Pleasure (An Andy Biersack love story) ON HIATUS

Ch 3: The Date

(Pic is of.. oh come on, you can guess)

The next day, I admit I had my hopes up too high. In the back of my head, I wanted to see Andy again. I wanted to have a conversation and touch his face. I wanted to see if we had actually met again yesterday. I could've been hallucinating. It all happened so fast, and he looked too perfect, and his touch was too feather light-- He couldn't have been here.

I watched as Missy scurried around the room, whirling and twirling in and out of the restroom to change. Occasionally she'll stop in front of the mirror and smooth out the new dress she was wearing, and turn towards me with her arms raised to ask, "What about this one?" Or "How do I look?" And as usual, she looked great. Even with that being said, she'd shake her head and flick the dress away to try on a new one.

"I just wanna look good, okay?" She explained through the door of the bathroom, her words slightly muffled. "I know," I said back. "Do you need to borrow anything?" She asked, stepping out wearing a simple flouncy white dress with a jean jacket thrown on top. She smiled at herself in the mirror. "I'm fine," I reply, slumping over to the drawer and grabbing the first things I saw. She frowned suddenly and turned away from her reflection. "Oh come on Ken, live a little! Dressing up is fun. And the guy's really great; if you go looking like a ten instead of an eight, he'll be even greater... if you know what I mean," She waggled her eyebrows jokingly and nudged my shoulder with her elbow. I rolled my eyes and peeled off my clothes, wiggling into some jeans and a light green long sleeved baby-doll. I left my hair as it is, giving it a little shake for it to fall in the right place. "How about no?" I gather up the clothes I changed out of and busied myself with folding them up. She let out an exasperated sigh. "Must you be so stubborn?" She waved it off and stepped into a pair of flats while accessorizing her now wavy hair. "If he's such a nice guy, I trust he wouldn't mind if I go wearing this," I nodded, grabbing my jacket and bag, slipping on some converse. She glanced at me again. "You dress like a mother," She commented before heading out the door, forcing me to follow without a comeback.

***

Missy hadn't told me anything about my blind date. All she did is claim him as 'great' or 'slightly different'. She was just expecting me to take her word for it. Now that I come to think of it, I didn't know much about her date either; She was just dragging me along in case it got awkward. All I know is that his name is Grant, he's a couple of years older, he goes to our school, and his nameless buddy who's in town is my date.

I admit, even if I didn't want to be here in the first place, I was a little nervous. The last time I had a date was around four years ago, and the relationship that sprung out of it only lasted around two weeks. And my, I was glad it was over. The guy was too clingy. He said I love you on the third day, and he bought me expensive presents for no reason. On top of that he'd call like there was no tomorrow, and he'd get upset if I didn't at least acknowledge them in a conversation. By the second week, he proposed, and I had enough. Man, did I have bad luck or what?

Or what. As the hostess led us to our table, the first thing I did was check out our dates. And you wouldn't believe my luck. As we slipped into our seats, I felt my eyes widen and my cheeks flush as I caught him looking at me, hiding a smirk from his lips although it showed in those pure blue orbs. I looked away quickly and Missy flashed the two a polite smile. "Kenny, this is Andy. Andy this is Kenny," She introduced us. I was tempted to say we've met before. I was tempted to say we've re-met before. Instead he held out a hand for me to shake and offered me a warm smile. "Nice to meet you Kenny," He said. I gingerly shook his hand, trying my best to stay seated when my fingertips made contact to his own cold ones. "Pleasure's all mine," I say back quietly.

He withdrew his hand and cleared his throat, and we both glanced at Missy and Grant. I was scared he might find her prettier than me. Grant had a charming face with twinkly green eyes and sloppy light brown hair that was combed up with a feather like look to it. "So are we ordering?" I ask, breaking the silence.

* * *

The truth was, I wasn't really in the mood to eat. Neither was Andy it seemed. The other two were busy chatting it up to pay our silence any attention. I pushed the salad around my plate, stalling the first bite, and Andy did the same, watching me closely. I glance up and he looks back, smiling briefly before turning away. I sighed and put my fork down. He did the same. What was he doing? Cautiously I push the hair out of my face, watching him through my lashes to see if he'd follow. He did just that. Was he finding this funny?

I look up suddenly and raise an eyebrow whilst he returned the expression. "Quit it," I practically whimper, shriveling up under his gaze. He flashed a brilliant smile and cocked his head to the side. "Quit what?" He asked innocently. Something more than just copying me. "You're copying me," I pointed out, trying to jut confidence into my voice. He sat up straight and gave me a mild look. "And you're boring me," He said back, only more victorious in being stiff. I sank back down and frowned. "Sorry... It's just.. you're you," I tried forming a proper sentence, my vision cast back down on the table.

He nodded slowly. "Mmm last time I checked, yes. Yes I am me," He replied smoothly. "Is there a problem with that?" I jump slightly on the inside, afraid that I offended him. "No! No, no, no, no, not at all," I say quickly. "I mean, it's awkward. We just bumped into each other out of no where after five years, and you've always been a stranger, and now suddenly you're my date, I had nothing to say to you then, I don't know what I have to say to you now," I start rambling. He silenced me with an open smirk, his perfect teeth flashing from the lifted corner of his lips. My cheeks flushed involuntarily. "Nothing?" He asked. "That's a shame," he said, shaking his head to himself. What do you mean it's a shame?

"Is there anything you want me to say to you?" I ask, smiling weakly. I was too numb to realize who I was talking to. My insides were rattling and screaming, whereas my outsides were blurting things out and staring at his blurred out face as if he were part of a dream. But he wasn't. He was actually talking to me.

His reaction to my response was a mixture of surprise and amusement, his head jerking back slightly. He opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again, shaking his head again with a boyish smile plastered onto his face. "Nope," He retorted. Did I just shut him up? I stared at him silently, watching him finally make a dive for his salad, washing it down with a sip of wine. "I can still see you," He murmured without looking up. I flushed again and quickly looked away, distracting myself with stuffing lettuce into my mouth.

* * *

We were silent for the rest of the night, only exchanging nods or smiles or 'yes' and 'no's whenever Grant or Missy acknowledged us. When dinner was over and the tables were cleared and the check was payed, we arose out of our seats and started to exchange goodbyes. "Tonight was lovely, thank you," Missy nods to Grant politely, a particularly uncommon glimmer in her eyes. "Oh no ma'am, thank you," He took her hand swiftly and kissed her knuckles, causing a giggle to escape from in between Missy's lips. I cringed on the inside while Andy rolled his eyes. It was almost embarrassing watching them, but I'm glad they had a great time. I turned towards Andy and he turned towards me. I was unaware of how close we were standing together. I step away and blush. "Oh um.. bye," I stammer out. He paused, his attention flicking towards my lips briefly before returning to my eyes with a mischievous look. He passed if off with a polite smile. "Bye," he said back, stepping away further.

My insides jumped up and down and my eyes widened slightly. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. Right now. "Wait," I blurt out before I could stop myself, stepping in front of him again. "We never finished our conversation," I tried making up an excuse to talk to him again. "We never started one anyways," I smirked. He bit back a grin. "So..." I handed him a slip of paper with my number on it. I let out a deep breath and nodded. "Call me. And have a nice night." He took the paper and nodded back, slipping it into his back pocket. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, and I didn't know what I was thinking either.

I just gave my number to Andy Biersack. I turn on my heels and laced my arm through Missy's. She was grinning wildly, obviously impressed. "Way to go!" She whispered. I rolled my eyes. "Only if he actually calls," I murmur under my breath so she couldn't hear me. And with that, we waltzed out the door.