I'm a Loaded Gun
Sweet Blasphemy
Reyas POV
These last few days have been...well, hell. Andy's been working so much lately and I know it's only been a week without him, but I seriously feel like I'm being pulled apart. We've only been able to speak a little bit. I've barely been sleeping. My bed feels so empty without him beside me, wrapping his long tattooed arms around my waist, or being able to lay my head on his shirtless chest. I feel like a walking zombie right now. My parents and I haven't spoken much at all. Theres this painful silence. I've been trying to apologize, but they refuse to listen. My mother wont even look at me. My dad gives me these pained glances. Siren got a job with her mom, who is an artist, in painting a mural at a local college, so she's gone for the next two weeks while she paints. I've been sitting alone in my room almost every day. I only leave it when my parents have left for work to get food. I feel so horrible now. I glance at my phone. No new messages. I sigh and pick it up, dialing his number.
"Hello?" a husky low voice says.
"Hey, Brandon?"
"Yeah, what's up, Rey?" he replies.
"I came home..."
"Oh, what happened?"
"The label...denied us. We had to leave, and I needed to come back anyway. Things here are...stressed to say the least."
"Aww, sis, I'm sorry. Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm alright, I'm really missing Andy."
"I bet. So what's up with mom and dad?"
"They won't talk to me, or even look at me." I could feel a tear forming in my eye. I brushed it away.
"I'm sorry. Well, you know things are always open here."
"I know Brandon. I just, wanted to fix things at least, but I guess it's not going to happen, not now anyway."
"I'm always here, Rey. I'll pick you up from the airport or I can meet you between Nashville and Atlanta if you drive."
"My car is totaled. I got in a wreck on the interstate. I'm fine though, no one hurt."
"Ahh, well then. Any word from your insurance?" he asked.
"Yeah, they will have a check for me next week, I think I'll just deposit the money. I have $6000 from my work with the label from shows, and I should be getting a bit more soon from any sales from our EP."
"Damn, I wish Id had that type of money at that age."
"Haha, well I'll let you go. Thanks, Brandon."
"No prob, see ya."
I hit the end button and set down my phone. I looked around my bedroom. This had been my room since I was ten years old. This had been my home for eight years. The walls had been purple since I was young, the only thing that had changed was the posters on the walls. At ten I had pictures of kittens, horses, the Jonas Brothers, and other stuff like that. Now the walls were barely visible behind my Black Veil Brides, All Time Low, Breathe Carolina, Fender guitars, Heart, Pink Floyd, Icon for Hire, Tonight Alive, Flyleaf, Mayday Parade, and Go Radio posters covering as much as possible. I walked uo to my huge Black Veil Brides poster and looked at the guys. My god, a few months ago, if you had told me that I woukd have played on stage with them, or even fallen for the lead singer, I would have told you to shut the fuck up and be real. I pulled up the edge of post and took it off the wall. I folded it and cut the tape off the corners. I started pulling off all my posters and then stacked them and put them in my old cardboard box that my Fender guitar had came in. I pulled out an empty box from under my bed and started packing up all of my stuff off my desk and vanity. I'd decided. I couldn't stay here anymore. There was too much friction. I couldn't handle this anymore. I jammed the rest of the clothes in my closet into the limited space left in my suit cases and duffles since I never unpacked. I did the same with the rest of my make up and other bathroom stuff. I put the boxes in my clothes with my bags and cases. I went to the computer. I could fly out in three days to Florida. The airport was only an hour from Brandon's house in on the outskirts of Sarasota. The ticket was $75. I pulled out the credit card that I got on tour. I went ahead and bought the ticket and texted Brandon. He would meet me at seven on Friday since that was the expected arrival time. I arranged all my bags and boxes (four big cardboard boxes) to be sent through UPS to Brandons. I had been given a rental car by my insurance, a Volkswagon Rabbit. I put my boxes in drove to the UPS store in town. I sent them, guaranteed delivery on Friday afternoon. It cost me $140 to sent the four boxes and pack the one suitcase and duffle into another box. I was going to take the other suitcase and duffle with me on the plane. I drove back home, my parents must have gotten off early today. I checked the time, it was 4:45. Weird. What the hell are they doing home?
