My body was pushed against the side of Jake's house now, as I moved myself forcibly to make whatever that had grabbed me, let go. I was so terrified that I could feel the thuds of my heart banging against my head, and my eyes were closed for a second before I heard a voice.
"Shh, it's okay."
My eyes fluttered open as I met a pair of icy blue ones. It took a while for me to realize that I wasn't in danger and that I could thank to the familiarity of the eyes. Anybody could own a pair of blue irises, but these were sparkling beautiful ones, and as soon as the dark lashes appeared next to them, I realized who it was.
Now, this didn't emend my beating heart, which felt as if it were going to jump out of my chest at any given moment.
The hand was slowly removed from my mouth, leaving me pressed against the house for my dear life. I didn't know how to process what was happening, I didn't even know if I wanted to process it. "H-hi," I stuttered as I stared at Andy.
"Hey,' he replied softly. He was wearing a fitted black v-neck tee under the black leather jacket he had on. He had a small amount of war paint on which i adore. A loud noise emitted from next to us, where the rest of the bonfire was going on, but neither of us looked that way.
I felt a lump forming in my throat, and the tears that had threatened to fall earlier were now transitioning into a louder heartbeat that I felt could be heard by the whole beach. I opened my mouth rashly and asked, "What are you doing?"
Maybe it came out wrong since a look of hurt took over Andy's face. "I... it's your birthday, I wanted to visit my girl-"
"I mean, why'd you leave?" My back was no longer against the wall and I could hear the despair in my voice. "You just left."
"I know, and I'm sorry Casey. But can we talk? That's why I'm here."
"I thought you were here to visit your family." He gave me a look that shut me up and calmed me down all at once. Four months gone and it still had an effect on me. I nodded as he led me around the house to the edge of the opening were you could see the light of the bonfire in the distance. The cars were parked behind us and only the people passing by could see. As we sat down on a fallen off piece of wood, I asked him, "How'd you know where to find me?" I looked at him to see another familiar expression. One that read, you-should-know-are-you-seriously-asking-me as if I were slow to comprehend things. I nodded. "Jake, the band, Andy. Best friends. Did he know you were coming?" My rage moved to Jake now for not informing me. Though I wouldn't know what I'd do if he had, with making the decision to come or not come.
"He knew I'd be back in town, just not the specifics of when exactly." Silence slowly engulfed us and the only thing we could hear was the distant bonfire going on. "Look," Andy started to say, "I know you hate me, and you have every right to. I should have told you but I didn't want to hurt you-"
"I don't hate you, you did hurt me," I pointed out.
"I know," he said as he studied my face. I tried to keep my eyes on the light from the fire. "And I know I messed up, but I'm here asking for another chance. I thought I had wanted something else, with the band and all but that was just me distancing myself. Except this time, instead of taking your help, I let you stand there alone to fend for yourself." He shook his head. "And I regret that so much, but," now I looked over at him as he paused to think of what he was going to say. I noticed how his jaw locked before loosening up slightly. "Don't hold it against me," he spoke, his lips barely moving as he gulped.
Here was chance, and I wasn't sure whether I should take it or not. I moved my eyes toward the distant bonfire gradually. Even from here, I could see the flames shooting out specks of light. I know this is what I had wanted: for him to come back. But I hadn't thought about what I'd do once he had. Take him back, trying to rekindle an old flame, or just move on, letting that same flame die out.
I figured that if I burned it out, I would be haunted by wondering what would have happened if I had taken the path differently. So I looked at him. "Second chances are rare, and I don't believe in third or fourth or the latter, but, you mean so much to me and i can't help it. So yes, you got your second chance." With that I got him and faced him.
I could tell he was really happy. He smiled wide, his lips curved into a beautiful yet sexy smile as he lowered his head, our forheads touching. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he slowly started to lean in. Our lips finally touched.Oh how much i missed his soft lips,they felt like love and softness. It slowly started to turn into a makeout scene; i loved it. It was full of passion. We madeout for a good three minutes. We pulled away smiling. "Casey?" Andy asked. "Yes?" i questioned. "I love you. I would die for you." A tear slipped from my right eye, those words mean alot to me. Andy placed his right hand and wiped the tear with his thumb. "I love you too. And offcourse, i would die for you." I smiled. We walked toward the light source, hand in hand, surrounded by our friends. Once we got close, I could feel everybody's eyes on me. But I felt a familiar pair once the warmth from the fire radiated onto my cool skin. "What?" I asked Andy.
He just shook his head slightly, a small grin formed on his lips. "I've always loved how the fire reflected the brown in your eyes." I blushed. Speechless.
Andy got up from his seat and sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shouldar as he kissed my cheek. "I hope you're mine forever." I started. He smiled. "I am indeed, baby. Happy birthday." he said. I kissed his cheek.
I looked back at the flames, trying to hide my huge smile. One thing I noticed about them was that they never got worn out. It was the same dance, the same wild beat that they danced along to. And they kept burning, entertaining all of us for the rest of the night with their elegance and sanity. This is the best birthday or day, ever, whom i spent with the person i'd love and die for.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASEY.
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Die For You : Andy Biersack Birthday One Shot
Teen Fiction"I would die for you." Dedicated to JustBelievex3xo, Happy Birthday :D