Andy’s POV
It was dark and cold, I could hear rain dripping around me, the wind freezing my muscles as I tried to focus on my bass. Looking out into the dark, I could see the lights of peoples eyes around me. Standing out was a particular pair of shining hazel eyes, dancing brightly against the backdrop of darkness and empty eyes. I focused on the eyes, dreaming about falling into them, and then there was light. It was warm, shining, the eyes turned into people, jumping and singing along, my muscles were warm again and ready to go. We were playing a show. The hazel eyes turned red in the light, shining not with evil but with lust, with love, Bella…
‘ANDY… ANDY… ANDREW NICOLI CLEMMENSEN, SNAP OUT OF IT!’ I blinked and adjusted back to reality. I was leaning against a wall, a plastic chair pressing against my face, I was in a hospital. Leaning against my chest was my Bella, blinking up at me looking confused and smiling softly. I kissed her nose lightly ‘Sorry…’ I apologized and smiled like a doofus. If there was one thing that day dream reminded me of was how much I loved Bella. She was my star in all this poison and fans. I stood up and tried to stretch out all the cramps shooting up my back, rubbing the imprint of the chair off my face.
I figured that was enough moral support for Bradie, Shaun, Ashley, Imogen and Jumpnow had already left so we took our turn to leave. I patted Bradie’s shoulder lightly on the way, pulling Bella outside into the sunshine. It was mid-afternoon, most of the day had melted into hospital hours. The kind that pass extremely slowly. We stopped off to grab some vodka cruisers on our way back to the hotel, I wanted to get fuzzy with alcohol. Inside the hotel, I cracked open one for me and handed one to Bella. Being only 16 she was legal, but didn’t have a high tolerance for alcohol. After a few sips, the warm fuzzy alcohol feeling swept over me, buzzing around and making me excited. In our funny room, there was a spa bath so I decided that bubbles, warm water, alcohol and candles could be the combination we needed to get to the next step. I lit the candles, opened a few more cruisers and invited Bella in, she was kinda drunk and giggling a lot. Sliding into the bath together was perfect, the warmth was soothing, and we kissed in the water. After a bit, it got cold so we got out, wrapping ourselves into the fluffy towels supplied and it was time for food.
I got dressed and left to pick up dinner, stopping at the supermarket and sliding a small packet into my hand. I got a few more vodkas this time, opting for a sweeter flavor and headed back to Bella. She was painting her fingernails, a sexy purple colour that matched her best jeans. I slid my hands up the back of her shirt and kissed her. After we ate and drank a bit more, we slid into the bed. She was kissing me harder that ever, pushing herself into me. I fingered the packet in my back pocket and went to whisper in her ear.
Bella’s POV
I groaned and rolled over, shutting out the light that was trying to force it’s way in between my eyelids. I knew I had to wake up sooner or later. When my stomach lurched, I had to bolt for the toilet and my head was pounding. ‘so this was what it was like to have a hangover’ I thought to myself as the consumed alcohol I had drunk last night lurched its up through my throat and into the toilet. I emptied the remains of my first hangover and looked down to see I was wearing one of Andys random shirts and undies. I started to wonder what the hell had happened last night as all I remembered was the warm fuzzy alcohol feeling followed by blackness and bliss. I felt ok after I took some panadol, and had a shower to work the tangles out of my hair.
On the side of my neck was a purple bruise mark, only after close inspection did I realize it was a hickey. Andy came in rubbing his eyes and smiling ‘Morning, Gorgeous…’ he muttered before hugging me, dripping wet and laughing. This eventually turned into a flannel fight. I don’t know how but flicking each other with wet flannels was hilarious and painful. Soaking and covered in red marks, we kissed again before getting ready to face the day. Sex was supposed to be a symbol of love. Now it was a symbol of how much Andy loved me. Not the other way around. He liked me. I coated my hickey in foundation and looped a skinny sequin scarf around my neck. We walked hand in hand towards bradies room, he wasn’t there so we went up to the hospital, sipping coffee and smiling. Rachael was up and looking better but the silent tears behind her eyes were too much. There was something going on and I intended on finding it out.
