Escaping Grace

I stretched, feeling overly warm.
I opened one eye, seeing the clock. It was just now nine in the morning. I glanced over. Andy had his arm curled around my waist like iron, and I hesitated. It was like sleeping with a heater on full blast.
I shifted, and his grip tightened. He mumbled something in his sleep and nuzzled my shoulder. I sighed. I had on One of his t shirts and that was it, and right noe it was bunched up around my hips uncomfortably.
I tried to slip out of bed. "Not this time," Andy muttered, and he pulled me back to him. "You're not sneaking out again."
I chuckled. "You're burning me up."
"Oh, too hot for you am I?" he murmured, and raised up. His sleep face was so cute. I smiled, and then pressed a quick kiss to his nose.
"You're always too hot." I tossed the sheet off my legs and got to my feet. Andy leaned back, pillowing his head on his arms as I scrounged for my clothes. "I could get used to watching you."
I snorted, slipping on my underwear. "I wouldn't. this isn't going to be THAT common."
"You say that, but once you go Andrew Biersack, you never go back."
I smiled, and glanced over at him. He looked so delectable, the sheet pulled just barely to his hips. "How about breakfast?" Andy rose to his elbows. "Would you like to dine in or out?"
I'd like you to dine down, I thought, and grinned to myself as I picked up my shirt.
"What's that face for?"
"Nothing," I said hastily. "And what do you have?"
Andy chuckled, and slipped out of bed. He pulled on some sleep pants and walked out, leaving the door open. I tossed my clothes onto the bed and walked after him.
I hopped onto the barstool, picking up my phone as Andy rifled through his freezer.
Vale had called once this morning, and I hsd at least twenty missed calls from a number I didn't recognize. I sighed, blocking it automatically.
Romochka just wouldn't give up; I would have to change my number again.
"I have... Ice."
I chuckled. "Do you have any pancake batter? I'll make some." "That," he started opening random cabinets, "I actually do
have. Here," he sat the box on the stove. "Go for it."
I stepped over to the stove, finding a lone pan. I was glad the batter only needed water; Andys fridge wasn't full of anything but soda, alcohol, and the occasional leftover.
I pulled my hair up into a bun and turned on the stove, heating the pan while I stirred the batter. Andy sat a spatula down.
"Well at least you have somd utensils," I chuckled, and he shrugged. He grabbed plates and forks, setting them on the bar. when the pancakes finished I put them on the plates, and he magically produced butter and syrup.
"Wow, great pancakes."
"Considering its out of batter a year out of date," I chuckled, "You better douse it in more syrup."
He grinned. "Okay, so the next show is in a couple weeks, right?" he said, looking at his phone.
"Mhmhmm."
"And it's out of town. Do you guys wanna just ride in our bus?"
"Sure. I know Vale would love it."
"Cool. We'll be there for a couple days so we can get a hotel to keep us up."
"Mhm. Cool," I dunked my remaining pancake into the pool of syrup. I was flicking through Facebook, and stopped.
I choked.
"Shit!" Andy patted me on the back. "Are you okay?"
I stabbed my finger at the screen.
THAT FANGIRL.
Andy picked up my phone and frowned. "We look surprised, don't we?"
"She took that picture in the hallway!"
"Yeah. Look how hot I look."
I smacked his shoulder. "Andy," I scolded, and scrolled.
"Look what she said."
"Two lovebirds trying to escape the concert," he read, "and there are rumors that they have been seen out with each other. Escape from Grace's guitarist Vale Durant and BVBs CC have also been seen together."
"It sounds like we're criminals!"
"Just fallen angels."
I frowned at him. I took back my phone and looked back at the photos. My tattoos were very visible, even if you couldn't tell what they said.
I chewed my lip, hoping my family didn't see it. Mother would probably have a heart attack, Romochka would probably have an aneurysm. . . The more I thought about it the better that sounded.
I snorted, hoping they did see it now. I took my plate to the sink, washed it, and then all the cookware I'd used and quickly put it up.
"I better get going," I said, heading for Andys room, my clothes piled in the random chair he had stashed in the corner. "Vale has already called me once."
Andy followed me into his room. "What's your plan Thursday?"
"Thursday? I don't know," I shimmied into my jeans.
"It's Ashleys birthday and we're all going clubbing. Gather your guys and we'll all go."
"That sounds fun. Nate and Ashley will party well together I believe," I chuckled, tossing his shirt onto the bed. I grabbed my shirt and slipped it on.
"How'd you get that scar?"
I stiffened automatically. "What scar?"
"The one on your hip," Andy stepped over to me.
Shit. I'd forgotten about them, I realized. I should have gotten dressed in the bathroom, or at least not kept my back to him.
"I, um, it's from my childhood. I don't even remember," I said uncomfortably, and turned quickly to face him. I plastered a smile on my face. "But I gotta go."
"Are you sure?" he slipped his hands on my hips with an impish grin on his face. "Because there's totally more dishes you could do."
I laughed, and shook my head. "I think I'll pass, Mr. Biersack."

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