Falling Angels

Claire's POV
I wandered around the kitchen and living room, waiting for him to return. Just as I was about to settle into the black love seat Andy came strolling back in. "Are you gonna tell me the surprise now?" I asked, sitting down. "Well, I might tell you the first half." He teased. "I might wrestle it out of you." I retorted playfully." He smirked and taunted, "You know I'll win again." I took the bait and tackled him, face-planting into his Black Veil Brides t shirt. "I surrender!" he cried out. I raised my arms in victory. He suddenly saw the opportunity and used his freed arms to pull me into his chest. I landed in the same place as before and asked him, "Will you at least tell me the first half of the surprise?" He reluctantly said, "Fine, I'll tell you. The rest of the band is coming to meet you at 6." My eyes widened. "I get to see them?!" I exclaimed. "That's what I just said." "Well shit! I gotta get ready!" I jumped up and landed back on the love seat. Andy joined me on the love seat. "You're already ready." he said. "Nope, I still have to do my hair." I replied. "I like it better wavy." Andy asserted. I blushed. He was pretty much the only person that had complimented me since 6th grade. Did he like me? Shaking the thought from my mind, I informed him, "I'm still straightening it." I headed upstairs and into the bathroom, where my hair straightener was waiting for me. I was about to start doing my hair when I looked in the mirror and saw that he had followed me. His tall figure blocked the doorway. I gave him a questioning look and he smiled. "I wanted to spend some time with you." Andy explained. "Okay." I replied happily. "So, what's your favorite color?" he asked. "Blue." I said automatically. "And yours?" I asked. "Mine are-" "Black and red." I finished for him. "How did you know?" he asked, bewildered. "Fandom sites." I said nonchalantly. "That's not creepy at all." he teased. "Who wouldn't want to know her savior's favorite color?" I defended myself. "Good point." Andy responded. For a while there was a peaceful silence as he watched me straighten my hair. I turned around to face him. "Voila." I said, making a grand gesture towards my straightened hair. "I still like it better wavy." Andy pouted. "Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "What are we going to do now?" I asked him. "I dunno. I thought maybe I could take you to Hot Topic and then we could have lunch together." "Okay, but Hot Topic is on me." I asserted. His false British accent returned. "Milady shall not have to pay." "But I wanna be a good guest." I pouted. "Well, too bad. I'm paying anyway." he said firmly. "But-" I was silenced by the finger he placed on my lips. "I don't mind spending money on you. I'd rather spend money on you than anyone else." Andy declared. "Fine." I submitted. He wasn't going to budge. "Now that we've settled the manner, I shall escort milady to the mall in only the finest of carriages." His British accent spread a smile across my face.

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