Chapter 10: I'm Not Afraid

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*Santanna's Point Of View*
"Goodbye sweetheart. Sleep good. We probably won't be back for a little while." My dad told me as he hugged me goodbye.
"Bye guys." I said to them as they all head headed out the door, all except Andy. He decided to stay home because "he didn't feel like partying tonight", but I think there's something more there.
There was a slight knock at my bedroom door. What does he want this late? I was a little annoyed, but I opened the door anyway.
"What, Andy?" I asked.
"Oh, did I wake you? I'm sorry." He said kind of sad like. Damn, now I feel bad. Why does he have to have those cute little puppy dog eyes?
"No, Andy, you didn't wake me up. It's ok. Did you need something? I asked him sweetheartedly. There was a long awkward pause. We stood there like that for 5 minutes.
"You." He said.
"Wait what?" I ask. Did Andy Biersack just say he needed me? I mean come on, there must be something wrong with my hearing. He's Andy FREAKING Biersack. He's all the world's perfection rolled up in one!
"That's it. That's what I mean. I NEED you. I need everything about you. I need your beautiful smile, your addicting laugh, all your scars. You're perfect in every way. You're so beautiful it's not even funny. You took all of Ashley's features and combined them into something that takes my breath away every time I'm around you. Do you remember that time on the van, when we we're laying on the couch, and you told me my heart beats really fast? It only beats that fast when I'm around you." He took a step closer to me.
"And it's beating really fast right now, because I'm so nervous, and it's gonna be really awkward if you don't feel the same way because if you don't, you probably just think I'm standing here babbling like an idiot." He added.
"Andy, stop." I said, putting my finger on his lips.
"I do feel the same way. I've wanted nothing more than to meet Andy FREAKING Biersack." I told him. I didn't want to admit this! Why does everything just kind of come out to him. Right there, in my doorway, he kissed me. It wasn't a light kind of kiss you get when it's your first kiss, which this was. No, it was hard, passionate, and really, really wet.
        "Aren't you scared of what my dad will think?" I asked him.
        "I'm not afraid." He said with a smirk, and then he kissed me again, but this time a little softer, and he lingered a little longer.

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