stranded (andy biersack imagine)

a storm is brewing

you were definitely expecting a car but were not about to turn down one of the most y/n experiences of your life. you observe it with wide eyes.

he steps over the bike with his black boots and spurs clanking and sits down, starting it up. it revs loudly in the best way.

mane that's sexy i'm not even gon lie...

he looks to you and notices your eyes of wonder LOL and gives you a smile. he pats the space left on the seat behind him.

you shake your head out of your trance and quickly swing your leg over, sitting pressed up against him. (HAHA)

"hold onto me." he orders and points to his slim half exposed (bc of his tank top) waist. he lifts his arms out of the way for you to wrap yours around him easily.

IF YOU SAY SO😫🧎‍♀️

you hold onto him tightly, honestly getting a little scared because he pulled out into the road fast asf.

you laid your head on his back, arms still around him, and told him directions. you closed your eyes multiple times because of how fast he drove. luckily it was a ghost town at 2am and almost nobody was on the road.

you could feel his rib cage against your arms and him breathing calmly. holding onto him warmed you up a little in the ACTUAL ARTIC WINDS that were coming from all angles. his long black hair brushed against the side of your head in the wind and you smiled to yourself. hehehehe.

as you got closer to your house you began noticing really dark clouds forming in the sky. NOT LIKE REGULAR DARK CLOUDS BUT LIKE REAL REAL DARK CLOUDS. and they were moving FAST.

what in da hell😨

you gulped and just ignored it as you arrive and andy parks the bike in front of your house.

the sky was LITERALLY black with heavy rain clouds and the street was pitch black.

right as you both hopped off andy's bike, IT STARTED DOWN POURING.

LAWD HAVE MERCY.

you swung your hello kitty bag over your shoulder and you both BOOK IT to get under your front porch. you both end up absolutely drenched.

"damn." he remarked as the rain continued growing louder and heavier. he wrung out his tank top and shook his long hair like a dog would, his various accessories jingling together in that nice way.

you look at the storm, then at andy, then back at the storm.

hmmm should i ask him if he wants to stay. is it weird??

you decide to go for it.

"you wanna stay the night? it's def not safe for you to drive all the way to your hotel in this... you'll freeze." you cringe at yourself for that one but you were actually genuinely worried. and it's the least you could do after he helped you get home safely and let you wear his jacket.

"hmmm" he raises his eyebrows and glances at the rain pouring down heavily. "i can maybe try riding to the nearest gas station and crashing there."

BITCH TF HELL NAW!

"UM NO it's seriously no problem. i owe you for the ride. we just gotta SNEAK TF IN because if my parents catch me getting home this late AND with a guy consider me GONE🧎‍♀️😭"

he hesitantly laughs at your vernacular but looks low-key relieved that you persisted with your offer, "i'll be outta here before you know it."

"perfect!" you smile.