Andley Oneshots

I've got those go out with me please blues

Ashley and Andy are friends. Andy likes randomly singing all jazzy like. Things take a schnazzy turn.

High school au btw.

Ashley's POV

He. Won't. Stop. Fucking. Singing. Whyyy?? He's my friend, yeah, but I swear I hate Andy motherfucking Biersack sometimes. Like right now.

"Death of a bachelor! Letting the water fall!" Andy sings, dancing (if you call what he does dancing) around me. We're in my room, and we're SUPPOSED to be working on our science project. Sadly, Andy has a different agenda.

"Shut. The fuck. Up." I command, for what seems like the billionth time. This time, for some reason completely unknown to me, he does.

"Fiiiiiiiine," he whines like a five year old. I swear, he hasn't grown maturity wise since fourth grade. "Ive got those my friend doesn't appreciate my singing blues," he sings all jazzy like.

I snort. "Those syllables don't work AT ALL." He just rolls his eyes.

He catches me by surprise, because he suddenly jumps to where I'm sitting at the end of my bed. I think he meant to land beside me, but instead he lands right on top of me, pushing me back onto the bed.

"Aaah!" I yell in alarm. What the fuck?! Andy just giggles. He doesn't move to get off me, just uses his arms to keep a thin layer of air between our chests. "Get off me, dude!" I yell at him when be doesn't move.

He just LAUGHS at me. "Why? Are you," he gets his mouth close to my ear and whispers, "uncomfortable?" I blush a TINY bit. So what if I have a small crush on Andy? Shut up.

I pause accidentally before forcefully pushing him off me. "Yeah, get OFF!" He lands next to me and laughs again.

"Whatever, dude. Let's just work on the project," he says, still energetic.

"Finally," I grumble, but I can't keep the miniscule grin off my face.

"Oh come on, you love me," he says, grin growing larger.

I smile. "Of course."

*******

"Ashhleeeeey!" Andy whines at me, a week after the project thing. "Pleease? I didn't know we had homework!"

"No Andy! It's the fifth time this week!" I protest. Andy forgets his homework a the time, and I'm sick of letting him copy. He does it every day. I want to smack him upside the head, but sadly I'm his friend and a nice person.

"Aw, c'mon Ash! This'll be the last time this week, I swear to god!" He holds up his right hand, as if to prove the validity of his statement.

"No!" I say again. I get a forkfull of food and eat it. It's lunch, and the class Andy needs homework for is next hour. Still, I've been in this position too many times to count : Andy begging for my answers and me saying no. I always give in, but not this time! I swore, part time was the last time I let him copy.

"I've got those my friend doesn't love me blues," he sings mournful, but I can see a small smile poking from the side of his lips.

"Oh stop it!" I roll my eyes and laugh a little bit at him anyway. Sure, it's fucking annoying when he does that blues thing, but also kinda, sorta, only a little bit adorable.

"Please, Ashley know thought we were friends..." He says with wide eyes. He gets closer to me, and puts a hand on my arm. My breath catches. I know he's just fucking around, but I can't help that little crush I have on him singing every time he so much touches me. He starts using his puppy dog eyes and I know I'm done for.