I walked in the door. No one in the living room or kitchen. The door to my room was open. Oh shit. What are they doing in my room? Oh fuck, they probably notice everything missing. I was right, they did.
"Where the hell is everything?" my mother yelled.
"I don't know, why would she pack up and leave?" my dad replied.
I hid around the corner of the hall, eavesdropping.
"Every since she met that fucking rockstar star of Black whatever she's gone completely out of control! Did you see her fucking hair? She has red streaks in it and all the piercings on her ears, they look so trashy. She even has a tattoo Bryan! I saw it through that rag shirt she was wearing with all the shreds on it yesterday!! She's out of control and I can't handle it anymore. I'm glad she's gone, I can't handle her."
I stepped around the corner. "Love you too mom!" I said with sarcasm dripping form every word.
She whirled around, looking me dead in the eyes. "What the hell are you doing? Why is everything gone and where the hell do your think your going?"
"Well since you want me out of the house so badly, since I'm such a fucking disgrace to you, I'm leaving. Not like you'll care since you think I'm so horrible and out of control. I'll be out of your hair forever. Your welcome." I said as I walked into my room and slammed the door, locking it. I went to the bathroom and locked Brandon's side. They started pounding on the door, well my mom.
"YOU LET ME IN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" she yelled.
"Fuck no! I don't want you in here yelling at me." I relied through my teeth as I dragged out the last of my stuff into my duffle. I put my laptop in the bag and grabbed the last of my stuff packing it into a small carry bag. I picked it up with my suitcase and opened my window. I dropped my duffle and suitcase onto the ground six feet below. I put my legs onto the edge and dropped down. I jumped up and silently closed the window, still hearing my mom pounding.
I snuck around the back to my car. I threw my bags in the back seat and jumped into the drivers seat, floaring it into reverse into the street. I drove down my street doing at least fifteen miles over the limit. I stopped at the sign and continued down the main road. I didn't care that it was already 5:30, I was leaving for STL. My flight went out Ffiday from their airport. I picked up my phone.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hello, beautiful," Andy said. A smile spread on my face.
"Hey, Andy. Where are you?"
"I'm on my way back from the studio to the apartment. Where are you?"
"Um...well I just left my house."
"Oh cool, whatcha doing?"
"Leaving."
"Well, I got that, I meant where are you going?" he asked.
"St. Louis."
"Oh...why?" I could tell he was confused now.
"Some...things happened at home. I need to get away. I packed all my stuff and I'm on my way. Do you care if I stay with you tonight? Well...till Friday?"
"Sure, doors open. I'll be waiting for you." he replied.
"Alright, see you soon Andy."
I hung up. I set the phone down and returned both hands to the steering wheel. I turned up the radio till I couldn't hear anything else, even the racing thoughts in my head. It was Sweet Blasphemy by BVB.
Through sadness you have taught us to be one with the crowd,
unveil a sacred order, hymns of falling down.
You told the greatest stories of love and bleeding crowns,
but to the sick and hungry you cannot be found.
We are young and we are strong.
Through strength in self we become something more than they can be.
Ill raise my heart and say-
that I won't believe this lie, I know there's something more inside.
Even when Andy isn't right next to me, his words have a way of calming me. I find myself practically screaming the lyrics to the road. I am young and I am strong. Through strength in self I'll be come, something more than they can be. This is my sweet Blasphemy. I don't care what my mother thinks about how I look. I am happy with myself. I'm not going to live a lie purely to amuse and please her. It began to get dark. The drive to St. Louis takes two hours. I glanced at the clock, it was 7:34P.M. The road was pretty normal until I crossed into Missouri. I hit a bunch of traffic by the stadium. Fucking baseball games. I have road rage, I'll admit that. I creeped through the traffic. Finally I got to the exit I needed and pukked off the interstate. Navigating the confusing streets I finally the apartments. I parked in the empty spot meant for any of BVBs cars, but they have the bus so they don't need them. I picked up my bags and walked to the elevator. Shit I don't have my key for it anymore. Looks like I'll take the fucking stairs. Four fucking flights, gahhh. I dragged my suitcase and carried the two smaller bags, up the stairs, to the fourth floor. As I gasped for breath, ii paused by the top of the stairs. I composed myself, combed through my hair with my fingers, and walked down the hall to their apartment. I knocked on the door. I heard footsteps and shouting. The door opened, CC choked me into a hug.
