Band One Shots

Painting- Andy Biersack

"Baby, can you come help me?" I call out to Andy as I sit in our bedroom in my underwear.

"What do you need help with?" He shouts back, his footsteps trudging up the stairs. He walks into the bedroom. "I mean, now I'm down to help, whatever it is. As long as it involves you staying in your underwear. Or less, of course, if you want."

I roll my eyes and slap his shoulder, making him pout and rub where I hit him.

"Hey, it's not my fault that you're so beautiful."

I blush slightly but try to hide it. "Whatever. Just come over here and help me with the body paint."

"Whatever you need, Sally." He smiles and picks up the bigger body paint brush, running it over the blue-green body paint.

I look over my shoulder to watch him as he kneels down to paint the backs of my legs where I couldn't reach.

"I need you to help me paint the stitches on too. Do you need me to help with yours when you've done mine?"

He shakes his head, smiling, not looking away or stopping painting. "No, it's okay. I used to basically dress up like Jack Skellington everyday on tour." He chuckles.

I laugh softly. "I guess that's true." I smile.

He continues to paint my skin the blue-green colour of Sally's skin from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

When that's finished, he grabs one of the smaller brushes, dipping it into the black body paint. He begins painting the stitches onto my arms and legs, coming up to my face.

Smiling, he paints the stitches across my eye and coming out of the sides of my lips.

"All done, Sally." He smiles and kisses my lips softly. They aren't painted the dark colour that they will be yet.

I smile and stand on my tiptoes, kissing him again. "Thank you, Jack." I giggle, looking up at him. "You know, there's a reason I suggested these costumes."

"Oh yeah? Other than that you love The Nightmare Before Christmas?"

I nod. "Yeah. More than that." I smile.

He raises his eyebrows at me, a gesture for me to continue speaking.

"Because you're tall as hell and skinny as a twig." I giggle, going to hug him before thinking about it, knowing the paint won't fully be dry yet.

He smiles, shaking his head at me. "Of course."

He goes and washes the brushes quickly so that they're clean for the white body paint he needs to use to dress up as Jack.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" I call to him from our bedroom.

"If you want to help that badly, you can, baby." He shouts back. I can tell that he's smiling.

He comes back in a few minutes later, sitting down so that I can paint his hands and face white.

I paint where I need to before leaving him to do the rest of the details himself, getting changed into my dress for the night.

Afterwards, I head downstairs to finish decorating the cupcakes I made earlier.

About a half hour later, I hear his footsteps coming downstairs. He walks into the room in his black pinstripe suit with his big bat bow tie.

I smile and stand up, hugging him tightly. "You look so great." I grin, looking up at him.

"Thank you very much, Sally."

"You're welcome, Jack. Now let's get going. Everyone is going to be wondering where we are." I smile.

"They're going to all be so jealous. No one will look at great as my Sally."