Beastly || Andy Biersack

Six ♡

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I was naked— stripped of clothing, bare nude, nothing but skin. My body was tangled in what seemed to be dark blue satin sheets. I stretched myself out, letting my fingers trail along the soft covers. It was nice. I was fully relaxed and comfortable.

A door opened. The room was only lit by the faint glow of the moonlight pouring in from the open window. The door closed, and I watched a figure shuffle across the dark room. In the light I could faintly see the coverage of an arm in tattoos, and some scattered on his other. I couldn't quite see his face, however his pale skin seemed to be covered in various black lines— veins maybe?

The figure sunk into the bed and leaned over me, bushing a strand of hair from my face. I felt his cool lips brush against mine. It was nice, and seemed familiar to me. He pulled away and I was met with a pair of red glowing eyes. My heart hadn't skipped a beat. He smiled down at me. "Are you ready?"

I smiled. "Of course, Andy."

I shot out of bed, gasping for air as I clutched my sheets. I looked around and found myself in my own bed. Looking down, I found myself in the same clothes I was in earlier today. The sun was starting to set, and my clock read 6:07 PM in bright red numbers. I took in a deep breath.

"It was only a dream." I mumbled.

I threw the covers off of me and swung my feet off of the bed. A sudden rush to my head forced me to sit down for a few more seconds before I finally got to my feet. I headed downstairs, rubbing my eyes groggily and curved into the kitchen where I screamed in pure fright.

Andrew covered his ears. "Jesus Christ, you've got lungs girl." He said, before grabbing the open magazine and continuing to read it.

"What the— how the— what the hell are you doing here?" I asked him, putting my hands on my hips. Andrew looked up at me and back at the magazine, flipping to the next page as he said nonchalantly, "Who the hell do you think dragged your ass back home?"

"How do you even know where I live?"

"Your friend Alex told me." He said.

"Where's my car?" I arched a brow.

"In the driveway. I didn't drive to school."

A faint oh escaped my lips. Andrew nodded his head and leaned back in the chair. Awkwardly standing in the middle of the kitchen, I shuffled over to the fridge and opened it up.

"You want anything?" I asked him.

"No I'm go— actually," Andrew looked over at me and got up from his seat. He shuffled over to me and looked in the fridge. He scratched his chin and reached for a slice of pizza. He took a bite and went back to the table. I grabbed a bottle of water and went to the table as well, sitting down in one of the chairs.

He looked at me. "No soda?"

I shook my head. "Never tried it."

He dropped the magazine. "You're kidding me. You've never had soda?" Andrew asked me in pure disbelief. I nodded my head, laughing a bit. Andrew's lips curved into a small smile, and he proceeded to explain how much of an oddball I was. We argued back and forth, and he laughed at me through all of it.

Something scratched at the other end of the kitchen, drawing both of our attentions. I completely forgot about my little pup who had been sitting in there all day. "Samson!"