Decisions, Decisions (Andy, Vic, Kellin X Reader)✔️

Starvation

(Your P. O. V.)

As I began to wake up, my body ached, my head throbbed, and my eyes felt crusty. I laid on my back and propped myself up on my elbows, one hand going directly to my aching head. I groaned as the pain kept pulsing through my veins. I still haven't opened my eyes, I'm just sitting up with my crusty eyes closed. "Have fun?" Someone asked. I was startled as I thought I was by myself. My eyes shot open and saw Andy sitting in a chair in front of me, crossing his arms. "What...happened?" I asked, rubbing my head. "Oh, I'll tell you what happened. You went to that damn beach party and got drunk is what happened. I woke up, I found you, and I had to bring you back to the condo. You fought me so hard too! I had to tackle you!" He explained. So that's why my body hurts. "Really? Oh my god. Babe, I'm so sorry. I-I should've stayed here. I just really wanted to party earlier that day, but you didn't let me. So I went during the night." I looked down at my hands full of guilt. "Ok, ok. I accept your apology. Just be wise about your decisions. I was worried about you. This was my fault too. If I had just let you have fun, you wouldn't have gone out. So I'm sorry for not letting you party." He apologized. "It's ok." I smiled. "Did I cry?" I wiped my eyes, removing the crust. "Yea, you didn't want to go to sleep, so I had to hold you down. You fought me, but gave up and started crying. When you finished crying, you fell asleep." Andy explained. I looked down at what I wore. Oh yea, my red bikini. My boobs had sand all over them and inside the bikini top. "Did I swim in the sand or something? Why am I covered with sand?" I wondered. "...After I tackled you, I had to drag you by your ankles back to the condo." He told me. I face palmed, very embarrassed of my actions. I always got out of hand when I was drunk. I know better than to go over my limit. "I'm gonna go take a shower." I sighed. Sand spilled out of my bikini as I stood up.

I was almost to the bathroom until I got a nauseous feeling...uh-oh. I had to run the rest of the way. I threw the bathroom door open and fell to my knees in front of the toilet. The shots I took last night spilled out of me into the toilet along with last nights dinner. Andy heard my gags of throwing up and came to help me. He held my hair back and rubbed my back. When I was sure that I was done, Andy helped me into the shower. "Here, brush your teeth, I'll wash your body." He handed me my toothbrush with toothpaste. I brushed my teeth as Andy scrubbed all the sand off of me. He even shampooed and conditioned my hair. Andy brought a towel and wrapped me in it, carrying me to our bed. He set me on our bed, gently. I kept my towel wrapped around me. Andy then, put my hair on one of my shoulders and kissed my neck, he even licked it. I...well...I was not amused. I know what he wants to do, but I'm really not feeling good. "Andy please." I said. "Ok, ok. No need to beg, let's get right to it." He pinned me down on the bed and kissed me harder. If we fuck, I seriously might throw up again. That's why I really don't want to. I got my hands free from him and held him in a hug lock. "Andy, no. I might throw up again." I cleared. "...Right. Sorry, something just washed over me and I got carried away." He apologized. "It's ok." I laughed. I kissed him and got dressed.

(Andy's P. O. V.)

(Y/n) and I went shopping since she needed to lay back a little. She almost threw up again in the car on our way to the clothing outlets. Anyways...I've been really hungry lately. Not the food hungry...hungry for (y/n). I think seeing her in a bikini is what got me going. We hadn't been to the beach in a while and now that we're here, I've seen her as exposed as she could get. It really set me off, driving me to the point of starvation. We're at a hot topic of course, (y/n) loves it here. She's trying on a black dress with white music notes. When she came out of the dressing room, she posed for me. One hand running through her hair and the other on her hip. Oh dear god. "How does it look?" She asked. I swallowed my saliva before I could choke on it and held myself back from just fucking her in the dressing room. "It looks absolutely wonderful." I said, honestly. Let me be honest about something else...the dress looks beautiful on her. But it would look a whole lot better if it was on the floor. She smiled at my response and went back into the dressing room to change. As I heard the zipper go down, I just had to shut my eyes and rub my face. I'm dying here. The dress dropped to the floor and (y/n) stepped out of it. Ok, I gotta lay down, this is too much. I kicked my legs as I laid down on the bench, agitated because I can't have her right now.