You laid back on your bed, a million thoughts running through your mind, but one that kept recurring was of a certain quiet drummer.
Andy was always on your mind since your best friend introduced you two in sophomore year of high school. Now in senior year your crush on him had grown majorly. You couldn't even take a simple test without wondering what he was doing or if he was thinking about you. This wasn't good given that you had to be around Andy like everyday since your friend started dating Joe. Joe and Andy were like a package deal just like you in your best friend. If Joe and your friend were hanging out, more than likely, you and Andy would end up hanging out.
It wouldn't be that bad if Andy actually liked you back the way you liked him! He was so clueless to your feelings and carrying all that care for a person starts to take a toll on you after a while.
"I wish you'd just like me, Andrew John Hurley, you idiot." You said angrily.
"Is now a bad time?" You screamed, throwing your pillow at the direction of the voice, your window. Andy caught it, a smile pulling on his lips.
"Nice defense. If I were a robber, I'd have never seen it coming, (Y/N)." He teased.
"What the hell are you doing here, Andy?" You asked.
"Well I heard you thinking about me, so I decided to check in on you." Andy joked, or at least you hoped he was joking. If he could hear your thoughts that would be a real problem. Oop, you should probably stop thinking right now just incase.
"I was just laying in bed." You stuttered.
"Yeah, laying in bed and calling me an idiot. What'd I do now?" Andy asked, tossing himself on your bed. He looked really good on your bed...Stop it, (Y/N)! Reading minds, remember?
"I um was taking about in lab the other day, when you dropped the beaker." You lied.
"Um, (Y/N), you dropped that beaker." Oh yeah, you did because you were too busy admiring Andy's eyes behind his gogg- okay you really need to just turn your brain off.
"Oh yeah, silly me." You chuckled, sitting next to Andy on your bed. He smiled at you and you just tried to take the time memorizing every detail in his face to memory. Those ginger eyebrows, his kind eyes, and his lips. Ugh, you just wanted to kiss him so badly.
"You wanna kiss me?" Andy asked. Your eyes tripled in size and you backed away from the boy.
"What kind of sorcery are you working with? Can you read minds?" You blurted out. Andy laughed as if you just told the joke of the century.
"You said you wanted to kiss me badly, (Y/N). Those words came from your mouth." Andy explained. You were like a fish out of water the way your mouth fluttered open and closed in search of an excuse.
"(Y/N), it's fine if you wanna kiss me. I...wanna kiss you too, actually." He said nervously.
"I-I'm-you do?" You asked.
"Yeah, I have for a while actually." Andy chuckled. You bit your lip before carefully pressing them to Andy's. It was just a peck but you already chalked it up as the best kiss you ever had.
"Good thing you read minds, huh?" You joked. Andy laughed and pulled you in for a deeper kiss.