"Hi...CC...need...air..." I gasped as he twirled me around.
"I MISSED YOU!" he yelled as he set me down. I pushed my bangs out of my eyes.
"Umm, where's Andy?" I asked tentatively.
"Aww, I thought you were here for me. He stepped outside a little bit ago for a smoke." He walked back to the couch. Jake and Jinxx got up from the couch and each hugged me.
"It's good to see you again, sweetie," Jinxx said as he embraced me.
"You too Jinxx, I missed you guys." I said.
"Why don't you take a seat while you wait for Andy." Jake said as plopped down on the other couch.
"Thanks." I dropped my stuff and sat down. "Its been one hell of a night."
"Andy told us you and your parents had a big fight. You alright?"
"Yeah, thanks Jake. I'm OK, I just need to get away."
"Where are you going?" CC asked as he pouted on the floor.
"Florida. My brother lives there. I can't stay with my parents anymore."
"Awww I love Florida! It's like Cali!" CC shouted.
"CC WHY DO YOU ALWAYS YELL I CAN HEAR YOU!" I shouted back.
"I LIKE SHOUTING. GET OVER IT!"
"OK LET'S STOP YELLING," Jake said.
"THIS IS FUN. BUZZ KILLINGTON GO AWAY," CC shouted in return.
"WHAT'S UP WITH ALL THE GOD DAMN YELLING?!" someone shouted.
I turned. Andy. I jumped up and ran over to him, jumping into his arms. He embraced me tightly, sighing too.
"Ahh, Reya, I've missed you so much," he said before he crushed his lips into mine. Oh my god Id missed this so much. I heard someone clear their throat, Ashley. I pulled back and dropped to the floor.
"OH, don't let me stop you," Ash said as he lightly hugged me.
"Hi, Ashley," I said as I hugged him back.
"How are you, crazy one?" he asked.
"IM ALRIGHT!" I shouted. Ashley winced at my sudden outburst. I ran across the room to CC and stood over him, since he was sitting cross legged on the floor. "WAS THAT LOUD ENOUGH CC?"
He went to reply but we heard a pounding on the wall. Followed by someone yelling "shut the fuck up". CC and I devilishly smiled at each other. We ran over to the wall together, it was shared with the next door apartment. "OH MY GOD THESE NEIGHBORS ARE SO ANNOYING!" CC yelled into the wall.
"I KNOW. LET'S GET DRUNK AND HAVE A FUCKING HUGE PARTY!" I yelled.
"Uh oh." Andy said quietly as the door opened to the apartment. It was...Juliet?
"What the fuck guys? Im trying to write! Shut up!" She said loudly. She looked pissed. She glanced over, she was standing right next to Andy. Right next to him...she instantly changed when she looked at him. "Sorry for yelling, Andy."
"It's alright." he said nonchalantly.
"Hey, could you still come over and help me with those lyrics?" she asked...sugar and flirting drowning every word.
"Maybe some other time."
"Aww, OK. See you guys later." she said as she walked out the door.
Oh god I was pissed, stay away Princess, he's mine. "Why is she next door?" I asked.
