If Hell were any Closer

Nikki's POV:

I wait.

In my head, I'm mentally counting the seconds that tick past, holding my breath when he moves, causing for eruptions of noise to penetrate my senses. I remain where I am though, even though I'm not really sure why. I think I'm just startled and scared that he's here, and so unexpected at that. I had not prepared myself emotionally to face Andy, not yet, maybe not ever. He was my first love, after all.

I've lost track of the minutes when I finally decide to move. By that point, my hair and skin has long-since dried off, and I'm surprised by the sudden goosebumps that have scattered across my chilled body. That's my que to stand, and get on with my life. After I open this door, no more time will ever be spent on Andy Biersack.

I hesitantly rise to my numb feet, pausing to listen. Nothing. I turn the cool knob, wincing when it gives off aloud creak, but other than that, the house is silent.

i take that opportunity to open my door the rest of the way, and when I enter my room, it is empty.

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I'm proud of how quickly I managed to get my shit together. In the span of one hour, I successfully removed Andy from my mind, applied my makeup, fixed my hair and even picked out a presentable outfit to wear to the party tonight. Two parties in one week, I'm a fucking rebel, bitch.

I literally shrieked when I came face-to-face with my old friends: Vic, Alex, Amy and Kellin. They all looked good, not that I expected anything to be different. They were all flawless, in their own way.

When I saw Oli, I'm not going to lie, my entire face lit up. And his did to, surprisingly. We talked for a large poetion of the evening, catching up on old times and discussing what was new in our lives. It felt good, like nothing had changed, even though practically everything had.

I didnt spot Andy until I started my third drink.

He didn't notice me, too busy flirting with a ditzy blonde at my school. I rolled my eyes at the two, doing my best to shove him from my mind. It didn't work at first, then I moved on to my fourth drink, and things started to get better.

Now, I've lost count on how many I've had, but all I really care about is how Oli's hands feel against my hips, and how his lips feel pressed against mine.

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