little nothings || a.b.

2.1

He pulls away from me with a sigh and lies down next to me. "So tell me about yourself." He says. "Uh,  what do you want to know?" I question. He shrugs his shoulders slightly. "Well. My name is Scarlet." I giggle. He makes a funny noise, "Oh I didn't know that." I laugh. "My favorite color is red. I love dancing and writing and drawing..." I sit and think for a second, but he asks a question, "You like to draw?" He seems to be interested in the fact. "Yeah. I don't do it as much as I used to though." I shrug. I've been so busy lately with school and graduation plans. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer. "I like cuddling." I say with a shy giggle. I'm a little hesitant to say anything because I'm not sure how he will react or feel. "I can see that." He says with a smile. I feel my face flush slightly. "I'm about to graduate college. I sing a lot. I really like Chinese food. I can't really think of anything else." "What's your full name?" He asks me. "Scarlet Marie Carbello. People never really say my last name." He nods, "It's nice." He comments. "Thanks." I reply shortly. "Oh. I also love fluffy dogs." I say excitedly. "Why?" He asks with a giggle. "They're just adorble." I say sleepily. I cuddle up to him and sigh. "So tell me some things about you." He hums and his chest vibrates against my cheek. 

"My name is Andrew Dennis Biersack. I've already graduated from college-" I lift my head up and cut him off. "You have?" He nods, "Just a few months ago." A charming smile spreads across his lips. "Then what do you do to work?" "Special stuff." He laughs. "Like what?" I ask with a smile. "I'll show you soon." I groan. "You can't do that to me." "I just did." I laugh quietly, "Keep going." He clears his throat. "I have a cat. I can play piano. I love all of the batman movies. And.... That's all." I sit up once again. "That's cool." "Yep." He says as his eyes make contact with mine. "I really like your eyes..." I can't help but say it. They've been driving me crazy. "I really like your laugh." He says back sweetly. I smile coyly. My laugh has always been one of my insecurities. All people do is make fun of it. "Thanks."  I say. "So are you ready for your finals?" He asks me with a chuckle, examining all the books and papers spread around everywhere. "Mostly." I say with a yawn. I'm not sure why I'm so tired. Maybe it was the party last night. "Mostly? You seem completely ready. I'm sure you'll be fine." He assures me. "Thanks." I say once again. Receiving positive things from him is almost foreign. It actually is. I guess it goes to show that even those who you think are very far from loving are good at heart. 

I get up and walk to the mirror, realizing I haven't looked at myself since Andy got here. I cringe slightly and brush through my hair. "So what kind of things do you write?" He asks me while making eye contact through the mirror. I shrug, "It depends, I guess. It ranges from poetry to... romance novels." He raises an eyebrow and I begin to laugh. "Romance novels? That's a bit steamy." I shrug my shoulders and put the brush down. "It depends on what I want everything to lead to." He hums and I turn back to him. "What time do you need to go?" I ask him curiously. It's been a bit over an hour since he's been here. "I don't have to go until Dani gets back, unless you'd like me to go?" I shake my head, "Not at all, I was just wondering how long we had." He looks down at his ripped up boots and I plop on the bed beside him. "So do you have a house?" I question him. He runs his hand through his dark hair, "Yeah. It's a long way away from here." He says. "Oh. Well how do you get here?" I ask him. "I usually stay with Mark." "Why?" I ask again, mentally hitting myself for all of my nosiness. "To help him study and all of that good stuff." I nod. "Mark seems like a nice guy." Andy nods in agreement. "You alright?" I ask him. "Yeah. I've just been being such a jerk to you." He says with a small laugh. 

I was thinking about that earlier too.

"It's whatever. I just brushed it off." I explained. I really don't want him to feel bad about it right now. I like to see him cheerful because he never is around anyone else. "Come here." He tells me. I crawl over to him and he plants a soft, short kiss on my cheek. His lips are so moist and soft...

"Don't worry about it." I tell him in attempt to get his mind off of it. "Alright." He agrees. I yawn once again. "You look so tired." He observes, obviously. "Yeah." I nod as tears of exhaustion build up in my eyes. I grab a ponytail from the nightstand next to the bed and pull up my hair into a ponytail. "I love your hair in a ponytail." He says while running his hand through the hair. "It looks terrible, but thanks, I guess." His eyebrows furrow, "Whatever, I like it." I get underneath the covers and lie my head on the pillow. "Sleep well, love." He whispers into my ear from behind. "Thank you for coming." I say while turning to hug him. "I'm not leaving yet." He chuckles softly. "Oh. Well I'm still gonna hug you." I say while squeezing him. "Someone isn't wearing a bra." He comments. "Oh whatever." I laugh while turning back the other way. "Hey. That's your fault. You made me feel your-" "Andy!" I laugh while putting my head under the covers and he laughs as well. "It felt nice." He says quietly. "Shut up!" I laugh and he continues to laugh, truly laugh. It rings throughout the room and gives a sort of warmth I've never felt before. A warm, peaceful feeling. He runs his hand down the side of my body, giving me comfort and causing me to fall asleep before I even got to tell him goodnight.