"The label is considering her band Automatic Love Letter," Jake said as he made a gagging motion. P
"Come on, Reya, let's find some space for your stuff," Andy said as he winked at me. I walked over to him as he picked uo my bags. I followed him to his room and he simply tossed my bags in the corner before turning around and picking me up. He crushed his lips into mine, and wrapped his arms around my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I out my hands on the sides of his face. His lips were eager against mine, we had both been without each other for a week. It was such a short time, but it felt like an eternity too. His hands ran along my sides a few times, we were re learning each others bodys. I picked up a lock of his hair, my others hand slid down his neck, and onto his chest. His tongue ran slowly over my bottom lip, my back shocking with what's close to a convulsion. I pulled myself tightly against him, opening my mouth, pleased when we started playing with each others tongues. He sat down on the bed, I stayed on his Lao. My body was racing with adrenaline. Andy hands moved to my shoudlers, pulling the collar of my shirt down and pulling away from my lips. He dropped his head and placed kisses on my collarbone, pulling down in the shirt to expose more skin as he continued. I was trying to hard to keep quiet, but an audible sigh came out and Andy smiled into my neck. He trailed back up and locked his lips with mine. I leaned into him, and he layed down on his back. On curdled my knees under and hovered over him as I kissed his lips. His hands trailed down my back and grabbed the seam of my t shirt. He slowly pulled it up. His hands left goosebumps on the skin of my spine. I grabbed his shirt, it was ripped everywhere. I pulled lightly on the seam in side, and the shirt ripped downward. I smiled into his lips, and he responded my laughing. We parted for a moment, both looking down to see I had actually ripped the side of his shirt apart. We both cracked uo laughing. I dropped my head down on his chest, and he wrapped his arms back around me.
"Ahh, Andy I've missed this so much," I whispered as I rested my head on his chest.
"I have too," he rasped back. I could feel his chest vibrate. "The next few months are going to be difficult."
"Whys that?"
"We go on warped tour. We are second stage this year. We will be gone for almost three months," he said.
"I'll be in Florida."
"I know, and that's one of the last stops this year."
I sighed. "I don't ant to think about that. I'll be here for two days and then we are apart again. I want to enjoy you while I'm with you." I said as I kissed him again.
Things were so much better. I didn't know just how tired I'd been this week, not getting sleep, until I started falling asleep, kissing Andy. He just chuckled and rolled me off him. He pulled my thigh over, resting me against his side as he wrapped an arm around me. I curled into his side and cuddled into his chest. I was out instantly.
These last few days have been...well, hell. Andy's been working so much lately and I know it's only been a week without him, but I seriously feel like I'm being pulled apart. We've only been able to speak a little bit. I've barely been sleeping. My bed feels so empty without him beside me, wrapping his long tattooed arms around my waist, or being able to lay my head on his shirtless chest. I feel like a walking zombie right now. My parents and I haven't spoken much at all. Theres this painful silence. I've been trying to apologize, but they refuse to listen. My mother wont even look at me. My dad gives me these pained glances. Siren got a job with her mom, who is an artist, in painting a mural at a local college, so she's gone for the next two weeks while she paints. I've been sitting alone in my room almost every day. I only leave it when my parents have left for work to get food. I feel so horrible now. I glance at my phone. No new messages. I sigh and pick it up, dialing his number.
"Hello?" a husky low voice says.
"Hey, Brandon?"
"Yeah, what's up, Rey?" he replies.
"I came home..."
"Oh, what happened?"
"The label...denied us. We had to leave, and I needed to come back anyway. Things here are...stressed to say the least."
"Aww, sis, I'm sorry. Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm alright, I'm really missing Andy."
"I bet. So what's up with mom and dad?"
"They won't talk to me, or even look at me." I could feel a tear forming in my eye. I brushed it away.
"I'm sorry. Well, you know things are always open here."
"I know Brandon. I just, wanted to fix things at least, but I guess it's not going to happen, not now anyway."
"I'm always here, Rey. I'll pick you up from the airport or I can meet you between Nashville and Atlanta if you drive."
"My car is totaled. I got in a wreck on the interstate. I'm fine though, no one hurt."
"Ahh, well then. Any word from your insurance?" he asked.
"Yeah, they will have a check for me next week, I think I'll just deposit the money. I have $6000 from my work with the label from shows, and I should be getting a bit more soon from any sales from our EP."
"Damn, I wish Id had that type of money at that age."
"Haha, well I'll let you go. Thanks, Brandon."
"No prob, see ya."
