Numbers || Andy Biersack

chapter eleven

"God, that was horrible," Andy stated as we walked out of the theatre, our hands intertwined. We'd just finished watching a sappy romantic comedy. It had been super cliche and boring. However, Andy and I had been a little distracted making out, so we probably weren't the best critics.

"It wasn't that bad," I defended. "The part with the boat was kind of cute."

"Whatever you say, babe," Andy laughed.

I rolled my eyes.

"So what's next?"

"It's a surprise," Andy answered.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

I sighed dramatically and leaned into his side. The cinema was quickly emptying as all the shows let out. Andy held open the door for me. The air changed from warm and popcorn scented to brisk and cool.

It had been two weeks since Andy and I had gotten back together and everything was perfect. My mom hadn't been too harsh about me sneaking out. She'd given me a stern warning to behave, but that was it. My dad had been making attempts to contact me and we'd been talking every few days. It was kind of strange, yet nice. I'd spent so much time hating him and I was beginning to wonder if maybe my judgement was wrong.

Between Andy and I, things were flawless. We'd picked up exactly where we'd left off. Juliet was still in the picture, but Andy insisted he would end things soon. He made sure to let me know that I was important though. We saw each other at least twice a week and texted and talked on the phone all the time. Between my school schedule and mother and his production schedule and girlfriend, it was hard to find time, but we made it work.

Sometimes we went on perfect dates and other times we just met to hook up. It kind of worried me how important the physical aspect of our relationship was, but I figured it was normal. In high school, sex in a relationship was optional. However, I guessed that in adult relationships, it was more an expected requirement. In a way, emotions felt almost secondhand to the importance of sex. I was probably just being silly though. I enjoyed it just as much as Andy did, and I knew it wasn't all that made up our relationship.

One thing I'd learned about Andy was that he loved surprising me. Whether it was taking me somewhere without telling me where or giving me amazing gifts, Andy loved seeing me smile in awe and shock. His favorite gift to give me was lingerie, but he'd also sent other things.

When I'd complained that my laptop wasn't working, a brand new Macbook Pro had been delivered to my house the next day. Explaining that to my mom had been one of the most difficult fabrications I'd had to come up with. I'd had to pretend I'd used my savings to get it and had miraculously become money-savvy and independent overnight.  I had no idea how she believed that one. The extravagance of Andy's gifts was a little odd to get used to, but I totally wasn't complaining.

Andy's Audi drove smoothly over the winding Los Angeles roads. His phone buzzed in the center console but he ignored it. 

"How's Britt?" Andy asked, familiar with my best friend after hearing me talk about her so much.

I was actually relieved he knew I was sixteen now because I was able to be a lot more open about my life. Things I never would have been able to talk about, like my friends or annoying classes, were now part of our conversation. I was grateful for how accepting he was. I knew my age still made him uncomfortable sometimes, but he overlooked it for the most apart. 

"She's good," I answered, my thumb rubbing circles on his hand. "She bombed her chemistry midterm and now if she doesn't do better this semester, she might have to do summer school."