Once Loved.

Chapter 4

When Andy comes back out neither of us say a word. We watch TV for a white before I decide to crawl into bed and fall asleep. I have a dream about my dad. He's talking but I can't hear him. I just can see Andy behind him looking at me with love in his eyes. It's crazy.

Dad starts to fade away and I scream for him to stay. "DADDY!!! NOOO PLEASE I NEED YOU!!!!!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!"

Then I hear him. Faintly but I'd know my dad's voice anywhere. "You're not alone. You have someone that will love you. I'll always be watching over you Mari."

"Daddy." I whimper as he disappears completely.

I'm suddenly woken up by two tattooed hands gently shaking me. "Marilyn. Come on. Wake up."

"Andrew?" I whisper as he sees my eyes open and hugs me.

"Oh you're awake thank god. You were crying and screaming in your sleep for your dad. I've been trying to wake you for fifteen minutes."

"I'm sorry just-just a bad dream." I say. I look to the chair covered in blankets as he gets up. "Wait." He stops and I grab his arm.

'Yeah?" he asks yawning.

"Don't leave me. Please?" He nods and gets in bed with me. I move closer to him and am shocked when he rubs my back and hums. I could sleep like this every night. I think to myself before he ends up putting me back into a deep sleep.

When I wake up in the morning I find that one of my hands is in his hair and the other is holding one of his hands. He's snoring quietly and I can hear him mumbling in between them. "Marilyn." is the one word that he says more often. I gasp when his arm snakes it's way around my waist but relax into his embrace and try to fall back to sleep.

I wake up again completely pressed against him. He's awake now and twirling a strand of my hair. "Andy?" I mummer.

"Yes Marilyn?" He asks. I smile and pull away from him. "No more bad dreams I see."

"Nope. Thank you. But you talk in your sleep sometimes. All I could make out was my name?" I question.

"That's weird." He says. I get up and gasp as I feel his fingers brush across my back where my shirt's ridden up a bit. "You'd look good with a tattoo Marilyn."

"Umm...thank you. Andy are we...like dating?" I ask nervously.

"Why? Don't you want to? Did I read the situation wrong?"

"No! No you didn't read this wrong at all. I'd love to be dating you Andrew. How long are we staying here?"

"How long were you supposed to be in Hollywood?"

"A month why?"

"We can stay here until then. That is if you want to."

"With you I'd love too." I state. He holds his arms out as I get back in bed so I move back into them and cuddle. "I love your drunken koala bear. He's just so cute."

"I know. I still say you'd look really cute with one. Or more. Or a piercing." He whispers into my ear.

"I wish I could get some tattoos. Or a piercing but I don't have any money and my mom would kill me."

"Well lets see, you are in fact 18 correct." I nod. "And you are dating a famous rockstar who travels around the world playing music for a living. At venues that are always packed."

"Yeah but..." I trail off not knowing what to counter with.

"But what?"

"I don't have a counter argument."

"Well get up and get dressed." He says getting up. "Oh and you might wanna wear something that's not a jacket."

I get my stuff and put on a pair of shorts and after some internal conflict a tank top. When I go back out into the room Andy's putting on some sunglasses and a hat he's wearing just a black wife beater and shorts. "You look different."

"It's just so I don't get recognized. I'd rather not be fangirled over. It's not fun." I nod and we walk out of the room. By the time we reach the elevator he holds out his hand and I take it.

We walk out to the car and he drives us to a tattoo parlor. "Andrew I'm not so sure about this."

"It doesn't hurt very much. I mean look at me. All it is is a form of expression like your writing."

"I never saw it that way. But I'm still not 100% sure."

"Come on. Just think about it." He implores. "Isn't there something that you've always wanted?"

"I've always wanted a skull with roses. And...my Monroe pierced." I whisper the last bit.

"So are you feeling up for it?" I nod slightly and he grins. "Lets go then."

A few hours later we leave the tattoo parlor. Andy's just grinning at me and I smile back, knowing that the silver stud they put in my Monroe is shining. "Thanks Andy!" I say hugging him carefully.

"I gotta say Marilyn. A tattoo virgin getting your ribs done and not crying with the pain. I gotta say that skull is pretty badass too."

I grin back at him and kiss the side of his cheek. "You're sweet Andy. I'm glad you talked me into that. I think I'm gonna want more."

"Oh trust me you will. They're addictive. Trust me." He looks at his arms and laughs.

"Hey now that we're dating I want you to promise you won't get a tattoo of my name. I don't think it's a good idea."

"Ok. I promise." He says as we get back in the car. We drive back to the hotel and just be all lazy for the rest of the day.

A/N I'm trying to make these longish. I was going over Saved and realized how short the first chapters are. Sorry bout that.