Forever In Your Arms [Andy Biersack Love Story]

Take Your Hand In Mine It's Ours Tonight

-Author's note: Guys, I am thoroughly sorry for the lack of a cover. If you gotten this far, thank you! All stories I right are updated from my iPhone, so uploading covers isn't possible for me until I get access to a computer (my computer doesn't have internet). But thank you for reading, and please comment. I'd like to hear what you guys think so far, what you guys think will happen, and what should happen. I appreciate all feedback and constructive critiscm. Thank you ~Randi -

It was pleasent, waking up in Andy's arms, knowing that I was his and his only. He was already awake, and just looking at me.

"Good morning beautiful." he said, sleepily.

I yawned and stretched my arms, "You find morning breath beautiful? Low standards." I winked at him.

He laughed quitely, "Can't take a compliment? High maintenence." I giggled quitely and snuggled down into the covers. "So, how're we telling your parents?"

I opened one eye and looked at him, "Well, I guess we can start by getting fully clothed." I pulled the blanket off me and got up. I dug through my dressers and told Andy I was going to take a shower. A few sexual comments later, I actually left my room to take a shower. I started the hot water and waited till it was to my liking. Once it had reached the desired temperature, I stripped down and got in.

I was in the process of washing my hair when I heard the door open. I stopped, and thank God for my not see through seashell curtain, I wrapped it around me and stuck my head out. Andy had his head in the door, "My God Andy, what are you doing?!"

He looked down and blushed hard, "I was going to ask you where I could plug in my phone, it's about to die and I didn't want to snoop through your room to find an outlet."

I could tell that his intentions were sincere and sighed, "Behind my nightstand, just unplug my lamp." he nodded his head and left.

I finished my shower and decided to let my hair airdry. I walked back into my room, and Andy was sitting on my bed, dressed. He saw me enter the room, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in earlier."

I sat down next to him and placed my hand on his knee, "It's fine. Just, atleast knock next time." I guided his face with my hand to look at me, I closed the gap inbetween us, kiss him quickly and all over his face in rapid action.

He smiled and grabbed my hand, "Shall we?" he lead me downstairs were my parents were sitting on the couch, absorbed in their coffee and work on their laptops. My mom looked up over her reading glasses, and seeing Andy, tapped my dad on the knee.

My dad gazed up with a blank expression, "Who's this Scarlette?"

"Dad, it's Andy. We've been friends since we were twelve. He's been over several times." my Dad just shook his head, not registering.

My mom piped in, "Oh, hunny, it's Andrew. What a sweet boy. Did you stay all night?" Andy nodded his head.

My dad, with a cleared expression, "Oh Andrew, I'm sorry, I just didn't recognize you," my dad looked at me and then back at Andy, "are you guys dating?"

Andy placed his hand on the small of my back, and answered, "Yes sir, for several weeks now, and Mr and Mrs Hawthorne, I have a question to ask you."

My parents looked at eachother worried, "You're not asking to marry her are you?"

I looked at Andy, and we were both holding in our laughter, Andy managed, "No, I was actually going to ask your permission for her to accompany me and my band on a country wide tour. Not marriage."

My parents looked at eachother relieved, and then we all started laughing, "of course you can go, when do you leave?"

"In two days."

"Well, hunny, I hope you have fun, and be safe."

I grinned and kissed Andy, and he whispered to me, "Here that baby, I'm going on tour with the best girl ever."

Later that night, Andy and I were at his house, he had called all the guys over for a celebration.

"Yeah, we got everybody here! Let's party!" Jinxx said, throwing a wide variety of colored paper at us.

They all called their closest friends, which took our party of 6 into a party of 35 give or take a few. None of them were from the high school.

Everybody was drinking, Amy and Chris had went out for the night, allowing us to party. Andy came up with a two red plastic cups and handed one to me. "What's in it?"

He shook his head and took a drink, "I don't know, CC said it was good, and it tastes pretty good." Andy was clearly a little tipsy.

"Andy, come smoke with me." I said, sitting my cup down and grabbing my lighter, I placed it in my pocket. I grabbed Andy's hand, and pulled the cup out of his hand. "I think you've had to much." I led him up the stairs and outside. I handed Andy one of my cigarettes and lit it for him. I did the same thing for myself and took a deep drag and let the smoke fill my lungs, I exhaled and sent a swirl of smoke around me. Andy had already smoked down half his cigarette.

"Are you really looking forward to the tour?" he asked.

I looked at him, dumbfounded that he'd ask such an obvious question, "Of course I am, anytime that I can be with you, I will be happy. I will be excited. It's all I can think about, other than you."

He looked down, and smiled, "You're my number one. I'd go to the extent of the world for you. I'd do anything for you."

It was incredibley cute how when he smiled, his face lifted, and when he talked about me, his eyes softened. I moved closer to him, and we hugged. I stepped to the side a little and took another drag on my cigarette, and the flipped it. Andy stomped it our for me, and he did the same thing for himself. I looked at me and kissed me deeper than he had before. We tangled our hand in eachothers hair, trying to get as close as we possibly could. I wanted to stay like this, forever. He moved his hand down my back, pulling my lower half closer to him. That was as far as we were going to go. Tonight anyways. He pulled me harder, "Andy stop." he didn't, "I pushed him away, Andy stop."

Andy stopped and backed away from me. He looked at his hands, like he couldn't believe they were his own, then he looked at me, like he was shocked that he had tried to take it any further, "Scarlette, I--Scarlette, I'm sorry. I don't know what get into me. Forgive me please."

I couldn't help but forgive him, it was an accident. "It's alright, Andy. Alcohol, that's what get into you."

He shuffled his feet and looked at me, "Ya, you're right. I just want to go to bed. Can we stay at your house? I don't want to stop the party."

I grabbed his hand and led him to my car, "You can always stay at my house."