Erroneous (Andy Biersack)

Chapter Twenty

~Jade Aslenna Simms~

I giggled as Andy threw me on the bed. He climbed up to hover over my body.
"Andy," I smiled, running my fingers through his hair, "you need rest, honey."
A flash of something glinted in his eyes for a second and he smirked, "No. I need sex."
I laughed, "You're drunk."
"No I'm not," he argued, slurring a bit.
I kissed Andy's lips and pulled away, "You taste like cigarettes and Corona."
He sighed heavily and rolled off of me, "I'd love to know what you tasted like..."
"Go to sleep, dumbass," I pushed him down flat of the bed and hit him in the face with a throw pillow. Andy pulled the covers out from under his body and took of his shirt. He was in black skinny jeans.
I grabbed a pair of sweatpants off the floor, "Would you like to change?"
My boyfriend shook his head and wiggled under the covers. I slid the black beanie off his head and placed it on the table. Andy dozed off a little and I sighed, "You, love, are going to have one hell of a hangover."
"I love you," he muttered. I smiled and leaned over, kissing his face somewhere on the right side.
"I love you."

-The Next Morning-

Andy groaned as I turned the light on. I smiled to myself, "So, how are you feeling?"

"Like shit," he grumbled and pulled a blanket over his face. I smiled and grabbed a bottle of aspirin and poured a couple into my hand. Andy had a bottle of water from last night on his bedside table. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed beside Andy's body. He pulled the covers off his face and sighed, "Hey beautiful."
I held out my hand and Andy quickly took the aspirin. He laid back and I kissed his forehead.
"So, did you ever get that sex?" I asked him.
He furrowed his eyebrows, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh last night, you told me you needed sex and you wanted to know what I tasted like," I giggled a little, shrugging my shoulders.
He closed his eyes and sighed, "Oh my God...wait, you didn't actually do it, right? I didn't take your virginity or anything?"
I slapped his chest, "Andy! I am twenty-two years old! I am not a virgin!"
"Oh really?" he sat up, using his elbows for support.
"Yes really."
"To who?"
"A kid named Kyle."
"Tell me more. I'd love to hear this enlightening story about the great and tragic loss of your virginity."
I rolled my eyes. "I was sixteen. My friend set him up with me at some party. We were playing seven minutes in heaven. Maria locked us in the closet. Things escalated quickly and before I knew it, I thought I was pregnant and I was no longer a virgin."
"You weren't actually pregnant, right?"
I shook my head, "No, but I was late that particular month and the beer gave me alcohol poison so I was terrified."
Andy laughed and I hit him again. "It's not funny." I pouted.
"Aw baby, I'm sorry. I won't laugh at you anymore," Andy cooed.
"You need a shower," I muttered. "You smell really bad."
"Well thanks, darling," Andy mumbled sarcastically.
I leaned over and pecked his lips and pulled him up. He drug himself to the bathroom and closed the door. I had already had my shower that morning and I was dressed. Andy started to sing 'Days are Numbered' and I walked downstairs and into the kitchen.
I intended to have breakfast ready before Andy got out of the shower.

-Thirty Minutes Later-

Andy clomped down the steps and appeared in the kitchen with a black towel tied around his waist. My eyes scanned toned chest and how low the towel was hanging and then I realized his lips were moving.
"W-what?" I stuttered.
Andy smirked and raised his eyebrows, "Who needs sex now?"
I turned red and covered my face with my hands. Andy walked over and pulled me into his chest and kissed the top of my head.
"I said, 'hey beautiful'," Andy mumbled.
"Hi," I answered back. He pulled away from me, "I'm going to get dressed. Or would you rather me walk around naked?"
I turned him around and gave him a little push, "Get your ass upstairs and put some clothes on."
Andy galloped upstairs and I sat down at the table, tearing a piece of me cinnamon bun. Seconds later, Andy came down the steps in sweatpants, shirtless.
"Why must you do this to me?" I groaned.
He laughed and sat down beside me. He grabbed a couple cinnamon buns and looked at me, "Do we have anymore frosting?"
"Andy," I said, "you do not need anymore sugar on that thing."
He whined, "Babyyyy."
"I'm only doing this for your own good. I refuse to feed your addiction."
He sighed and bit into his breakfast.
"See, it's fine."
He cut his eyes at me and pouted a little.
"Oh stop it," I pushed his shoulder.
He took another bite of his food and I sighed. "What time do you go and meet Juliet today?"
"Around twelve." Andy shoved more food in his mouth. I sighed.

~Ashley Purdy~

I watched the police lead Andrea out of the room. She was crying and Ginger was clutching onto my, screaming and crying with her face buried in my neck, muffling the cries a little.
About a week ago, Andrea showed up on my doorstep with Ginger. She claimed Ginger to be my daughter so, we had a DNA test done, because honestly, hell if I know. We got results back a couple days ago and Ginger was in fact my daughter. My beautiful princess Ginger. I loved her already. Andrea was arrested the day results got back for substance abuse and Ginger was going to be put into foster care. I couldn't let that happen so, I took Ginger home with me. The police let it slide for one night but, then told me I'd either have to get a fostering license or get Andrea to sign away her rights. So, I talked to Andrea and she agreed to give up her rights.
Only seconds ago, Andrea signed her name on the custody agreement and told Ginger goodbye. Of course, my daughter didn't know what was happening, but she knew I was her dad and wouldn't let go of me. Ginger is amazing. She looks just like her mom, but personality wise, we're twins. Andrea kept my last name and Ginger's birth certificate says 'Ginger Ashley Purdy.' Andrea admitted that she never thought she would be able to let Ginger meet me, so she gave her something.
"D-Daddy?" Ginger asked me, breath shaky, taking a break from sobbing.
I looked at my daughter and her red puffy eyes, tears still rolling down her cheeks, face blotchy, lip quivering. I kissed the top of her head and answered her, "Yes honey?"
"Does Mo-mommy still love me?" Ginger questioned.
I wiped a couple tears off Ginger's cheeks and readjusted her on my hip, "Of course she still loves you. Mommy is just sick. She'll come back, I promise. She loves you Ginger, very, very much."
At first, I hated the name Ginger. I mean, seriously despised it. But, after spending a little time with my princess, I fell in love with all of her, including her name. Andrea said she'd named Ginger after her great grandmother and that it was a family name. I didn't care. I loved it.
Ginger nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck and I gave the police in the room a slight wave as he let us out. They had taken us to the very back room, so we had to go through where the prisoners stayed. A police escorted us but, it still scared the shit out of my daughter.
Ginger's eyes darted around and she bit at her fingernails. We walked past a fight between a couple of men and Ginger grabbed onto my shoulder so hard she left marks.
I finally had to get my life together. I finally had someone to care for. I had a daughter. Ginger was amazing and I loved her so much already. Life was almost complete. Almost.