wild and running || a.b. (series on hold)

Chapter 9

Im awakened by the unwelcomed and unpleasant screech of my alarm clock. I get up sleepily and eventually make my way over to the showers. Wow... I can't believe all that happened last night. I can't believe I told Andy the things I did. We kissed... It was amazing and, to my surprise, I don't regret a single bit of it. The way his lips felt, his cold lip ring against my warm lips. The way out tongues fought for dominance... It gives me chills just thinking about it. Speaking of Andy, I get out of the shower and check my phone. *Im at your dorm knocking. 608 right? Where are you?* Seven minutes ago! I feel so bad. I wrap the towel around my body as quickly as possible and run to my dorm. I guess he heard the thud of my footsteps because he turned and looked down the hall. Man I probably look really foolish. He begins to laugh as I run towards him. "What are you doing?" He giggles. "I stayed in the shower for a long time... I'm so sorry." I say opening the door to my room. He follows me inside and I go to my closet to find something to wear. "I'm so sorry." I say once again. "Ivory, it's okay." He says. "No peeking." I say to Andy, and once again, he covers his eyes. His hands are so much bigger than mine, and I love that. I was really tired, but it seemed like when I saw Andy I was immediately awake.

"Okay, I'm done." I say turning around and he uncovers his face. "What's the time?" I ask. "7:30." "Class starts at 8:30. Why are you here so early? I just saw you a few hours ago." I chuckle. I feel like I've known Andy for so much longer than I have. "I... I just wanted to see you." He admits. It was kind of unusual for me to hear those words. I haven't really had much people "want" to be around me. Except for Marie. Oh my gosh, when she hears about this... I smile at the thought and also Andy's sweet words. "Thanks." I blush and he smiles at my reaction. I grab a brush and begin to brush my hair. It's so thick and long it usually takes me about ten minutes on the maximum to get it the way I want. "I really like your hair. You have no clue how much, but I really like how long it is." He suddenly blurts. "Thank you." I say quietly.

"Why do you do that?" He asks. "Do what?" I question. "You act like hearing those type of things is unfamiliar." I continued brushing my hair while trying to think of something smart to say. "That's because it is." I say shortly. "What do you mean by that?" He asks. I look at him through the mirror on my vanity. He is sitting on my bed with his whole body facing me. He's wearing a plain white tshirt with black jeans. I examine the ink spread along his arms. Each and every tattoo represents something to him, the thought of that is simply amazing to me. I sigh, "It just doesn't... I don't know, Andy. It's not something I'm used to." I put the brush down and decide to just let my hair dry on its own today. He must have sensed that it's not a topic I want to discuss because he stopped asking his questions. He sat on my bed and I could tell he was deep in thought. I sprayed on my perfume and sit down at my desk where I keep all of my makeup. We walks over and stands behind me.

"Is this where you write?" He asks curiously. I nod in response, and he puts his hand on my back. I grab my foundation and he grabs my wrist. "Please, don't put any makeup on today." Andy requests. "I look like I'm dead." I joke. "No... You look beautiful." He says. I'm already shaken about not wearing any makeup in front of Andy right now, but everyone else? "I look better with it on." "No." Is all he says. He grabs me and pulls me on to the bed which is placed next to the desk. I try to resist but he's so much bigger than me that I don't stand a chance. He wraps his arms around me with my back to his chest, and I take my finger and trace it along the lines etched in his skin. "I love your tattoos." I whisper and he laughs. "Why?"

"I just think they're beautiful. The way the dark ink spreads across your skin and how each one represents something and has its own meaning." I feel a connection towards each swirl of ink and follow every line. "That's thoughtful." He says. "I guess so..." I mutter while in a trance from the beauty of his tattoos and being so close to him. It's funny how a few kisses broke my awkward and shy tension towards him.

"Would you like to go get some breakfast?" He asks happily. "We still have time." He adds. "Sure. I'm really hungry." I reply. I move to get up and then he pulls me back towards him causing me to laugh like a little school girl. "How are we supposed to go somewhere to eat breakfast when you won't even let go of me?" He buried his head in my neck. "I just don't want to let you go."

Eventually, we got up and I gathered all of my books for class and my purse. We left the dorms and got into his Lexus. He brings me to a little breakfast diner that I've never seen before. It looks sort of run down. "I found this little place the other day," he explains, "this has some of the best breakfast food I've ever eaten." He must have seen the look on my face as I looked at the building because he assured me, "Don't worry, it's delicious." We walked inside and seated ourselves at a booth. I examined the look of the place. It was an old fashion retro diner. I looked at the waitress behind the bar, she must own the place. She seemed a bit older, but she was sure doing her job. She was serving coffee to two police officers and then delivered pancakes to a man sitting alone in a corner booth. I see a jukebox and can't resist myself. I get out of the booth and quickly walk over to it. I select "Livin' On A Prayer." By Bon Jovi. The song began playing and I smiled. "Hey!" Someone yells across the small diner, and I turn around. An older man seemed to be wanting my attention, "You've got a great music taste girl. Keep the rock alive." I smile at the stranger and walk back over to the booth where Andy was sitting.

That was a little strange that an old man told me that, but I brush it off, he was only trying to be kind. Andy looks up at me, his crystal blue eyes giving me butterflies. They seem to do that every time. "Your eyes are so beautiful." I breathe. I wasn't aware that I was going to say that. He smiles and looks back at his menu, and I'm thankful that he did because I was silently cursing myself out for blurting that uneccesary sentence. I look at him again and see his neck flushing gently, maybe he was flattered by my compliment? Or maybe he didn't like me telling him that...?

Think before you speak you dumbass.

We are greeted my a waitress with a very strong accent, "Drinks?" She asks while handing us a stack of napkins. "French vannilla coffee, please." I request and she nods and changes her attention to Andy, "Just a water." He says and she was off.

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Hello everyone :) I'd just like to say that comments and votes are very greatly appreciated for motivation because I'm not sure if I want to continue the story or not. Please let me know what you think!

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