A Black Veiled Bride (An Andy Biersack Fan-Fic)

Chapter 6: Constance's P.O.V

We get into the bathroom and we both look into the mirror and gasp. I guess we both looked worse than we thought. We looked at each other and laughed.

He turned on the water and grabbed a wash cloth. He got the cloth wet and added soap. He started to wipe my face and said, "So, you gently just wipe it off. Do NOT scrub! You don't want a red face." He continued to wipe my whole face gently and when he got to my eyes he stopped. He handed me the cloth and said, "You might want to do this part yourself."

I handed him the cloth, raised my eyebrows, and said, "Nah, I think I'll practice on you." I close my eyes and giggle as he gently wipes my eyes off. I open my eyes and giggle again. His concentration face was so cute, but so funny!

He handed me the cloth when he finished and said, "Now, your turn, but please be gentle." He smiled as I started gently wiping his face. Soon enough the cloth got too dirty and I had to clean it out and reapply soap. When I went to put more soap on the cloth, Andy reached in and splashed me with water. Instantly soaking the front of my shirt and pants. Great! Now I have to walk around soaking wet and come up with a good excuse for it. I just smiled and splashed him just as much. His chest and shirt soaked with water and his pants had water running down them. 

His mouth gaped and she splashed me more. I splashed him more and just grabbed his face and giggled, "Now let me finish, so you don't look like you rolled around in a coal mine." I  gently wiped his face more and finished. He chuckled at me and I threw the cloth at him, "What?"

He smirked, "Your concentration face is so adorable and you are soaked!" He plucked at my BVB band t-shirt. 

I giggled, "Wonder why..." I said plucking his shirt right back.

He worked his way around me to the door and said, "I'm going to get us dry clothes to wear. I'm sure we don't want to be soaked  most of the night..." He opened the door and walked out. As he closed the door, I heard a roar of laughter and Jinxx yelling something almost incomprehensible.

As soon as the door shut, I kicked off my shoes, which were surprisingly dry, and sat them out of the way. I slipped my BVB band tee off and then my camisole. I look into the mirror and see the purple and blue bruises that spread from rib-to-rib, left-to-right, stomach-to-thigh. I looked away from my reflection and wiped off the counter with my camisole. I grab my band tee and jump up onto the counter to sit. I jump when the door opens up again and Andy walks in as I am wrapping my shirt around my abdomen area. He is carrying a black beater, a worn out t-shirt with the neckline and sleeves cut off, two pairs of dark jeans, and a leather jacket. His eyes get wide as he notices I am sitting here in my soaking wet skinnies, two mismatched socks, and a black and purple laced bra that was padded. I should have put my shirt back on or at least wrapped it up higher. Oops!

He walked in, closed the door, and then closed his eyes. He held out the worn out tee, jeans, and leather jacket and said, "Sorry! Here's some of my clothes. I hope the jeans fit, they were my smallest pair."

I giggled at him, "You are fine! You can open your eyes. It's not like I'm naked. It's just like seeing me in a bikini top." I took the clothes out of his hands and dropped my water soaked shirt on the floor. I jumped off of the counter and started to dress.

As he opened his eyes, I had just started putting on the worn out t-shirt. His eyes got wide as they looked at every bruise and detail. I tried to pull the shirt down to avoid him seeing them, but it didn't work. Nice try though, Constance... He stepped closer to me and lifted the shirt a bit, just enough to where he could see my belly button. He narrowed his eyes at the sight, his face twisted in disgust, and he shook his head. He let go of the shirt so it would fall back down and cover my bruised abdomen.