Love and Leather

Beautiful Blue Eyes

I sway my hips to the music, holding on to my cold cup. The bass thumping through my chest. I accidentally bump into someone behind me. "Ooops, I am so sorry." I say in a drunken state. The person turns around, and I stand frozen. Looking back at me, is the most breathtaking blue eyes. "It's okay. Andy." He says holding out his hand, introducing himself. "Ayla." I say shaking his hand. "What's a pretty girl like you doing at a place like this?" he asks in my ear, over the loud music. "I'm with my friend Violet." I reply, still swaying my hips. "Do you wanna dance, Ayla?" he asks with a smirk. I shake my head yes. He puts his hands on my waist and we dance seductively to the beat.

After about 5 minutes of dancing, Andy leans in and starts kissing me.  I kiss back, and he starts feeling me all over. Andy then takes me by the hand and leads me to an empty room, he shuts the door behind him. He pins me up against the wall, and starts leaving kisses all over my body. One thing leads to another, and our clothes are on the floor. 

Once it is all said and done, I grab my clothes and get dressed. I head back out to the party with Andy, and run into Violet. "Aylaaa!! I have been looking for you!" she says sloppily. "Who's your friend?" she asks, wigging her eyebrows. "Andrew Biersack. But call me Andy." he says holding out his hand. Violet giggles, and shakes his hand. He snakes an arm around my waist. I feel butterflies in my stomach. "Ayla I like himmm. Congrats you two." Violet slurs. "Oh we're not-" I start, then Andy cuts me off. "Thank you." he says with a smile. 

Andy and I sit on a couch and talk for awhile. I find out he's a lead singer in a band called Black Veil Brides. He is 31 years old, and from Ohio. I tell him I'm 21, born and raised here in California. We take quite a few shots together, and start making out. We pull away before it gets too heavy. Then I hear somebody clear their throat. "Shit." I hear Andy say. Standing in front of us is a girl with long brown hair, with her arms crossed. "Juliet, now calm down." he says calmly. I look at her apologetically. "Andy, I am so done." she says storming off. He sits with his head in his hands. "Um, I'm gonna go." I say starting to get up. "Ayla, please sit." he begs. "Who is she Andy?" I ask. "My ex wife, we haven't been together for a few years." he starts. I raise an eyebrow at him. "She still tries to sabotage my life." he says rubbing his temples. I put a supportive hand on his shoulder. He smiles at me.  

The party starts to die down, and I start to sober up after a few. Violet and I call for an Uber back to our place. I help get Violet into the car, and the Uber drives off. She lays her head on my shoulder and falls asleep. I spend the whole ride to our apartment, thinking about Andy. And those eyes, those damn beautiful blue eyes.