little nothings || a.b.

3.4

Andy stands beside the bed as I catch my breath. "I'll let you recover." He smiles and goes into the bathroom to wash his hands. 

"You know, Dani told me about all your girls." I say quietly as he walks back into the room. The subject has been bothering me for the past few weeks, so it's about time that I get it out. "None like you." He replies. I frown as I sit up and put my clothes back on, "But there have been so many." I look up at him to see him examining his arm. A cleanly cut scar is visible. I realized that that was the arm I was grabbing on to. I get up quickly and rush over, "Does it hurt? I'm so sorry. We shouldn't have done that. I should have paid attention to what I was doing..." Red scratches mark the area around it. He looks up at me slowly and snaps, "Would you stop freaking the fuck out?" 

"Sorry." I say while backing away as he huffs. 

"And yes, I do have girls to fuck. Why does that concern you?" He says casually while looking in the mirror attached to my dresser, fixing his hair somewhat neatly from how messy I made it. "It doesn't. I just don't want to be one of them." I say while still maintaining my normal character. I felt like I had just been shoved in the chest. All of the wind was knocked out of me. "Did you think I was going to fuck you?" He laughs.

"Well, yes. No. I don't know." I stammer. He raises an eyebrow. 

"What kind of answer was that?"

"I'm not sure." 

"There are so many other things I'd like to do to you first." He coos while turning at wound from the mirror and looking at me. My breath hitches in the back of my throat and me smirks, "I love what I do to you. I don't have the effect on anyone else." 

"I don't see how." I say as he approaches me, brushing my wild hair out of my face. 

Surprisingly, he pulled me in for a hug. My cheek smashes against his chest, and he rests his chin on top of my head. He squeezes me tightly, "Okay. Can't breathe." I wheeze and he releases me. He walks away and goes into the bathroom as I stand more confused than ever. He was just snapping at me earlier? I don't know how he feels.

He comes back out with a rag, "Firstly, you need to clean up." 

"Oh. Right." I say while grabbing the rag. He doesn't bother to turn or look away as I clean myself up. I flush as he watches me.

"You... You don't need anything?" I question nervously while pulling my skirt down and then throwing the dirty rag into the dirty clothes hamper. 

He smiles brightly, "I'm good for now, but-."

Dani walks in with a few bags and then looks at us, "Why are you two always standing?" I laugh and look at Andy who has a straight face. Well, okay then. I cut out my laughter and stand quietly. She places all of her things down and huffs deeply. "Are you packed?" I ask her. She lifts a finger, "Pack. Right. That's what I need to do." She walks quickly over to the closet and I look up at Andy who raises an eyebrow at me. I found it adorable, honestly. I giggle quietly and blush as a smile paints across his face.

I don't think I look at him as an artist, I look at him as a piece of art. A piece of art that has so many dark, bright, and heavily detailed things that you're never sure what to focus on. There's just too much.

Dani throws her suitcase on the bed and unzips it quickly. "Do you have a dress?" I ask her. Her face goes blank, "I-I have a lot of black dresses." I frown, "Are they appropriate to wear in front of Mark's family?" I question. She face palms and sits down. I frown as she looks up at me, "No, but I don't have any time. I have 15 minutes to pack and then Mark is on his way. I've been so nervous about meeting his family, and it's under terrible circumstances. This is also the first time we're going on a trip together. Mark is really upset and it breaks my heart because I lost my mom at age four and I barely remember anything, but it still stings pretty fucking bad. What if his family doesn't like me-" "Okay!" I yell over her frantic, rushed tone. She snaps out of it and looks at me.

"I am 110 percent sure that Mark's family will love you, and if they don't, it's their loss because you and Mark are happy together, right?" I nod slowly, signaling for her to nod as she nods along with me. "Now. Take a deep breath. Everything is completely okay. Everything happens for a reason." I speak slowly as she nods. Andy, silent still, walks into the bathroom and grabs her a tissue. "Thanks, Andy." She says.

"I saved a few pieces of my old clothes-" She makes a face of disgust and I lift a finger, "Nope. Don't insult me."She smiles and I smile back, "I think I may have a dress for you."I step into my closet and pull out a white dress with thick, black lace and details an over it. The length is below the knee and it has sleeves that go to above the elbow. "Wow." She says as I bring it to her. "I wore that for my grandma's funeral." I confess. "Thank you. I'll definitely wear it." She smiles while putting it in her suitcase. "You're welcome." I smile back. 

As Dani packs, I turn on some of my favorite classic songs to lighten the mood and hopefully relax her a bit.

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