I hit the end button and set down my phone. I looked around my bedroom. This had been my room since I was ten years old. This had been my home for eight years. The walls had been purple since I was young, the only thing that had changed was the posters on the walls. At ten I had pictures of kittens, horses, the Jonas Brothers, and other stuff like that. Now the walls were barely visible behind my Black Veil Brides, All Time Low, Breathe Carolina, Fender guitars, Heart, Pink Floyd, Icon for Hire, Tonight Alive, Flyleaf, Mayday Parade, and Go Radio posters covering as much as possible. I walked uo to my huge Black Veil Brides poster and looked at the guys. My god, a few months ago, if you had told me that I woukd have played on stage with them, or even fallen for the lead singer, I would have told you to shut the fuck up and be real. I pulled up the edge of post and took it off the wall. I folded it and cut the tape off the corners. I started pulling off all my posters and then stacked them and put them in my old cardboard box that my Fender guitar had came in. I pulled out an empty box from under my bed and started packing up all of my stuff off my desk and vanity. I'd decided. I couldn't stay here anymore. There was too much friction. I couldn't handle this anymore. I jammed the rest of the clothes in my closet into the limited space left in my suit cases and duffles since I never unpacked. I did the same with the rest of my make up and other bathroom stuff. I put the boxes in my clothes with my bags and cases. I went to the computer. I could fly out in three days to Florida. The airport was only an hour from Brandon's house in on the outskirts of Sarasota. The ticket was $75. I pulled out the credit card that I got on tour. I went ahead and bought the ticket and texted Brandon. He would meet me at seven on Friday since that was the expected arrival time. I arranged all my bags and boxes (four big cardboard boxes) to be sent through UPS to Brandons. I had been given a rental car by my insurance, a Volkswagon Rabbit. I put my boxes in drove to the UPS store in town. I sent them, guaranteed delivery on Friday afternoon. It cost me $140 to sent the four boxes and pack the one suitcase and duffle into another box. I was going to take the other suitcase and duffle with me on the plane. I drove back home, my parents must have gotten off early today. I checked the time, it was 4:45. Weird. What the hell are they doing home?
I walked in the door. No one in the living room or kitchen. The door to my room was open. Oh shit. What are they doing in my room? Oh fuck, they probably notice everything missing. I was right, they did.
"Where the hell is everything?" my mother yelled.
"I don't know, why would she pack up and leave?" my dad replied.
I hid around the corner of the hall, eavesdropping.
"Every since she met that fucking rockstar star of Black whatever she's gone completely out of control! Did you see her fucking hair? She has red streaks in it and all the piercings on her ears, they look so trashy. She even has a tattoo Bryan! I saw it through that rag shirt she was wearing with all the shreds on it yesterday!! She's out of control and I can't handle it anymore. I'm glad she's gone, I can't handle her."
I stepped around the corner. "Love you too mom!" I said with sarcasm dripping form every word.
She whirled around, looking me dead in the eyes. "What the hell are you doing? Why is everything gone and where the hell do your think your going?"
"Well since you want me out of the house so badly, since I'm such a fucking disgrace to you, I'm leaving. Not like you'll care since you think I'm so horrible and out of control. I'll be out of your hair forever. Your welcome." I said as I walked into my room and slammed the door, locking it. I went to the bathroom and locked Brandon's side. They started pounding on the door, well my mom.
"YOU LET ME IN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" she yelled.
"Fuck no! I don't want you in here yelling at me." I relied through my teeth as I dragged out the last of my stuff into my duffle. I put my laptop in the bag and grabbed the last of my stuff packing it into a small carry bag. I picked it up with my suitcase and opened my window. I dropped my duffle and suitcase onto the ground six feet below. I put my legs onto the edge and dropped down. I jumped up and silently closed the window, still hearing my mom pounding.
I snuck around the back to my car. I threw my bags in the back seat and jumped into the drivers seat, floaring it into reverse into the street. I drove down my street doing at least fifteen miles over the limit. I stopped at the sign and continued down the main road. I didn't care that it was already 5:30, I was leaving for STL. My flight went out Ffiday from their airport. I picked up my phone.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hello, beautiful," Andy said. A smile spread on my face.
