A Wish Upon A Shooting Star

Think About You

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I'm about five minutes away when panic set in, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! What do I say? I'm just going to show up? She's going to think I'm a creepy stalker! Oh fuck me, what am I going to do?". (Face palm)

Just as I'm turning onto her street my phone rings,
I look at the screen... [Unknown]. I smile a devious grin to myself and all was calm again, "Hello?".

AMANDA'S POV:

I step into my bedroom and start my Saturday ritual... CLEANING IT UP... UGH!
I make the bed and pick my clothes up off the floor; I'm about to toss them in the hamper when I remember my broke phone is still in the pocket.
I remove it and get pissed looking at all the little shattered fragments that comes out with it; then I check the other pockets in hopes that maybe there was a stray dollar still inside.

What's this? I pulled a slip of paper out [number, no name], "I don't remember getting somebody's number last night." I pick up the house phone, started to dial, hesitated and hung up.

I stared at the paper with a raised eyebrow wondering what I should do. I don't know who this is? Should I call? Probably NOT!
"Oh, what the hell!", I stated as I pick up the phone and started dialing again.

A guy answers, "Hello?".

"Uhhh, I found this number without a name on it and...", he cut me off before I could finish.

"It's me!!!", he said sounding kind of excited.

I couldn't place the voice, I knew I had heard it before, "Okayyy...Who's me?".

The tone of his voice changed from excited to a velvety smooth sound, "Who do you want it to be?".

"I. DON'T. KNOW.", I answered a little annoyed.

"Well, you'll find out if you go look out the window.", he said deviously and hung up.

My eyes widened and a cold shiver ran up my spine; I was admittedly frightened, feeling like I was in the opening scenes of Scream. Hesitantly, I walked to the window and peaked out through a crack in the blind.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!" I can't believe what I saw... standing there, leaning against the car, in all his 'rock star' glory, is Andrew Biersack.

I dropped the phone still clinched in my hand, ran to the door and stepped outside. He strolls up to me and stops with barely an inch between us, "Hi".

"Hi", I answered leaning my head all the way back. God he's tall! (Remembering he's like 6'2'' to my 5'0")
"Sooo, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you."

"Really, why?"

"I don't know, I just did.", he said smiling.

"Ah, you want to come in?", I asked. He nodded and followed me inside.

"You can sit anywhere." I said waving him in the direction of the couch.

WTF is that noise?! I looked around and saw the phone lying on the floor, "Oh, I forgot to hang this up". As I was picking it up, Andy was sitting down on the couch dying laughing at me. Smooth Amanda. How fuckin' embarrassing!

I rolled my eyes at him and at my own stupidity as I walked over and sat down on the opposite side. Again, a few minutes of awkward silence passes, "Anyway... why are you here again?", I asked.

"Oh, I was... just wondering... if you..."

God damn, spit it out already!, I was thinking.

"...if you want to do something today?", he finally squeaked out.

"Oh, I-I guess so! But don't you have a concert tonight?"

"Nah, we're not on tonight."

"Cool! Well, uh, I've got to change first...", I said getting up and heading to my room. "...you can come back here if you want to."

He got up and followed, "Do you bite?".

"No, do you?", I answered turning to him with a droll expression.

There was that mischievous grin of his again, "Not hard!".

I again rolled my eyes (Accompanied by a full body shiver) as I continued into my room, "A little cocky, are we?".

He laughed his intoxicating laugh and sat down on my bed. I grabbed some clothes and entered the bathroom to change. "What are we going to do today?", I called out from behind the door.

"I don't really know, why?"

"Well, if we stay around here there's only swimming and the movies.", I said dryly.

"Do you want to go back to where I'm staying?"

"Sure, there's more to do in that town anyway.", I answered coming out of the bathroom.

"Well, grab your swim suit anyway, we might still go swimming."

I grabbed a bag and threw my suit, a change of clothes, a brush, and some make-up in it and we headed out the door.

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Listening to Think About You by Guns N' Roses.