Wrapped in his arms I let the peaceful, safe feeling flood over me. Lying on my side, he moved to run his hand down the side of my rips, all the way down to my hip bone, then back up to my ribs again. As he ran his hand up, my shirt moved slightly up with it reveling a tattoo I have on my hip..

“The world’s in our hands”

A lyric from a solo song of Andy’s that he’d released a couple of years ago.

“You have a piece of my words…engraved into your skin.” The words flowed from his mouth so gracefully.

He was in utter awe of the tiny, black letters that lay on my skin. An awestricken look gleaming in his eyes; he ran his fingers over the skin where they were inscribed. His touch gave me goose bumps. His bright blue eyes looked down at me and we lye there, starring deep into each other’s eyes, for what seemed like hours but was only mere moments.

He opened his lips and spoke, “does that mean something to you?”

“Words are just things that form sentences; paragraphs, pages. They fill pages and pages, but they are still just letters looking for a purpose. You gave those letters a purpose, and now, they’re forever engraved into who I am; they are a piece of me.”

He noticed a stray piece of hair that had fallen over my eye, and gently brushed it behind my ear. His hand rested on the side of my face, his thumb softly stroking my cheek.

“I see something in you… so different…so strange, yet so enlightening, enticing, and magical…somewhat scary too. From the moment I met you, something deep inside me was awoken. I haven’t figured out what, or why you’re so important to me, but I know one thing for sure…you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I would be honored if you would share my bed with me tonight.”

All I could do was smile so widely at the words he had spoken-- they were so heartfelt and meaningful. His eyes shined such an enticing, bright blue that I could jump in and swim away in them. I nestled my head into his warm chest once again, breathing in softly. He brought a hand up to gently stroke my hair, putting me in a delightful state.

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My peaceful bliss was interrupted when a voice softly said, ‘hey Crystal…Have you ever been to L.A. before?” His blue orbs peering down at me, awaiting a response.

“Nope. The closest I’ve been is to Anaheim; it was in the ghetto part though.” I giggled at my words.
“You’re coming with me…I’m not leaving you to be all alone. You’re too perfect for this world to take you away.”

I stared up at him trying to comprehend the words that had just come out of his perfect lips. He’s…taking me… with him? Me? I just looked up at him, completely taken by what he had just announced to me.

“What…uh…what do you mean?”
“You are coming back to L.A. with me. You can’t argue either; you’re coming with me whether you come willingly, or if I have to drug you and kidnap you.” He smiled a reassuring smile.
“Oh, am I now? And what am I going to do in L.A.?”
“You are going to stay with me, and then, if the guys say it’s alright, you are going to come on tour with us."

Notes

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