The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Gwyn's POV*

I turned around, hoping that the small gesture would reassure Andy. I had been shocked that he had any kind of body image issues, he had thousands of fans obsessed with his famously good looks. I knew of at least one incident where he'd narrowly dodged being abducted. By a dude in a poncho, no less.

Maybe that was the problem. If everyone was always telling him he was so hot, that he exceeded the capacity of a mortal man, that he must be a fallen angel... he must have felt an incredible amount of pressure. Everyone ages, especially smokers, Andy must have known that. I wondered if he secretly hated his 'Hottest Male' Kerrang award. I stifled a giggle as I thought to myself that I should tell Andy to ask Johnny Depp and Keanu Reeves what their secrets were. Vampirism? Blood sacrifice? I knew both of them were musicians, maybe he'd run into them at some point. Shit, maybe they were already all besties. I didn't know what celebrities did in their downtime, dude.

"Alright, Mr. Biersack, if you could follow me this way, we'll get you all set." I turned around after I heard Andy step off the scale, and he walked up slowly to me. He took my left hand in both of his big man-hands and kissed it, and the look in his eyes was so intense I forgot about trying to find him the fountain of youth.

Using terms like 'butterflies in my stomach' or 'lightheaded' wouldn't really do justice to the wave of feeling. We couldn't have stood there for more than a few seconds, but I felt like time ceased to have meaning in that instant with the way he was looking at me, so differently. He kept my hand pressed to his lips, unblinking, gazing at me. I felt hot everywhere, I noticed we were both breathing a little rapidly.

Andy didn't say anything. He just intertwined his long fingers in my small ones, then led me by the hand to the curtained-off area where the nurse was waiting. I sat down, and paid very little attention as the nurse took Andy's temperature and blood pressure and they made small talk. I wasn't sure what had just happened. I felt scared and nervous.

"Alright Mr. Biersack, I'll let the doctor know you're all set for her, alright? She'll be in shortly." The nurse slid the curtain shut, and I looked warily at Andy.

"Gwyn," he said softly, his voice low. He held both my hands in his, running his thumbs over my fingers, and I felt the walls around my heart melting. My brain screamed in terror, but it was drowned out by the sound of blood rushing through my arteries and veins as my heart sang. My nervous system was taut- my poor adrenal glands were on overtime, I knew I was going into fight or flight. Outwardly, I gave no sign, I held still, watching him. Some small part of my brain, thinking like a doctor, said that all the catecholamines were going to dilate my eyes and scare Andy, or that the human medicine doctor might think I was high, I needed to calm down! But I could barely hear it...

Andy looked down, he seemed to be searching for the right words. I said nothing, I watched him struggle. I didn't know what he was thinking, what had happened. After a few moments, he shook his head, frowning.

He glanced at me, then darted forward, grasped my face firmly, and kissed me so totally, so completely and with everything, that the rest of the world, all other moments in time, all thoughts and concerns dropped away. There was only Andy and I, together, then and there.

Notes

And then Andy turned into an a zombie and ate off Gwyn's lips! Boy was she pissed! She punched him in the nads, and when he fell off the chair she felt guilty for a second and hesitated. He took the opportunity to take a bite out of her ankle! So she kicked him in the nads, yelling, "Dammi Anni, looki wha you done? Fuh!!!! Yah asshuhl!!!!"

Andy felt guilty, really guilty. But she had just looked so delicious. He took the piece of ankle out of his mouth, and tried to put it back, smiling weakly at her. Even without lips, Gwyn was still pretty...

Hahahahahaha!!!!!

QOTD: like zombie movies/stories/shows/video games/action figures/etc?If you do, any favorites?

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love almost all of them. The walking dead almost goes without saying, of course. Yes, of course I love Darryl. And Rick, Glen, Hershel (booyah for apocalypse veterinarians!!!!!), Michonne, Carol, Andrea, and that horrible psychotic kid was fascinating (forget her name- just keep a'lookin @ them flowers). Of course anything that George Romero does is awesome. And I loved the 28 days/weeks movies. Of course, there's Planet Terror, the adorable Warm Bodies, Zombieland (Bill Murray!), World War Z (an amazing book, an a decent movie, but virtually unrelated to each other), Re-Animator (classic cheese), Shaun of the Dead (humorous angle), Dead Alive (so bizarre), the remake of Dawn of the Dead was actually pretty good, then there's the Resident Evils, I've only seen the first two, they were alright, and I thought I am Legend was good, a lesser-known one called the Crazies was good, not sure if Pet Sematary counts but it's classic, of course Return of the Living Dead 3 for the hot chick, I guess slither counts too, and I loved zombie strippers, but I'm that kind of girl. There are so many more I'm missing- zombies are awesome and under appreciated. There are a few great fics on here that are zombie-based I was following, but I think they've been abandoned. Help me out guys- what am I missing?

P.S. catecholamines are the name for a group of hormones. epinephrine and norepinephrine are included in that group- they are produced by the adrenal glands (they sit above the kidneys) in response to sympathetic stimulation, meaning, fear/excitement/etc. they cause, amongst other things, pupil dilation, sweating, and all the other stuff that makes you feel the 'fight or flight' response. another name for epinephrine is "adrenaline."