A Rebel Love Story: The Prophet And The Fighter

Chapter Eight

"How old are you?"
I let that question float in the air like a cloud without a care for a while. Then I turned on my side to look at him. I pointed to my throat and pouted.
"Right. Forgot about that," he laughed and scratched his head.
He turns on his side to face me, so we are both looking at each other, face to face.
His eyes looked like someone took two water droplets from the water we were lying by and put them in his skull then used dye to make them slightly brighter.
In simple terms, they were beautiful.
Then I noticed I was staring and completely ignoring his previous question. I looked down and nervously smiled. Then I put up one hand and signed twenty.
At that moment I wished I could talk to explain my age. Then I thought of an idea and felt around in my back pocket for my phone and typed out what I wanted to tell him.
"You're probably wondering how I could be twenty and still be in a foster home."
I handed my phone to him and after he read it he nodded and handed it back to me. I typed,
"Well since I've been in so many foster homes, I have to deal with one for two whole years before I can be out of the system. I know that's a super stupid rule, but no one likes me, so that's how they made it for me. Of course Cye is out on his own, but he can't adopt me because we grew up together."
Andy nods again after reading what I wrote and hands me back my phone to continue.
"My adoptive "dad" is pretty horrible... He does... Things... He's not a very good person, but my "mom" is pretty okay. But I try and not get close to anyone because I'd just end up getting hurt. No one else would get hurt, just me. You and Cye are the only two I've really ever opened up to."
I hand the phone back to Andy and his eyes widen.
When he's reading what I wrote, his face is set rigid. I guess that's the face he makes when he has to sit still and read all of that. I'd forgotten that he hates sitting still. This must be purgatory for him.
He hands me back my phone and nods again.
"I get it. You don't have to tell me any more. I'm sorry you've had to go through that hell."
I raise my eyebrow to gesture,
"Why?"
"Well it must suck to not know who your parents are. Your real ones I mean," he replies and I shrug and look up at the stars.
I so don't want to be talking about this right now. I don't want to ruin the peace I have with Andy. I'm finally alone with him and my parents are even screwing up that.
I sigh, refusing to look at Andy again. I can't do this. I can't get close to this guy, he's just another guy, just another person, another being that will make my life more of a hell than it already is. But then he does something I didn't expect. He went to hold my hand. I didn't exactly know how to respond to that, so I pulled away, instantly regretting it.
"I just thought..." Andy trailed off.
So instead I did the unexpected.
I kissed him.
It hurt like hell, but I kissed him and I prayed that he felt the same way I did. I mean, I've followed his band since it was small, so every fan does get a little attached. But hanging out with him today, the way he is around me. I don't know, I just, I got feelings. Even if I had previously just told myself not to get close to anyone... Who listens to me anyway?
To my surprise he deepened the kiss and I felt like I was floating on air. Then Andy pulled back, his eyes glassy and full of excitement. I try to speak and discover that my voice works.
"Well I guess you are a good kisser, Biersack," I rasped and smiled.
Then he smiles back and responds,
"I guess your voice is back."
"Yup. It was probably that miracle kiss we just shared," I respond sassily, raising my eyebrow.
"Shall we see if we can make that throat any better?" Andy asks with his eyes full of hunger.
I gently kiss him on his nose then tease his lips with my own, making him shiver.
"I don't know, shall we?" I respond with challenging eyes. I let my hands wander his hair and play with it. Then I roll onto him so that he is underneath me and I'm sitting on him.
I feel a lot better than I did before.
Andy couldn't take the teasing any longer and pulls me down to kiss me.
His hands wander over the shirt he gave me and I notice he has no shirt on. How convenient.
The kiss gets deeper and hungrier and then I am under him.
The feeling of being wanted was amazing. We'd bonded easily and now it's come to this page in my story. I felt like I was in the clouds, and I never wanted to come down.
I finally found out where I belonged, and that was with Andy Biersack.