his way into the sound booth.
"Ok, Andy, do you have music to go with this?" The tech asked politely.
"DJ, can you come get my phone and hand it to him? The music is in the third slot down under 'song ideas'."
I made my way into the booth, kissing him one last time, and grabbed the pehone for the tech. After handing it to him, I made myself comfortable on a stool that lined the back wall. The tech plugged in the phone, downloaded the music, and gave Andy a thumbs up.
"Tell me when to go, chief," The tech waited for Andy to be ready
He was nervous to a point, but situated his lyrics and sighed heavily.

The music started as he bobbed his head and closed his eyes:

Young and strong, the voice of my father said
"Don't give up, don't be forgotten."
It's hell on earth
I just wanna run away

I watched him, proud and impressed. This was not his normal sounding music; this was almost soft rock! Either ay, his voice slayed my soul and I was moosh.

They told me dreams don't grow from here
Stay alone
Count your fears
Somewhere down the line I might figure it out

Singing all my songs to bedroom mirrors
Deep inside my heart, I'm still here

We're always running away
And we don't even stop to think about it
The world's in our hands, yeah
They don't need to understand
We do it our own way
No matter what they try to say about it
We got our own plans, yeah
They don't need to understand
They don't need to understand.

I just looked at how passionate he was with this song and knew I had to play it come the next radio show, which was being held on New Years Eve instead of today, Monday.
"Alright man, that was awesome!" The tech took off his head phones and clapped loudly, making the slender man in Batman garb grin. I clapped along with him, excited to listen to the disc in the car.
Popping out of the booth, I jumped him and wrapped my legs around him tightly.
"Wow," He chuckled, almost losing his footing, "What it that good?"
"It was incredible, baby. I'm so proud of you!"
"Alright sir, as the lady bought and paid for,here is your disc," the tech handed him the demo and smiled, "Have a great rest of your birthday, Andy."
"Thank you; I will."
He clutched onto the disc in it's case, staring at it the entire time we were walking dow the stiars to the car.
"I'm so fucking happy right now," He gushed dramatically, "This has been an amazing day, DJ. What is next?"
"I'm treating you to lunch at the Starlight Cafe," I wiggled my eyebrows as I heard his stomach growl.
"My stomach thanks you; eggs benedict sounds so fucking good right now."

We put the CD in the car player and listened to his voice, blaring smoothly our of my speakers. He was still in awe, while I sat proudly. Arriving at our destination, we finished off the song and got out of the car.
"Hey DJ, He Andy," our server, Carla, smiled as us, "Sit anywhere you like; our smoking section is now out on the closed in patio."
Taking our usual booth, we both lit up almost instantly, making Carla giggle.
"Predictable," the blonde shook her head, "So water and ice tea with two Bloody Bary's?"
"It's almost like you know us!" Andy's sarcasm hung thick in the air as I shook my head, the blonde laughing harder.
"Sure thing, you two. I will be right back with those."
I looked at the menu for a few seconds, setting my sights on the crabcake benny, and Andy, the nove benny. I started giggling.
"What?" Andy's brow was arched in confusion.
"Do we really come here that often?" I asked, clasping my hands together.
"Well," He looked at his hands and fiddled with his fingers, "Two or three times a week isn't overkill, is it?"
"Oh my God," I waved him off, rolling my eyes playfully, "You and your wit, today!"
"It's my birthday, I can do what I want!" He smiled and winked at me.
"Brat."
"You love me."
I nodded. It was true; I wouldn't have agreed to marry him if I didn't.

"Here you both go," the waitress came with our food, placed it on the table, and paused, "Oh, and one more thing."
A distanced clapping sound could be heard as the tall man sitting with me sunk in his seat, knowing what was coming.
"Happy Birthday, happy Birthday, from all of us to you..."
The entire crew who we saw the days we came in was singing loud enough for the restaurant across the street to hear them. By the time they were done and dispersed, he was left with a bright red face and a brownie sundae.
"I guess there was an upside to this venture, wasn't there?" He sat straight up again, and took a bite of his eggs benedict and closed his eyes, happy in his own world.
A world he share with me.
That made me smile.

Notes

It was Andy's birthday! What do you think of the surprise from DJ? Leave me some love please, so I can update.