A Collection Of Andy Biersack Images

Little Deaf Girl

You're an orphan. You often sneak out of the orphanage to see Your best friend, Andy, who you had met when he saved you from being mugged outside his house. You were born deaf. You can't hear a thing. There is no cure for this, as your eardrums are severely damaged. You don't know what it's like to hear. You can't speak.

You feel your only friend, Andy shake your arm vigorously, waking you out of your gaze. You look at him, and bore into those big beautiful blue eyes. He hands you a cereal bar, you take it and smile up at him appreciatively. He joins you on his couch with his breakfast, being a bacon sandwich, as usual. You and Andy tend to communicate via text messages and physical contact, which you perfectly okay with because you have an enormous crush on him.

He nudges you and points at the unopened cereal bar, gesturing you to eat it. You look at him for two seconds and slowly open the wrapper, you know Andy is watching your every move to ensure that you're eating. He picked up his phone and seconds later, you felt your phone vibrate.

'Eat it. Now' the demanding text massage read.

You slowly put it into your mouth and chewed off a piece. You kept looking at your phone, waiting if Andy might text you again. And he did.

'Keep eating'

'I am!!!' You texted back

'Not very fast though'

'Give me a chance, Andy'

'I'll shove it down your throat in a second'

'Okay, okay!'

When you had consumed the whole piece of food, Andy texted you again.

'Finally!!! Now what do you wanna watch, sweetheart? ;D'

'Not batman'

'How about Ricky?? :)'

'Haha, okay. Did you record Idiot Abroad?'

'You know I did :) xx'

'Thanks xx'

He dropped his phone down beside him and reached for the remote, turning on the television, flicking through the TV guide, in search if your favourite program. When he had found it, he made sure that the subtitling was on, and weaved his arm around your body, pulling a blanket over both of you. You smiled and snuggled into him. You felt him place a small kiss on your head, which made you blush.

When you had finished watching two hours of TV, and had been in hysterical fits of laughter, he placed a kiss on your cheek. You stared up at him and blushed, smiling. You had his collar in your hands, and you slide them down to meet his chest. You notice Andy leans in closer and smiles at you innocently. There's something about that warm breath and those plump, moist looking lips that gives you the urge to kiss him, but before you get the chance, he smacks his onto yours, caressing them with every sensual stroke. You feel yourself moan in your throat, but he absorbs it into the kiss. He uses his tongue to very gently stroke along the top of your lip, but you teasingly decline his entrance. He tries again, but you deny it again. The third time he tries, he tries to force his way in. You give in, but you're not disappointed. He lovingly grasps your face with his pretty fingers and slides his tongue in, gently massaging you.

He pulls apart, takes your hand and traces letters on it.

'I, Love, You' they spell.

You take his hand and return the favour.

'I, love, you, too, Andy'