Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

17. Good Morning

Andy Hurley (Your POV):

You woke up groggily and blinked a couple times at the dim sunlight that filled the room.

You stretched your arms out to the side and rolled over. You noticed that your boyfriend wasn't lying in bed next to you.

"Andy." You called and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

He's probably working out downstairs. You looked over at the alarm clock.

It read 7:30 am. Yup, he was definitely working out.

Sighing, you pulled one of Andy's Crossfit t-shirts and padded down the stairs to basement where Andy kept all of his workout equipment.

Music blared from the big sound system, the bass made the doors rattle.

"Andy!" You knocked on the door a couple times. "Babe." You opened the door.

Andy was bench pressing steadily; you leaned against the doorway, watching his muscles ripple as he lifted the weights above his head.

Sweat ran down his body, soaking his hair and making his tattooed skin glisten.

He turned the music off. "It's rude to stare." He said and put the weights back on the stand.

"It's rude to leave without saying goodbye." You smiled and walked over to him.

Andy grinned and sat up. "I couldn't sleep, I decided to work out." He opened his arms.

"As hot as you look sweaty, I think I'll pass until you take a shower." You shook your head.

"You wanna take one with me?" Andy asked, wagging his eyebrows.

You bit your bottom lip, considering the idea of being naked in close quarters with Andy Hurley.

It sounded great to you, but the idea of teasing Andy seemed more fun.

"I think I'll pass, but I'll be upstairs in bed when you're done." You smirked and walked out of the room.

Andy leaned forward, watching your shirt rise higher up your thighs. "Are you sure?"

You fake yawned. "Yeah, I'm a little tired."

Andy grabbed a towel and ran after you. He wrapped his arms around you and threw you over his shoulder. "I know you're teasing. Whenever you yawn for real, your eyes squint and you make this really cute noise." He carried you up the stairs.

"Well, you caught me." You shrugged nonchalantly.

"Let's go take that shower then?" Andy set you down in front of the bathroom.

"Sounds good to me." You grinned.

Pete Wentz (Your POV):

"Get out of the bathroom!" Saint yelled. "I need to use it!"

"I still have five more minutes!" Bronx yelled from behind the closed door.

"You're gonna make us late for school pretty boy!" Saint banged on the door.

"You can't rush perfection." Bronx yelled.

"Stop straightening your hair and get out of the bathroom!" Saint whined.

"I'm not! I'm working on my eyeliner." Bronx said.

"MOM!" Saint screamed, making you roll over and groan.

"DAD!" Bronx yelled.

"PETE!" You yelled.

"Ahh!" Pete jumped and fell off the bed. "Why are you yelling?" He rubbed his head.