All I Can See Are These Flames Around Me

Unconsciously I stood up a little straighter as a familiar blacked out tour bus rolled to a stop in front of me. I have been waiting for this day for almost three weeks. Finally I'll be able to see my Andrew again. The breaks on the bus hissed as the break was applied and it was turned off. My stomach clenched in nervousness as the door slowly opened.

Two days ago Andy had called and requested that I come to pick him up at the place where the band would be dropping off their bus. And me being me, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to see Andy again. Although, now that I was standing here I was mildly worried that Andy wouldn't be happy to see me. Holding my stomach I also hoped that I wouldn’t get sick again, all week it seems like the only thing I did more than text Andy was throw up. Oh yes, it has been the greatest week of my life. I'm pretty sure that I've probably lost ten pounds due to how sick I have been.

The guys began to file out of the bus one by one. Biting my lip I waited patiently for Andy to step off the bus and into my arms. Just as the thought crossed my mind, Andy was off the bus and sprinting towards me. And of course I wasn't paying attention so I came out of my thoughts just in time to see a six foot two man running at me right before his body crashed into mine.

"NIKKI!” Rather than crying in pain from the impact of our bodies colliding I just smiled like a damn fool.

My Andy is back!

“ANDREW!” I hugged his neck tightly just to make sure that this wasn’t a dream.

“Did you miss me?” Burying my head in his chest I nodded.

“Yes! Did you miss me?”

“Of course, I missed not having someone to watch out for.”

“Aww… wait that’s a good thing right?”

“Yes it is.” What I really wanted to do was get up on my tippy toes and bring his perfect lips to mine. But I couldn't. Hell, I didn't even know if Andy really liked me like that.

“So are you going to be my chauffeur on this fine afternoon?” Rolling my eyes I followed him back on the bus.

“Um, I guess so?”

As I spoke bile rose in my throat. The somewhat familiar scenery of the bus made me nauseous. A wave of both good and bad memories bombarded me. I thought I heard Andy ask me if I was okay, but I couldn’t answer instead I gagged and emptied the contents of my stomach into the waist basket that had magically appeared under me. I think I need to see a doctor or something. I choked and gagged a few more times trying to wipe the tears from my eyes and not smudge my makeup all at once. Which is a skill I now have. Andy patted my back and sat me down on the couch.

“You all good?” Kneeling in front of me Andy had the worried look that he had reserved for me on his face. “You never told me you were sick. Had I known I would have come to get you instead of you coming here."

“I haven’t been feeling well I guess... But I wanted to come.” I smiled up at him sincerely.

Andy rolled his eyes and kissed the top of my head. “Come on you, I’ll drive us back to my house. You can rest there.”

Standing back up the his full six foot two inch height Andy scooped me up as if I were nothing more than a rag doll. Crossing my arms over my chest I pouted the whole time he carried me off the bus and back over to my car. The rest of the guys had managed to notice Andy carrying me and how unimpressed I looked.

“Looks like you’ve accomplished making someone very angry.” The guy who walked over to Andy and I was snickering. I think his name’s Jinxx but I can’t be certain.

“Yeah he has.” Glaring at Andy, who had set me down at this point. I let most of my weight rest against my car as I watched Andy put his bags in the truck.

“I’m Jinxx by the way, guitarist.” Jinxx’s extended hand and I couldn't help but grin. I did get his name right! Score for Nikki!

“Nice to meet you Jinxx I’m-”

“The girl Andrew won’t shut the fuck up about.” I blushed a little at that.

What do I even say back to that? Do I thank him or should I make a joke of it? Before I could even open my mouth another person who I’m pretty sure is CC ran over.

“Ooooo Jinxx who’s this?” This guy is clearly a hyper child stuck in a man’s body. He poked my forehead with his index finger.

“C Nikki, Nikki C.”

“Oooohhh the one that Andy’s been going on and on and on about?” CC turned his attention over to Jinxx like I wasn't standing right beside him.

“Yeah she’s the one. She’s pissed because Andy carried her out of the bus.”

