The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy’s POV*

Gwyn looked at it and didn’t say anything. I panicked. “I, I thought maybe it could remind you of me, you know, if I’m ever not around, you know, while you’re on tour with us, or afterwards. Right? It’s a little piece of me.”

“You want to give that to me? ”She was shocked. “Andy, you realize you could probably sell that to a fan for a lot of money?”

I rolled my eyes. “Not interested. I want to give it to you.” I looked at her, and waited. Gwyn had such riveting eyes, they kind of reminded me of some kind of distorted topaz. I almost missed the moment when she took the tiny ring from my fingers.

She sat up, and I couldn’t really read her expression. All I could tell was that it was more on the solemn/serious end of the spectrum. Hmmm... “Thank you, Andrew Biersack.” She held the back of my neck and kissed me softly, the sheet falling from her bosom as it pressed against my arm and chest, warm and soft. When she pulled away, I started grinning like an idiot, and she was smiling too. It’s a good thing Gwyn had such cute dimples when she smiled, I still had trouble concentrating around her when I could see her… parts… without clothes.

“You’re a strange man, Andy.” I scoffed, still grinning playfully at her. “I usually get piercings for, I dunno, I guess you could say, almost spiritual reasons. Like, a kind of energetic, built-in, personal perma-acupuncture, or feng shui, or something. I know most people aren’t like that, though. Most people change their piercings around. Or will say they grew out of them, like they were a phase. So I guess, really, I’m the odd one out, here?”

“Gwyn, you are definitely odd. But fuck whatever other people do, do whatever you want, whatever feels right.” I was on Cloud fucking nine, I felt so happy it was weird. I snuck a quick glance at her boobs, I couldn’t help it. She caught me and laughed.

“Ok, then. Hold on, Proph-tit!” Gwyn waggled her eyebrows at me. I turned a little red, but decided to stare at her chest unrepentantly as she worked on getting her own lip ring out. I was a little sore that it didn’t take her very long. Hmph.

Gwyn popped the bead back in her ring and set it on the bedside table. My lip ring was a little larger diameter, but looked to be the same gauge. She popped the bead out and slid it in smoothly, then popped the bead in easily. It was perfect! Excited, I rushed her with a passionate kiss, sliding my tongue over her lower lip, feeling that small piece of my history, something that carried my essence, something that had been there to see all sides of me, locked around her. I wished that it would protect her when I wasn’t there, that it would hold her when she was lonely.

However, I didn’t want to freak Gwyn out and tell her all that. I was already kind of worried about how the last sex we had, that I had gone too far, that maybe she had felt pressured. It had just really turned me on. I needed to ask… I also needed to try and chill out. I didn’t want to scare her away.

So, instead, as I pulled away, I contented myself with just smiling, twisting a lock of her hair around my finger, and giving it a little tug. “Cool. Can I ask you something?”

Gwyn looked up at me, a little breathless. “Uh, of course, go ahead.” She leaned back on her elbows, getting settled. Her breasts caught my eye, and this time, I knew what to do. I covered her devil-boobies with the sheet, and she held it in place, chuckling at me. “Oh my god, Andy!”

Notes

anybody else going to pain in the grass tomorrow in auburn, washington, at the white river amphitheatre? i'm mostly going to see motionless in white, but i'm also curious to check out new years day (when i went to warped, i had a brief encounter with a guy i later deduced was Nikki Misery- shame i missed new years day's set entirely, they played at 11, i had been hoping to check them out, he was very nice) and of course the other bands. i'm not really familiar with them- any recommends? here's who's playing:


Main Stage:Ayron Jones & the Way 1:50
Crobot 2:40
Motionless in White 3:30
Theory of a Deadman 4:20
Bullet for My Valentine 5:20
Three Days Grace 6:20
Lamb of God 7:30
Slipknot 9:00

Another Century Stage:
Varsity Week 3:10
Like A Storm 4:00
Stitched Up Heart 5:00
Awaken the Empire 6:00
New Years Day 7:10
though i don't imagine anyone would recognize me, i wear glasses and a necklace with the Staff of Aesculapius, the symbol of veterinary medicine. i also scowl virtually nonstop. feel free to say hi, but please don't call me anathema, take my picture, or yell out the name of either story that i write. given how crappily my life has been going, if you do those things, you may find yourself on the receiving end of a haymaker. i'd prefer you break into song. yep- serenade me if you want to know what is going to happen in either story. as always, preferably with "Blood Stained Valentine." i will totally tell you.