Escaping Grace

I was beyond sick.
I was so glad Andy had left the apartment earlier to go meet his bandmates and left Vale with me. She had dropped off a bunch of my clothes and my phone yesterday, and apparently she was staying at CCs until Danny found us a new door.
Danny had voted that he would stay at our apartment so no one would try to steal anything, and Vale had supported him full force.
I think she was just enjoying the fact of halfway moving in with CC personally. I had moved my things into Andys spare room, though I'd never slept in the bed.
He was being weird.
He would hardly let me out of his sight, and went all mother hen on me if I tried to do anything.
I almost missed Asshole Andy.
So now, bent over the toilet puking the contents of yesterday, I was very glad to be alone. I leaned back on my heels, exhausted.
Danny had already tiraded on about how he would kill Romochka if he saw him, blah blah blah. I doubted he would come back after this, especially after Andy surprised him. I hoped so, at least.
I was keeping this constant headache, though I hadn't said anything. I didn't need anyone worrying over me anymore then they were. We had a concert coming up, and I would rather eat my own tongue then cancel on the guys. The concert was Friday, and we had to leave on Thursday to make sure we got there in time. We would stay in the hotel Thursday and Friday night, and then come back Saturday.
I could only pray this dizziness wore off by then so I could give a decent performance.
I sighed, and stood shakily. I flushed the toilet and traveled to the sink, where I hastily brushed my teeth, trying to get that awful taste out of my mouth. I went back into the living room. I had all the lights turned off, but I knew my way around at this point.
I laid down on the couch and pulled a pillow over my face. I didn't need this. I should be at the studio working on new music. I groaned, and then reached over for my phone. I plugged my headphones in and picked my music, then pulled the pillow back over my face. I let Porcelain and the Tramps overtake my mind.
I needed to get out of this apartment before I went stir crazy, and I needed to go home. I missed my bed and my privacy. Not that I didn't appreciate all that Andy was doing for me. I doubted he'd had any stay this long with him before. But then again, I had no idea.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized I really didn't know anything about him. I didn't know any of his likes or anything about his past, which had been what I'd wanted in the beginning.
But now it seemed different. I couldn't explain how, but it did.
Ugh.
I hesitated suddenly. Did I hear something?
I pulled my head phone out, and raised up to look at the door as someone beat it halfway down. My heart jumped into my throat in fear.
"Andy! I know you're home!" someone bellowed, and I relaxed. Then tensed up all again.
Oh shit.
What do I do?! I forced myself to my feet and crept to the door.
"Andrew!" the female voice shrieked, and I winced. God that woman had some vocals on her.
I jerked open the front door before she broke her hand against it. We stared at each other for a few moments, hers stunned.
"Andys not here. He left an hour ago." I said, my voice more irritable then I had intended it to be.
Her hair was blonde and her lip pierced. She was really pretty and tall, and I felt immensely uncomfortable in my sweats and my face looking as it did.
"Who are you?" we both asked at the same time.
"Er, I'm Leah," I mumbled after a second, flushing.
"Juliet." She eyed me warily.
Oh. Oh shit. Well this was awkward.
"I just came by to drop off some of Andys shit," she lifted up a bag. "He's usually home about now."
"Um, he said something about meeting the guys." I apologized, and she looked like she suddenly recognized me. "You're Escape from Grace, right?"
"Um, yeah."
"What are you doing in Andys apartment by yourself? He usually throws a bitch fit in someone's here when he isn't."
"Ahh, I'm staying here for a few days while my apartment is... Renovated."
"Right." she didn't believe me. "What's up with your face?"
Was this an interrogation? "I had an accident."
She narrowed her eyes. "Did your boyfriend beat you up or something? I know Andys such the hero type."
"No," I scowled at her, "my boyfriend didn't beat me. Look, you wanna drop his stuff off or do you want to come back later?"
