Getaway (Andy Biersack Fanfiction)

Getaway (Andy Biersack Fanfiction) chapter 10

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Andy was thrilled that Indigo was staying over. It didn't take long for him to realize that Indigo had been honest when she said there were no dirty intentions. According to her, fevers tend to rise when people are asleep, and she wanted to be there to take care of him.

Indigo stood before the full length mirror in Andy's room, wearing her over-sized sweater which hung loosely on her shoulders and reached her mid-thighs. She brushed her hair, still damp from the shower. Andy, who already had a shower, watched her, a blush painting his pale cheeks. "Thanks for doing this." Andy said after a while. Indigo twisted around with a grin. "No problem, that's what friends are for."

"Is that all you see me as?" Andy asked quietly. Indigo looked at him questioningly. "Am I just a friend to you?" Andy rephrased the question. Indigo felt the blood rush to her face. Andy's eyes were hopeful, looking at her from under his eyelashes. "I don't know." Indigo managed to croak hoarsely.

After an awkward moment of silence, Andy suggested that they watched a Horror Movie. :D

Andy watched as Indigo plopped herself down at the foot of his bed. "You don't want to sit on the bed?" Andy frowned before it hit him how WRONG that sounded. "I think that would be highly inappropriate of me." Indigo grinned, a slight blush tinting her cheeks. Andy thought about it for a while, before hopping off the bed and joining Indigo on the carpeted floor. Indigo smiled, raising an eyebrow curiously. "I don't like sitting alone." Andy said lamely, but truthfully, he just wanted to sit next to Indigo. After a while, Andy got sleepy. "Go to bed, Andy, I know you're tired." Indigo laughed lightly. "No." Andy said, silently hating how childishly stubborn he sounded. Indie sighed before she stretched out her long legs, clad by her grey sweatpants. She leaned against the bed. (I hope this doesn't confuse you. You see, Andy's bed is like a rectangular block. Indigo is sitting in front of the bed on the floor, so she is therefore able to lean against it... Oh, this is just so hard to explain.) "go on." She said, gesturing to her lap. Andy blinked, his face turning a bright red as he leaned into her lap. Almost on instinct, Indigo reached out her hands to toy with his ink black hair. She was so gentle, and Andy couldn't remember the last time someone had handled him so tenderly, as if he was something precious, something fragile. He loved that feeling. He shut his eyes, feeling in love, happy and contented.

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Indigo awoke, opening her eyes slowly. Sunlight seeped into the room through Andy's bedroom window. She looked down. Apparently, she had fallen asleep with Andy's head on her lap the previous night. She recalled trying to shift without waking him last night when she found out he was asleep, but in vain. Instead, she simply draped a blanket over Andy before dozing off herself. Her legs ached but her face softened when she looked at Andy's sleeping face. He looked like a child. Indigo observed his long eyelashes against his pale cheek, she reached out to stroke his black hair, which reached down his neck. She watched as his bright blue eyes fluttered open. Andy straightened up almost immediately, he looked at her apologetically. "Sorry." He muttered. Indigo just smiled and shook her head. the numbness in her legs faded away as he leaned in to give her a hug. It was worth it.