"Hey, Andy. Where are you?"
"I'm on my way back from the studio to the apartment. Where are you?"
"Um...well I just left my house."
"Oh cool, whatcha doing?"
"Leaving."
"Well, I got that, I meant where are you going?" he asked.
"St. Louis."
"Oh...why?" I could tell he was confused now.
"Some...things happened at home. I need to get away. I packed all my stuff and I'm on my way. Do you care if I stay with you tonight? Well...till Friday?"
"Sure, doors open. I'll be waiting for you." he replied.
"Alright, see you soon Andy."
I hung up. I set the phone down and returned both hands to the steering wheel. I turned up the radio till I couldn't hear anything else, even the racing thoughts in my head. It was Sweet Blasphemy by BVB.
Through sadness you have taught us to be one with the crowd,
unveil a sacred order, hymns of falling down.
You told the greatest stories of love and bleeding crowns,
but to the sick and hungry you cannot be found.
We are young and we are strong.
Through strength in self we become something more than they can be.
Ill raise my heart and say-
that I won't believe this lie, I know there's something more inside.
Even when Andy isn't right next to me, his words have a way of calming me. I find myself practically screaming the lyrics to the road. I am young and I am strong. Through strength in self I'll be come, something more than they can be. This is my sweet Blasphemy. I don't care what my mother thinks about how I look. I am happy with myself. I'm not going to live a lie purely to amuse and please her. It began to get dark. The drive to St. Louis takes two hours. I glanced at the clock, it was 7:34P.M. The road was pretty normal until I crossed into Missouri. I hit a bunch of traffic by the stadium. Fucking baseball games. I have road rage, I'll admit that. I creeped through the traffic. Finally I got to the exit I needed and pukked off the interstate. Navigating the confusing streets I finally the apartments. I parked in the empty spot meant for any of BVBs cars, but they have the bus so they don't need them. I picked up my bags and walked to the elevator. Shit I don't have my key for it anymore. Looks like I'll take the fucking stairs. Four fucking flights, gahhh. I dragged my suitcase and carried the two smaller bags, up the stairs, to the fourth floor. As I gasped for breath, ii paused by the top of the stairs. I composed myself, combed through my hair with my fingers, and walked down the hall to their apartment. I knocked on the door. I heard footsteps and shouting. The door opened, CC choked me into a hug.
"Hi...CC...need...air..." I gasped as he twirled me around.
"I MISSED YOU!" he yelled as he set me down. I pushed my bangs out of my eyes.
"Umm, where's Andy?" I asked tentatively.
"Aww, I thought you were here for me. He stepped outside a little bit ago for a smoke." He walked back to the couch. Jake and Jinxx got up from the couch and each hugged me.
"It's good to see you again, sweetie," Jinxx said as he embraced me.
"You too Jinxx, I missed you guys." I said.
"Why don't you take a seat while you wait for Andy." Jake said as plopped down on the other couch.
"Thanks." I dropped my stuff and sat down. "Its been one hell of a night."
"Andy told us you and your parents had a big fight. You alright?"
"Yeah, thanks Jake. I'm OK, I just need to get away."
"Where are you going?" CC asked as he pouted on the floor.
"Florida. My brother lives there. I can't stay with my parents anymore."
"Awww I love Florida! It's like Cali!" CC shouted.
"CC WHY DO YOU ALWAYS YELL I CAN HEAR YOU!" I shouted back.
"I LIKE SHOUTING. GET OVER IT!"
"OK LET'S STOP YELLING," Jake said.
"THIS IS FUN. BUZZ KILLINGTON GO AWAY," CC shouted in return.
"WHAT'S UP WITH ALL THE GOD DAMN YELLING?!" someone shouted.
I turned. Andy. I jumped up and ran over to him, jumping into his arms. He embraced me tightly, sighing too.
"Ahh, Reya, I've missed you so much," he said before he crushed his lips into mine. Oh my god Id missed this so much. I heard someone clear their throat, Ashley. I pulled back and dropped to the floor.
