Speak Up. (Andy Biersack X Male OC)

Chapter Twenty-Two- Do Something

I woke staring at an empty bed. My neck was stiff, and I was shocked that I hadn't fallen to lying during the night.

I sat up on the side of the bed, rolling my head to find the twinge. Laughter wafted though the bus, paired with a few calls of "Bullshit, man!"

The singing door startled me, and Andy came into the tight room, leaning over his overflowing open suitcase.

"Sleep okay?"

He laughed out. I smiled through the feeling that he was trying to distract me from something.

"My neck hurts. Whatcha looking for?"

"Hmm. I'll be careful then. And my old makeup, I still bring it for nostalgia's sake."

I let my chest fall back and splayed my arms on the bed beside me, releasing every muscle in my body consciously before looking up again at Andy, who was holding his phone out in front of him, using it as a mirror to slather on bright red lipstick.

"The hell?"

He shut his phone off at that, setting down the tube of lipstick.

"They think we slept together last night. I'm gonna give you a big ol' mark so that it looks like you got laid with a chick."

I felt my mouth drop open. It wasn't surprise at them thinking we fucked, it was his plan to evade the accusation. He was going to get them to believe nothing romantic was going on... by doing something romantic.

"Did I grow a second head? Calm down and sit up, kitten."

I did as told, and he kneeled on the bed behind me, taking both of my biceps in his hands to steady us both. I hadn't noticed that my heart was in my throat until he gave his hair a small swish to get it out of his face, making me jump.

"You good?"

No.

"Yeah."

"Sure."

He didn't move. It was nerve wracking that I couldn't see him, couldn't tell what his next move was.

"Do something."

My voice shook, and I cringed.

"You're nervous."

His breath was hot on the backside of my ear. I tried to speak, but found myself at a loss. I had no witty comeback, and I didn't want to deny it. I brought my hands up to move my hair away from the side of my neck that Andy was breathing down.

"Just do something."

He ducked into my neck, pressing his lips into my trapezius muscle. It was chaste, insignificant. He wasn't trying to take it anywhere. Lifting up, he ruffled my hair.

"I gotta go wipe this lipstick off. Come up with a story about the girl."

He left the room, pretending to sneeze into his elbow so he could cover his mouth. I slowly stood up, my knees not agreeing with me. I began to teeter through the hall towards the main room.