Another boring day was wasted walking around my house in my boring, everyday, batman underoos. I've always wished for better underwear, but the best choice for guys is underoos. "Stupid girls," I usually find myself thinking. They have the best choice in clothing, and what do I have? Batman. I have batman underoos that don't even give me super powers.
"Andy, are you home?" I hear a voice call. I scramble to find my pants, and after tripping over the coffee table three times, I finally open the door for my girlfriend, Juliet.
"Hey. What's up?" I ask as nonchalantly as possible. Juliet stares at me with a weird grin for what seems like forever.
"Go inside, Andy. Go." She pushes me into my house and onto the floor. She then throws a bag on my lap marked "Victoria's Secret." I shake my head furiously at her.
"Not again, Juliet. You remember what happened the last time." I'm drowned by flashbacks of firemen cutting of leopard print panties in our room the last time we tried to find Batman's super powers (before we realized batman doesn't really have super powers) with Juliet laughing in the corner.
"No, Andy. These are different." She insisted. I opened the bag to find...... (TO BE CONTINUED)
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Special Panties (An Andy Biersack Story)
FanfictionAndy is sick and tired of normal underwear. Why don't they give him powers like Superheroes' tights? Andy has never understood and constantly ponders this question with his girlfriend, Juliet. Will he ever find the right underwear for him?
