A Rebel Love Story: The Prophet And The Fighter

Chapter Five

I tried to move but I found that I couldn't.
Of course. Couldn't this happen around Ash where I wouldn't feel awkward? Not when everything was going so smoothly.
"Come on, quit messing with me." Andy sounded nervous.
"Andy I'm seriously stuck," I answered back to him.
I tried going forward, but it seemed something caught on my shirt. Seriously?!
"It's my shirt. It's caught on something."
I give an exasperated laugh. Figures.
"Can you get it unstuck?" Andy asks.
"Don't you think I'd be out of this hellish situation by now if I could?" I answered with more sass than he could ever muster himself.
"Well I could pull you out," he suggested.
"Do you really think you can, Batman?" I smirked.
"Your challenge is accepted." He had his "in charge" voice activated and he reached under the bed to reach for me. I held out my hand and he pulled.
"Ouch!" I screamed.
"I'm so sorry," Andy let go and laid on his side to look at me.
"Okay how the hell could you get this caught on anything?" Andy asked me inquisitively.
"Because the world hates me?" I suggested.
"Shut up."
Andy didn't sound like he was kidding.
"Why? Everyone thinks it."
"I don't hate you..."
He sighed and changed the subject.
"Can you get out of your shirt?"
Now that was an idea.
Why didn't I think of that?
"Hold on. Lemme see if I can bend my way out of this mess," I replied.
I bent my arm into the most uncomfortable position possible and got one arm out of my already-torn tank top and the other arm was easy to get out of.
"Almost-got-it..."
I struggled to get my legs out of the confined space and swung them at Andy.
"Ughhhh."
I groaned as my head finally was released from my shirt prison as Andy pulled at my legs.
Suddenly I was sitting on his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. We were eye to eye. His ocean blue eyes caught me in a trance, but then I noticed that he was looking at me the way I was looking at him.
I felt his warm hands on my lower back, they were the only thing that was keeping me upright.
"Ahem."
Crap.
I scrambled off him and sat next to him.
"I'm sorry, was I interrupting something?"
It was Ash, of course he had to show up at the most inopportune time.
Andy stood up and brushed his black ripped jeans then held out a hand to me to help me get up. I took  it and of course being the klutz that I am, as soon as I was on my feet I slipped and Andy ended up having to catch me.
Once I had gained my balance, I looked Ash straight in the eye and said,
"Yes actually, you were. Considering we were trying to get me free of whatever was caught on my shirt while you were doing Devil knows what."
I lifted my eyebrow in a challenging way and Ash got the hint. This subject was not to be mentioned.
Then I suddenly had the realization that I had no shirt on and my bra was the only thing keeping me at least half decent. I think Andy realized this as well because he looked over at me and asked,
"Sky do you need a new shirt?"
My face went blood red and I nodded.
"I don't have my suitcase..." I replied.
"You can borrow something of mine," he responded and grabbed my hand to lead me to his bunk, leaving Ash shaking his head in amusement.

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We got to Andy's bunk and under his bed he had a huge suitcase. He sat down on his bed, grabbed it and opened it. He gestured for me to sit next to him, so I did. I was utterly surprised when I saw how neat the contents were. Every shirt was folded neatly, no matter if it was ripped, comfy or just plain old "normal" shirt that any guy of twenty four year old would have in his closet.
He got out a white shirt that looked pretty small compared to him. Then it clicked.
"Is that the shirt you wore in the Knives And Pens music video?" I asked, trying to keep my cool.
He laughs in amusement.
"How many times have you watched that video?" He asks.
"About as many times as I've breathed," I reply, wiggling my eyebrows.
He laughs again, only this time it was pure laughter, not that laugh he gives you if he's amused by the way fans act around him. This was the laugh that the guys heard on a daily basis. The laugh that I fell in love with the first time I heard it. It never slips out when he is at a meet and greet, but when he is just being himself when he's with the guys on an interview that doesn't need to be taken seriously. This is the laugh I never thought I'd have the privilege to hear.
I look away, hoping my face didn't look as stupid as I thought it looked.
But Andy didn't like that.
He grabbed my chin with his finger and made me look at him.
"What's wrong?" He asks, he's searching my face to see what he did wrong.
"Nothing.." I reply, refusing to look him in the eye.
"Why won't you look at me?" He asks. Did I sense a note of hurt in his voice? That made me look up. Once I did, he replied to my earlier question, still holding my chin.
"Yes, this is that shirt. It's held some special value in my heart. I don't know why, but it just reminds me of when I first started the band, so I always have it in my suitcase."
He pauses for a second. He's looking straight in my eyes and I'm still looking at his eyes. He seems very relaxed, which I don't know why, but it kind of made me uneasy.
"But I figured that this might be small enough for you to wear." He continued.
He let go of my chin and looked away from me to look at the shirt. Then he handed it to me.
"Thanks." I smiled.
Then I did something that I don't do to everyone. I hugged him. Sure it might not sound huge, but I never actually get close enough to anyone to have the urge to hug them.
Then I found that I didn't exactly want to let go. But luckily, I found out that neither did Andy.
We sat like that for a minute, enjoying the embrace. Then I let go and said,
"I should probably let you go get ready for your concert."
He looked kind of disappointed but then he perked up.
"Do you want to get ready with us? I could show you how I used to do my makeup."
"Hells yeah!" I replied and stood up.
I put the shirt on that Andy gave me and nodded at him to lead the way back to the bathroom.