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

Chapter 12

I open the door and but all of my stuff in their assigned places. Andy brought some schoolwork to do also, so he placed his stuff next to mine. I walked over to the window and opened the blinds. I sighed at the beautiful sunlight and the happiness I was feeling while spending time with Andy. I feel so free, and it's amazing. I turn around to see him looking at my stuff, but not touching, and i appreciated that. He explained to me that he had an assignment to do, so I let him sit at my desk while I sat on my bed. I worked ahead for the week, so I don't have anything I need to do. I let him focus on his work and go shower for the night, I'm not planning on going anywhere tonight, we have class tomorrow, and I'm already exhausted from my lack of sleep last night. I rush to wash my hair and scrub my body, eager to get back to the beautiful man awaiting in my dormitory room. I change into an oversized sweater and some cotton shorts. I always wear the same thing when I'm just hanging around the dorm, it's really ucomfortable. I still haven't called my mother back since I hung up on her, I don't feel like dealing with her cockiness right now though, that's one of the reasons I was so eager to move out. I didn't feel loved in that home, I was basically treated like a piece of garbage.

What's really sad is that I've been treated like that my whole life, so when people are rude, or anything of that nature, I'm used to it.

I haven't talked to my father in a while either. I don't really want to, so I'm not complaining to say the least.

I walk back into my dorm to find Andy lying on my bed with his eyes closed. His eyes fluttered open suddenly, the blue in his eyes being electric.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, I was just resting." He replies sleepily and raspily.

I nod and sit at my desk. "What's your middle name?" "Dennis." "Oh... I really like that." I say. I've never heard that name before, but it's lovely. "Andrew Dennis Biersack." I smile while putting the name in its place. I pull out my writing binder and find a new page, displaying his name on the top. I questioned him all of the silly questions you ask when you want to get to know someone better. He rolled his eyes at some of my cheesy questions, but I knew he didn't mind me asking. He's one of those people, and his tough-guy act makes me want to giggle. "What's your middle name?" He asks after I was done with recording the answers to my questions. "Ember." I reply shyly. "Ivory Ember Woods..." He says thoughtfully. I nod while turning my body to him. He looks so beautiful lying there with his eyes shut. "Do people call you Em?" He asks. "No... No one has called me that." I answer quietly. "I like the nickname Em. It really suits you." He says. "Thank you." I reply. Just recently I learned to start accepting people compliments and things related to that.

It's sort of unusual, but I feel bad for putting people down when I say. Not really, or Thanks but I don't think so.

"You can take a nap... I'm sorry for trying to ask silly pointless things while you're trying to rest." I murmur. I can tell he doesn't like it when I apologize, but I always do it. It's one of the things I'm known for. I even apologize for things that aren't my fault. I hate when people fuck with my feelings or do something uneccessary and don't apologize. I take that into consideration and apologize to everyone when I make mistakes.

"Come nap with me." He requests.

I set an hour timer on my alarm clock and crawl into my bed. "You don't have to stay so far away." He says opening his eyes and looking over at me. He reached his arms out, grabbed my waist, and pulled me closer to him. I snuggled up to his chest and listened to his heartbeat, it was strong, yet weak.

I breathe in the scent of his cologne, it has a scent that's more sweet than musky, and I find myself falling in love with it. I don't like strong musk scents, such as AXE. "I haven't felt this safe in ages." I confess. The way he's holding me is making me feel invincible, nothing can touch me. Nothing can drag me down. I'm so much shorter than him, but I love how I can rest my head on his chest. That's one of my favorite things in the world, and I'm not completely sure why. He stays silent put plants a simple kiss on top of my hair and begins caressing me sweetly and gently. I fell asleep to his loving, affection touches.

"What the fuck?!" Andy yells jumping up, causing me to jump with him. My horrifying alarm clock was doing its usual screech. I quickly reach over his chest to silence the dreaded noise. He looks at me with wide eyes and a quick rising and falling chest. "It's just my alarm clock." I say while trying to hide an amused smile from his outburst. "That's fucking horrible!" He half-yells while looking at the now silent alarm clock. I finally let out a laugh, "I know." He shakes his head, "How can you stand that thing?" He questions, beginning to calm down. "I don't know." I reply sincerely. "Goddamn." He scoffs.

"Did it scare you?"

"What the fuck do you think?!" He says while looking at me sternly.

I begin laughing extremely hard and put my head down so he doesn't see. I begin to hear him laugh a bit too and look up to see a small smile and his blue eyes on me. "Do you want me to buy you a new one?" He asks. "I'm good. Thank you though. I'll get one eventually." "Are you sure? I'd like to get rid of that thing. It screeches like a banshee." "You don't have to buy me an alarm clock. It's a waste of your money, Andy." I say while getting off of my bed. "It's not wasted if it's spent on you." He mutters.

He looks over at my desk to see my writing binder still open. "Is that where you keep all of your writing?" He asks curiously. "Mhm." I hum as I brush my hair. "Um... Can I read it?" He asks hesitantly. I shrug, "I mean yeah, I guess so..." He eagerly grabs the binder and turns it to the first page.