"I just realized something." You said as Andy lead you to the giant house infront of you. "I thought you guys were on tour. What are you all doing in AZ?"
"We did a show in Nevada yesterday & were told afterwards we were going to have a couple days off. So I asked the guys if we could come back here, so I could see a friend." He grabbed your hand & squeezed it. You blushed, he was being so sweet, you couldn't help it. You couldn't believe this was the same guy you ran into in the alley the other night. He was so.. Cute. He was like Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. "We were going to be passing through here anyway to get to our next gig anyway, so they said 'Hell yeah'." He laughed & smiled at you, you returned it with a sweet one of your own.
You reached the door & he knocked.
"Who's house is this?" You said, staring in awe.
"No idea, some friend's of Ashley's." Speak of the devil, the door swung open, & there stood Mr. Purdy himself.
"Heyyy! Where ya been, dude? The party started hours ago."
"I was.. Busy with something." Andy turned to look at you. Ashley followed his gaze & finally noticed you. A smile spread across his face, until he looked down & saw your hands linked together. Then he just looked up at Andy & glared.
"You ok, dude?" You asked.
"Yeah, sorry, just a little drunk." He said shaking his head & putting on a fake smile. "Come in." He side stepped & held the door open for you both. You strolled in & he shut the door behind you. Then gave you a quick hug & began leading you through the giant house. You didn't get far though.
"Nice place." You marveled as you looked around. Andy nodded in agreement. It looked like the kind of place you imagined Paris Hilton would live in. Yet it was full of Rockstars & kids clad in black, leather, & spikes.
*How odd..*
"Thanks. Yeah, it is pretty nice. I wish it was alot bigger though." An annoying male voice answered, behind you. You all turned around to face the owner of the voice. Before you was a blonde, muscular looking guy. Wearing a fancy looking pair of grey slacks & a blue dress shirt.
"Guys, this is James. The owner of the house."
"How do you do?" He held out his hand you & Andy.
"Fine, thanks. Yourself?" He shook Andy's then grabbed your's & kissed it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Andy tense, his eyes flashing yellow for a second. You squeezed his hand, with the one he was still clinging to, trying to calm him.
You pulled your (now slobber covered) hand away from James as soon as he let go, & wipped it on the back of your skirt. You heard Andy chuckle, he must have seen. You just smirked at him.
"I'm just dandy, thank you." He turned to say something to Ashley & you leaned over to whisper in Andy's ear.
"Ick, what a Douche.." You wipped the back of your hand on your skirt again, just to make sure it was all off. He bit back a laugh.
"We'll pour some alcohol on it in a minute, that should kill most of the herpes I'm sure he just left on your poor little hand." He grabbed your hand & rubbed the back of it on his jeans. "I hope there's enough here to save it.. I hope I don't have to cut it off." He said, dramatically, making a face. You couldn't hold back your laughter. You clamped a hand over your mouth & turned your back so James couldn't see you laugh. Andy had to do the same.
"Eww.." You laughed, screwing up your face.
Once you recovered, you turned back to the other two. They were just staring at you.
"Sorry. Andy, uh, made me laugh.."
"Riiight.." He gave you both that, 'I'm above you, watch it' look. You nearly reached over & slapped it off. & From how tense he looked, you guessed Andy wanted to too. You controlled yourselves though. "Well, I hope you enjoy yourselves." He grabbed your hand again. "If you need anything. Just ask." He kissed it again, making you grimace, then walked off.
"Yuck.." You wipped your hand off, yet again. "You're friends with that guy?" You asked Ashley, stunned.
"Yeah.. It's a long story." He reached up & scratched the back of his neck.
"I kind of figured." You paused. "Why does a guy like that hang out with people like us? It doesn't make any sense. It's like the asshole Jock hanging out at the Goth kid's table.. Does he have a Goth fetish, or something?"
"Yeah, I don't know, he's an odd dude. He throws killer parties though."
"Mhmm, well, we'll see about that.." You weren't really convinced.
"Come on." Andy said, tugging your arm. "That's go pour some booze on that." You giggled. "Ash?"
"Hmm?"
"To the bar?"
"TO THE BAR!" He punched the air, excitedly, & took off. Dragging you & Andy behind him, laughing the whole way.