Complete Opposite: an andy biersack fanfic

chapter 13: Sweet Blasphemy

(ANDY'S POV)

The next morning comes, and I still have my baby in my arms. Her face, so perfect. Her body softly rising and descending with every breath she takes. Our fingers interlocked in my lap, and her face nuzzled to my chest. A soft piece of her chestnut hear falls down to the center of her face. I softly place it back behind her ear, and I kiss her cheek. Her head shakes a bit, and her eyes flutter open. She sits up, looks at me, then flashes me one of her sweet smiles.

"Morning."

I say sending a smile back to her.

I look over, and see what time it was. I need to meet the guys at the recording studio at 10. I'm lucky it's only 8:30.

She get's up, and goes to the bathroom. I get up, and start making breakfast.

(EMILY'S POV)

I go up to the bathroom, and wipe off the makeup from under my eyes. I wash off my face, and go back downstairs. Andy's making breakfast again. He's sweet. Andy knows how to make a girl smile.

I go over to my boxes, and pick out one box.

"I already cleaned out the first 3 drawers of the dresser upstairs for you."

He says before smiling at me. I smile back, and take the box upstairs. I take it into the bedroom, and put the box on the bed. I open the first 3 drawers to see how much room I have. Luckily I don't have much clothes. I put my shirts in the top one, bottoms and underwear in the next, and left the last empty. I see a shoe rack handing from the bathroom door, and the top row is filled with his shoes. Just plain, black, converses, nice shoes, and that's it. Wow. I put my shoes in the very bottom row, I'm not tall enough to reach the top row by myself. I put in my black converses, black flats, leopard print flats, and my heals. I know I'm a girl, but I still don't care about how many shoes I have. Only 4 shoes. Doesn't matter :/

I kept my makeup in a bag and put it in the drawer with my tops. And I pull my brush out of the bag, and go into the bathroom.

I brush out all the tangles in my hair, and put the brush down on the side of the sink. I go over to the dresser, grab a purple lace top with a pink tank top underneath and some holey, blue jeans. I grab my mascara and eyeliner from my makeup bag, and I go back into the bathroom. I change into my clothes, and apply mascara. I apply a black eyeliner pencil to my waterline, and put my glasses on. I go back into the bedroom, and see Andy laying down on the bed. Looking at me. His head is on the pillows, and I can tell he wants to go back to sleep.

I walk over to the dresser, and put my stuff back. I walk over to the other side of the bed, and crawl next to him. I lay next to him, and brush his hair out of his face. He smiles, and I see his blue eyes once more.

"Is Andy tired?" I ask in a little kid's voice. He shakes his head no. "I'm comfortable." He answers in the kid's voice as well. I giggle and roll over to the other side. With my back facing him. I try to get up, but he grabs me and pulls me back down to him. He sits up, over me, (NOT on me.) and begins to tickle me.

"ANDY-AND-ANDY-STOP!" I manage to blurt out in between laughs. "NEVER!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!" He laugh as an evil scientist and continues to tickle me. I keep laughing and screaming and he keeps laughing. I manage to pull his arms off of me and I start to tickle him now. I get in the same position as he was to me. Sitting up next to him and tickling him. He was more ticklish then I though he was. And he was laughing as much as I was.

"OK-OK-OK! I GET IT!! -STOP!!!! PLEASE GOD!!!!!!"

He screams. "NO!!!!" I scream back. We hear a knock on the bedroom door and a deep voice say...

"Hey! Stop fucking each other and let's go already!"

...Ashley. I stop and get up but when my feet touch the floor, Andy poked my butt. I look back at him and he's just smiling away.

"Get up, lazyness." I say poking him back.

"NO!" He yells like a little kid.

"Will a kiss get you up?" I ask. And he nods with a giant smile.

I bend down and kiss his lips.

"One more?" He asks like a little kid. He is too childish sometimes. But that's why I love him in the first place. I bend down again and kiss him one more time. "That's better." He said, finally getting up. I start to walk over to the shoe rack to get my shoes, but he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back to him. He brushes me hair back and begins to kiss my neck. "I love you, Emily" he says in between kisses. I smile and look back at him. "Love you more." I say before kissing him He finally lets me go, and I get my converses on.

He gets a shirt on and changes into some jeans. I open the door, and head downstairs. I see the band on the couch, watching t.v.

I go get my laptop, turn it on, and check my e-mails. I didn't have much. And I'm not surprised that I didn't get anything from my parents. And I don't care, anyway. I close all the programs, and Andy comes downstairs. He hugs me from behind. And I get my phone from upstairs. I come back down and we are heading out the door. "Hold on, guys. I'll be right back." I say going back into the house. I forgot to put on Cali's bracelet. I go into my makeup bag upstairs and put it on.

As I come back downstairs, I see a Skype call. I go over to it, and see that it's from Cali.

Oh my god.

Cali.

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