My Batman Didn't Wear A Cape (Andy Biersack)

4.) Saved By The Pasta

I walked through the door and stepped into his... well our house and looked around in pure amazement.

"Well, I can show you up to your room if you like?" Andy offered. I turned to him with a smile and nodded. He led me over to a spiral staircase and, once as the top, turned right and led me to the second door on the left. He opened up the door and I was speechless. The room was magnificent. The room was all white with a black canopy bed in the middle of the left wall. It had white wood with gray pillows. The floor was covered with a black carpet and an empty white bookshelf. Next to the bookshelf was a small desk and all the way in the back right was a bathroom. I walked over to what  to the doors to what looked to be a balcony to outside.  I looked to my left and my jaw dropped.  There was a giant, empty, walk in closet.  I dropped my bag and ran into it, examining all the space.  Andy laughed and walked over to the entrance to the closet I was in.  I turned to him with a big smile on my face.

"Andy.  This... this is all too much." I whispered.

"On the contrary.  I would only give the best to the prettiest girl in the world."  Andy smiled.  I blushed and put my head down.  Andy took my hand in his and led me to my desk.  He took my bag and carried it over to my desk and set it down there.  "I'll leave you to unpack.  My room is right across the hall from yours if you need anything." With that, Andy left the room  and closed the door behind him.  I unpacked the little clothing I had and hung them up in the closet.  I put all my necessities in the bathroom and placed my laptop I brought on my desk.  I placed my bag on the back of the desk chair and sat on my  bed.  I laid back and just thought.  I ran away.  I'm living with a strange man that I only met today.  I don't know who he is or what he does.

"Only you Ashley, only you"  I muttered to myself.  I sighed and sat up, fixing my hair, and got up off my bed and opened my door.  I peered out to see that Andy's door was open ajar and the light was on.  I took my phone out of my pocket and saw it was 5:38.  My stomach grumbled.  I haven't eaten since my little visit with Andy this morning.  I walked out of my room and quietly closed the door.  I went over to Andy's door and softly knocked on it.

"Come in."  Andy said.  I pushed the door so it was all the way open and walked in.  Andy was standing at his dresser with black skinny jeans on and no shirt.  He turned around and flashed me a smile and brushed his flat and wet hair out of his eyes.  "What can I help you with beautiful?"  I looked at his chest and all the ink that covered it.  It was almost hypnotizing.  Almost.  I snapped out of the mini trance and looked back up to a smirking Andy. 

"I-I- wanted to know what you had to eat around here."  I blushed and stuttered.

"I'm sorry for the distraction."  He winked.  He turned and opened a dresser drawer and took out a white v-neck shirt and put it on.   He turned back around and asked, "Do you like pasta?" I nodded my head.  "Well, you are in luck because that is one of the few things I can actually cook." He laughed. I laughed as well and followed him out of his room and down the stairs into what I'm guessing is the kitchen.  Andy opened up a cabinet and took out a pot and put it under the sink, filling it with water.   When the pot was full enough, he moved it over to the stove and turned the stove on, placing the pot on the stove and waiting for it to boil.  He opened up the cupboard and grabbed a box of spaghetti and placed it on the counter next to the stove.  I found a seat by the island and sat down.  It was a spiny chair... and I just couldn't help it.  I spun myself around and around until I felt dizzy.  I stopped and grabbed the island to keep myself steady.  I look up tot he sound of laughter and see Andy snickering like an idiot.  I fixed my hair and looked down at my lap in embarrassment.

"S-Stop laughing." I huffed.  He stopped laughing and took a deep breath and sighed.

"And I thought that it was impossible for you to be any cuter." I turned my head to look behind me then turned back to face Andy.

"Me?"  I asked, pointing at myself.

"Yes you." He replied smiling.  He walked over to where I was still sitting and he got very close... too close.  So close that our noses were touching.  I could feel his hot breath on my face.  I gulped in nervousness and sucked in a deep shaky breath.  I watched him bite his lip ring. He looked into my eyes and smirked.  He slowly put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it.  I jumped a bit and he chuckled.  What the fuck does he think is going to happen in this kitchen??  I thought he was trying to make me pasta, not a hot dog?! (A/N: Get it? No? Okay) I looked over to the pot of boiling water to see it boiling out of control. 

"Uh... Andy."  My voice cracked.

"Yes?" He said calmly and leaned in closer to me.

"The uh water is... boiling like crazy."  I pointed over to the pot that was overflowing. Andy followed the direction my finger was point and his eyes went wide.

"SHIT!" He ran away from me and to the pot.  He turned the heat down and poured the pasta in.  Wow.  Great job.  I took this opportunity to slip away and into my room.  I crept upstairs and closed the door to my bedroom and locked it.  I took off my morning clothes and put on a pair of spandex shorts and an old band t-shirt I had.  I looked in the mirror and put on a pair of black high socks and slipped them on, then out my hair is two braids.  After that was done, I put my clothes in the laundry basket,  laid on my bed, starred up at the ceiling, just... thinking.