The Model

"We will do what?", I asked and couldn't believe what he said. Now I finally lost my mind.

"You heard me. We will travel through one of those pornstar stickers to the painting in your room." His blue eyes suddenly were full of light and he even smiled with teeth. It looked beautiful together with his fringy hair and boyish features.

"However we are going to manage that..." I suspiciously looked at one of the said stickers. There was a blonde woman printed on it with a bra too small for her and lips to big for her face. It was then that I realized Andy had put his hand in mine and the woman seemed to grow bigger.

"Don't let go!", he shouted over the sound of blowing wind. I looked around, completely mesmerized by all the colors and structures that surrounded us. It reminded me of flea powder in the Harry Potter books. I loved those books.

A feeling of freedom washed through my body and a big smile crept on my face. It was a great feeling to fly. And everything was colorful. It felt like people describe an ecstasy trip but this was not because of drugs.

I felt oddly comfortable here, wherever we were. This was my world. It really smelled of paint and sometimes ink or pencil.

"Hold on tight. This going to be rough!", Andy yelled and looked at me. He reached for my other hand pulling me close with an almost inhuman strength.

Being so close to him startled me and again those electrical shock waves flashed through my body. My heart felt warm and I let it happen when he gently pushed my head against his chest.

But the warm feeling quickly disappeared when I suddenly landed on something. Or someone.

Andy moaned of pain and I let out a surprissd "huh".

Quickly I let go of him and took in my surroundings. It was Ela's and my room. We landed on the floor and obviously I landed on Andy, who now tried to breathe after I crashed into his broken ribs. Great, Tara...

"Oh my god, are you alright?"

"Most likely yes." His voice was quiet and he breathed a few times before sitting up.

"Would you help me up?", he asked, smiling slightly. I was bright red and held out my hands.

"Sure. Im so sorry..."

He just smiled and shook his head. "It's alright. I can't really die so you're good."

"You're immortal?" I looked at him with big eyes while carefully pulling him up. He scrunched up his nose and breathed a few times as he was towering over me. Then he sat down on my bed and lifted his shoulders.

"Not exactly. He can hurt me and he can kill me. But no one else." His voice was quiet and a lump built in my throat again.

"I would love to tell you more but it's hard for me to do that when I know that he can easily retrace my steps. Me talking about my past at... With him... That is like a trail of your own blood that he can smell. It's complicated."

"But... Can't you write those things down?" He shook his head.

"It's the same as talking. He senses it."

Andy closed his eyes and I was caught up in my thoughts. How was he going to tell me what to do? I didn't know anything about supernatural stuff. The only thing I read was Harry Potter and I was sure that Voldemort didn't kidnap Andy.

"Hey!" I had an idea. "Remember what you said in the library? About playing 20 questions?" He smiled at me.

"That could work. He can't sense the information when someone uninvolved talks about it."

"Alright. So... Where do I begin...?", I mumbled to myself. I thought about the article we read.
"You're from Ohio?"

He nodded and smiled. "Bengals fan for life." I did not know who the Bengals were but it sounded like some sort of sports team.

"Did you finish high school?" He shook his head and I rolled my eyes at myself. The kidnapping happened when both were in senior year in spring. Of course they didn't finish school.

"Did it happen at night?" He nodded and swallowed slightly. I felt bad for triggering memories but I had to if I wanted to know more.

-

It already was afternoon when we called it a day. School was over and I saw the busses pulling up in front of the building.

"I think I should leave. Thank you for helpng", he smiled and pulled me in for a hug. Again I felt shocked. The same warm feeling rushed through my body that did before and i liked the way he pressed me against his chest. His hair tickled my cheek and his skin was soft and warm. He felt so real. I even heard the beating of his heart.

"See you later, Tara. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?" I nodded and smiled. "See you then."
And with that he was gone.

But not a second after he left, my door opened and Ela stepped in, groaning in annoyance.

"Oh my god, you are lucky that you weren't in school today... I have a shitload of homework and those stupid little kids were so noisy! Why are they even allowed to be on the bus?"

I slightly chuckled. This was the Ela I loved. She was constantly complaining but still a ray of sunshine when happy. I met her when I came to the orphanage. Her mother died when she was two. Because of the stress of losing a loved one and having to care alone for Ela, her father fell into a deep depression. At five years old, Ela had to take care of herself and of him. Her neighbors didn't want to look at it anymore, she was put here and her father now lived at a mental hospital. They diagnosed him with a type of negative schizophrenia, which means that he barely even reacted to his visitors. But however Ela visited him every second day to tell him about her life and I looked up to her because of that.

"Anyways... How was your day? You look like you had an awesome one."

I actually did have a good day but it would be impossible to explain to her.

"It was decent. I slept a lot and finished homework... You know..." She smiled and put down her bag.

"It sounds like you did something totally different but I'll let you pass this time."

-

Dinner at the orphanage was nice. They always had a couple of food choices and a nice cafeteria. Ela and I sat down with a couple of friends, Mark being one of them.

Mark was the newest one in here. He lost his parents in a plane crash when they were on a business trip. His grandmother couldn't take care of him because of her Alzheimers and the rest of his family turned him down because he was gay. I felt sorry for him but he still managed to smile every day. He always said that it didn't matter to him who didn't like him, as long as he had people who loved him.

Now Ela and Mark told me about school and what I missed. There were all kinds of crazy stories going around and a lot of gossip. Like always.

It was weird to me to hear about a normal day at school when my life had become so confusing and strange. But I still was thankful for Andy.

Notes

Happy birthday, BVB! Wooooo :D
I remember seeing a picture of Andy in early 2011. I was scared of him and really couldn't believe how someone could be attracted to him. So yeah. My 13-year old self would slap me across the face since here I am today, having a huge crush on him, lol. But seriously, I learned to love them a couple years later after getting used to the rock-genre. First I got into Green Day and then Tokio Hotel. A German band, for those of you, who don't know. And then BVB. I think the first thing I started to love about their songs, was the guitar. I always loved guitar solos so that was a big plus. And I liked Andys voice because it was something different. Anyways, let me know how you got into the band! :)

Also, I hope you liked the chapter!