"OH, don't let me stop you," Ash said as he lightly hugged me.
"Hi, Ashley," I said as I hugged him back.
"How are you, crazy one?" he asked.
"IM ALRIGHT!" I shouted. Ashley winced at my sudden outburst. I ran across the room to CC and stood over him, since he was sitting cross legged on the floor. "WAS THAT LOUD ENOUGH CC?"
He went to reply but we heard a pounding on the wall. Followed by someone yelling "shut the fuck up". CC and I devilishly smiled at each other. We ran over to the wall together, it was shared with the next door apartment. "OH MY GOD THESE NEIGHBORS ARE SO ANNOYING!" CC yelled into the wall.
"I KNOW. LET'S GET DRUNK AND HAVE A FUCKING HUGE PARTY!" I yelled.
"Uh oh." Andy said quietly as the door opened to the apartment. It was...Juliet?
"What the fuck guys? Im trying to write! Shut up!" She said loudly. She looked pissed. She glanced over, she was standing right next to Andy. Right next to him...she instantly changed when she looked at him. "Sorry for yelling, Andy."
"It's alright." he said nonchalantly.
"Hey, could you still come over and help me with those lyrics?" she asked...sugar and flirting drowning every word.
"Maybe some other time."
"Aww, OK. See you guys later." she said as she walked out the door.
Oh god I was pissed, stay away Princess, he's mine. "Why is she next door?" I asked.
"The label is considering her band Automatic Love Letter," Jake said as he made a gagging motion. P
"Come on, Reya, let's find some space for your stuff," Andy said as he winked at me. I walked over to him as he picked uo my bags. I followed him to his room and he simply tossed my bags in the corner before turning around and picking me up. He crushed his lips into mine, and wrapped his arms around my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I out my hands on the sides of his face. His lips were eager against mine, we had both been without each other for a week. It was such a short time, but it felt like an eternity too. His hands ran along my sides a few times, we were re learning each others bodys. I picked up a lock of his hair, my others hand slid down his neck, and onto his chest. His tongue ran slowly over my bottom lip, my back shocking with what's close to a convulsion. I pulled myself tightly against him, opening my mouth, pleased when we started playing with each others tongues. He sat down on the bed, I stayed on his Lao. My body was racing with adrenaline. Andy hands moved to my shoudlers, pulling the collar of my shirt down and pulling away from my lips. He dropped his head and placed kisses on my collarbone, pulling down in the shirt to expose more skin as he continued. I was trying to hard to keep quiet, but an audible sigh came out and Andy smiled into my neck. He trailed back up and locked his lips with mine. I leaned into him, and he layed down on his back. On curdled my knees under and hovered over him as I kissed his lips. His hands trailed down my back and grabbed the seam of my t shirt. He slowly pulled it up. His hands left goosebumps on the skin of my spine. I grabbed his shirt, it was ripped everywhere. I pulled lightly on the seam in side, and the shirt ripped downward. I smiled into his lips, and he responded my laughing. We parted for a moment, both looking down to see I had actually ripped the side of his shirt apart. We both cracked uo laughing. I dropped my head down on his chest, and he wrapped his arms back around me.
"Ahh, Andy I've missed this so much," I whispered as I rested my head on his chest.
"I have too," he rasped back. I could feel his chest vibrate. "The next few months are going to be difficult."
"Whys that?"
"We go on warped tour. We are second stage this year. We will be gone for almost three months," he said.
"I'll be in Florida."
"I know, and that's one of the last stops this year."
I sighed. "I don't ant to think about that. I'll be here for two days and then we are apart again. I want to enjoy you while I'm with you." I said as I kissed him again.
Things were so much better. I didn't know just how tired I'd been this week, not getting sleep, until I started falling asleep, kissing Andy. He just chuckled and rolled me off him. He pulled my thigh over, resting me against his side as he wrapped an arm around me. I curled into his side and cuddled into his chest. I was out instantly.
Go till you have no more and then make that the end please dont make a sequel
8/27/15