“Now why would that piss her off? So many girls would kill to have that happen to them.” Shrugging Jinxx and him walked away still conversing about the topic of my anger at Andy.

Well, that was interesting... Sneaking up behind me Andy snaked his arms around my waist. The front of his body pressed against my back.

“So do you want to head over to my place?” I shivered at his words that were whispered into my ear.

Looking up at the wrong moment, I watched as Ashley walked off the bus. The second his boot hit the pavement our eyes met. My stomach went sour from the daggers that his brown eyes shot at me.

“Yeah... lets go.”

Andy gave me his typical worried look but I waved him off as I handed over my car keys. It only took a few minutes for us to pull in the parking lot of his apartment building and it took only a second for him to grab his bags and lead me upstairs. I was incredibly light headed though, so I had to lean against him or the wall the whole journey to his apartment. The second the door close he began to fuss over me.

“You can lay down in here if you want.” Rolling my eyes I shot him me does-it-look-like-I-want-to-lay-down look. When in reality I really could use a seat right now.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“I’d feel better if you did.” His bangs ended up in a heap on the floor near the bed. It was safe to assume that they wouldn't be opened again until they were getting ready to head out on tour again in a month or so.

“Fine.” With an overdramatic sigh I kicked off my shoes and got settled on his incredibly comfortable bed. Andy grinned before leaving the room.

In the distance I could hear him staring up a load of laundry or turning on a shower to be honest I couldn’t tell, not that I really cared I just liked being able to lay here in his bed his familiar smell was everywhere. Covering my face with a pillow I didn’t hear him come back in the room.

“Might I ask what you’re doing?” Andy sounded as confused as he looked when he carefully lifted the edge of the pillow up to look at him.

“Nothing…” Giving him a cheeky smile he rolled his eyes.

“Right… like I'd believe that. Anyways what would you like to do this afternoon?” I really hope that what ever it is he wants to do won't require me getting out of my newly found happy place.

“I’m up for anything I guess.”

“How about a movie and we order something in?”

“That sounds good.” Andy turned to leave but I quickly held my arms up and began to make grabby hands for him like a child would do to their mother.

“Yes?” Sitting beside me I instantly latched onto him.

“Don’t leave meeeee.” I whined holding him tight.

“I won’t leave you.” He planted a kiss to the top of my head and settled down in bed beside me.

For the rest of the afternoon Andy and I didn't do anything but watch television. The shows we watched varied from Sponge Bob to Sons of Anarchy. When it started to get dark out I halfheartedly said goodbye to Andy for the evening. Standing outside his door Andy and I embraced for a long time before finally breaking apart and looking at one another.

“Andy?”

“Nikki…” He was toying with his lip ring in a nervous fashion. God he is so fucking cute.

“Andy I-” I had to stop myself from talking because I knew if I didn’t’ I’d make a fool out of myself. Instead of talking I got up on my tip toes and kissed Andy’s cheek softly.

Andy’s eyes got big but instead of pushing me away like I thought he might he took my face in his hands carefully and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was simple for a minute,but the kiss became more passionate when his tongue snuck pass my lips. I let my fingers thread through his hair and pull just ever so slightly. Andy moaned into the kiss and his hands held my hips.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” I didn’t want to stop kissing him, I wanted to stay the night with him.

But I knew that wasn't a good idea. Not while I was puking every hour on the hour.

“Okay. Goodnight.” Our lips touched again before I left.

Arriving back home I fell onto the couch and turned the TV on. I wasn't surprised to find that there was nothing on. So turning the television off, I grabbed my phone from my pocket. The little blue notification light was blinking in the corner. Huh, wonder what that could be? My life is pretty much on that little piece of technology. Dragging the notification menu down my eyebrows knit together in confusion.

My eyes went wide when I read the notification. I've missed a very, very important monthly visitor over a week and a half ago. Thinking back I quickly did the math out in my head then recounted it out on my fingers just to be sure.

Oh fuck.

This can't be happening.

Notes

Yikes... You all know what that means!

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