"Nah, here," she shoved the bag at me. "Tell him I said fuck you." "
Um, okay," I stared after her as she took off down the street. I looked down at the bag in my hand, then shut the door.
I sat the bag on the bar, despite how curious I was about what was in it. I flopped back on the couch, returning my headphones in my ears.
I closed my eyes.
The door slamming is what woke me, and I jerked up in alarm.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that."
I looked over the back of the couch, seeing Andy tossing his keys on the bar and stripping off his jacket. "What's that?" he asked of the bag.
"I dunno," I sighed, burying my face back in the pillow, "Juliet dropped It off for you a few hours ago."
There was a moment of silence, and then I heard him rifle through the bag. He gave an aggravated sigh, and walked around the couch and lifted up my legs. He plopped down, and my legs fell in his lap.
I raised my face out of the pillow and glanced back at him over my shoulder. "You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah."
I hesitated, then sighed, returning to my position. I reached over and turned off my music, and then rolled until I was on my back. I rose to my elbows, seeing him run a hand through his gelled hair.
"Andy?"
"Yeah?"
"Why did you and Juliet break up?"
I hoped I wasn't overstepping myself, but I was curious. No one had said much other then that they weren't together anymore, which had been the only reason I'd slept with him the first time.
Andy glanced at me, then away. He leaned forward and turned on the TV, and for a moment i thought he would ignore me.
"I got drunk one night and slept with someone else."
"Oh."
Oh. Well, it could have been worse. I scooted myself into a sitting position. Andy wasn't looking at me, just gazing at the TV. I reached over and took his hand.
"Andy?"
"Hmm?"
"I know I look like utter shit, but will you look at me?"
He reluctantly tore his gaze from the TV and looked at me. "Did you mean too?"
"what?"
"Did you consciously cheat on her, or were you drunk?"
"I was plastered and pissed off. We were at a party," he sighed. "Ashley had a girl with a cute friend."
I frowned. It was still shitty that he did, and I wasn't saying that it was okay, but at least he didn't do it completely on purpose. I slipped my hand in his and squeezed, forcing a smile.
He blinked at me as if in surprise, and I leaned away. I laid back on the pillow, and was immensely glad he hadn't turned on any lights. I threw my arm over my eyes.
"Leah?"
"Hmm?"
"How are you feeling?"
"Like utter crap, why?"
"Because I really want to fuck you right now."
I raised my arm off my eyes, startled. "What?"
"You heard me." he was gazing at me with those molten blue eyes. "You're the first person who didn't immediately assume I did that on purpose, that I didn't just screw up."
I pursed my lips. I honestly didn't know if I was up to it, but that look on his face... How could I say no?
"We can try ---." He didn't even let me finish.
His lips... Gently met mine, and his hand cradled my face as he nibbled. He pushed me back against the couch, one knee already slipping between mine. His thumb caressed my face, and his tongue drew slow circles around mine. His other arm was propped above my head, and he was very careful to keep his weight off of me.
His lips trailed hotly down my throat to the top of my t shirt, and the fingers that had been caressing my face slipped to the hem of my shirt, and he walked his fingers slowly up my stomach, his skin warm against mine. He nuzzled my throat, and I shifted, unable to stop a giggle as his fingers brushed my ribs.
"Oh, ticklish are we?" Andy purred, and I gasped with laughter, flailing at him.
"Andy!" I giggled, smacking at him. "Stop it!" he chuckled, capturing my lips powerfully.
I swear, he could seduce whoever he wanted with those angel lips.
"Yo!"
Someone suddenly came crashing through the front door, and I jerked in surprise. Andy cursed, hastily tumbling off of me and into the floor, amd I winced as I pulled into a sitting position.
Ashley flipped on the lights.
"Why are you keeping it so dark in here?"

Notes

I might not be able to update as quick, I'm helping someone else with their story, but I'll try to keep the updates coming just like normal! And I'm also sorry the chapters are so short and drawn out --- so comment and tell me what you think!:)