Chapter 11 - When Morning Comes
I woke up that morning, if you count 12:30 as morning still lightly gripping Andy's soft hand, his pale white fingers twined with my tan ones, the red nail polish he wore on one finger standing out against the rest of them. I always wondered why he did that, maybe it symbolized something. I'm not sure.
The sun lit up the walls of my room, making it seem bigger then it actually was. It also shone down gently onto Andy's sleeping figure, causing him to glow like an angel.
He was an angel.
I remembered what we did last night, my belly churned and I blushed inside. Andy's moans still echoed in my head like a song on loop, a good song, not a bad song. Then pushing him away after he had come. Next time. I thought. Yeah, next time.
When was next time? I never wanted to force him to do anything, even if he was my "bitch for the night" last night. Andy was so sweet, and sex does some pretty weird changes to people. I would know, since I haven't been one for a while. I didn't want Andy to change into some worthless ass like I used to be until I met him. Andy is my everything now, and I don't think I'll ever be the same.
I stroked a few loose strands of hair out of Andy's glowing face, kissing him on the cheek and stroking his thumb lovingly. He seemed so peaceful when he slept, he never cried or cut when he was asleep, he never did bad things, he always had a happy expression. Off in his own world, his mind, it was beautiful.
I lay there watching my angel sleep, wondering what it would be like to be with him. We'd grown to know eachother inside and out, what TV shows we liked, what our personalities are, taste in music, what we wanted ot be when we grew up. Both of us wanted to be rockstars, Andy said that when he starts a band I'll be in it for sure.
But we also talked about the chances of getting big in music and how little they were, not many bands get to fame unless they make pretty damn good music, and thats going ot be hard. After all, we don't exactly know that many musicians aside from eachother and Sandra. She'd make a good drummer...
I realized I'd been staring blankly at Andy, his eyes were now open and staring at me, beautifully blue as always. I blinked and smiled at him "Good morning-noon."
He giggled and turned onto his side, proping his head up on his hand, making my insides squirm. I returned the grin and kissed him on the cheek, making a line of red crawl across his cheekbones.
"Thanks for last night." he said, itching his head with his free hand. I smirked on instinct and pecked his lips "You're welcome, baby."
As soon as i said baby I wished I hadn't, guilt playing in my stomach. Ash you idiot! He'll think you're creepy...something. Andy raised his eyebrows at me, I hid my face in the pillow.
"What" Andy said, tickling my shoulder. I squirmed and wiggled away, hiding under the blanket.
"You're ticklish!" he laughed, pulling the blanket down and attacking me again with his fingers. I laughed loudly and tried to push him away, but that didn't work. In the end he wound up sitting on top of me.
"Talk about deja vu." He said, holding down my arms. I felt myself harden under my pajama shorts, luckily Andy was on my stomach.
"Only its brighter." I added, ringing my fingers with his. He leaned down and kissed me, pushing my arms above my hands just like last night.
Last night, we could finish what I had stopped last night right now. Andy's tongue poked a my teeth but i had to break away.
"My aunt is awake." I whispered sadly. "Not right now."
Andy pulled away sadly, letting go of my hands. I held his hips to keep him from climbing off though. "Soon though."
"Don't be bummed, please?"
I let him roll off of me. He smiled again, earning another peck on the lips.
"Lets get dressed."