Caramel Macchiato

Surprise Me

“You really didn’t have to do a load of my laundry, too,” I said in a soft voice as we laid together, Andy and me, in the darkness of his bedroom in his large, plush bed. “I figured I might as well. One less thing you have to worry about when we go to see your Mom.” The older male explained and I slowly nodded my head. Naturally I was curled up into his side, my head slightly lying on his chest.

“I feel bad though because it kept us busy longer, kept us from being like this…” I mumbled and let my arm snake around him, digging my fingernails into his side as if to clutch him tighter to me. “We have all the time in the world to be like this,” murmured Andy and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning largely at that revelation.

“We have until March 9th anyway. I don’t know what you’re doing after March 9th,” I admitted and Andy shrugged just slightly beneath my head which was on his chest. “Well March 8th is the last day of this part of the tour. Then we’re home for almost a whole month before starting a European tour for a month, that’s the last of ‘The Church of the Wild Ones’. I don’t really know much more beyond that to be honest,” he replied and of course I understood.

“You’d lose yourself if your manager didn’t keep up with you,” I teased the older male. “I’d lose myself without you,” said Andy as he shifted in the bed some. Within just a moment, I was now beneath him, gazing up into those perfect baby blues of his. He was hovering above me, his hands firmly planted on the bed to both sides of me.

“You know I’d be lost without you, too,” I whispered and he shook his head a bit, hair falling down into his eyes and into my face. Andy had a side-cut so some of his hair was really short but one side of his hair was getting just as long as it had been a year or so ago…and to me, that was extremely attractive.

“I don’t know that though, Livvy. You’ve never told me,” he murmured and I slipped my hand up and ran it through the long part of his hair. “Well I said it now, and it should be way more than obvious,” I replied with a small grin upon my lips. We were silent for a moment or two, just gazing into one another’s eyes but I could tell something was going through Andy’s mind.

“Hmm,” I questioned and let my hand slip out of his hair…we were both still sweaty, needing showers, especially Andy. “I don’t want to say,” he mumbled and rolled his body away from mine, standing up out of his bed. I watched as he walked around the room, finding fresh clothing.

“Andy,” I said firmly and rolled myself out of the bed as well. I crossed the room and took his arm from behind, turning him towards me. “Talk to me, it’s what you hired me for,” I reminded him and he chuckled. “Do you think that’s still what you are? Girlfriend trumps counselor any day of the week, Livvy.”

“You’re right, girlfriend does trump counselor. You should tell me even more as your girlfriend, than you would your tour counselor,” I said quietly and gazed up at him… he was so much taller than me. Andy was a good 6’2” and here I was a little 5’5”. “I was thinking about her, and I didn’t want to hurt your feelings by saying that,” he finally admitted, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist.

“That’s not hurting my feelings Andy… it would worry me if you could come back to this place, see her stuff is gone, lay in the same bed you laid in with her and not think about her. I’d think of you to be rather heartless to be honest.” I hoped I wasn’t being too blunt with him in that moment.

“Do you think of me as heartless, Liv?” Andy questioned and I shook my head no, immediately. “Absolutely not; but I know you have a tendency to act that way, but that’s what it is: an act.” I said firmly and pulled myself away, digging in my own duffel for some clean clothes.

“Sometimes I think you already know me better than I know myself,” Andy stated in a voice that sounded like he almost couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Maybe, or maybe I will soon. I know you’re getting to know me better every single minute,” I said softly as I rose up from my duffel bag.

“I’ll grab a shower first and you can second, I’ll order us some food while you’re in there,” said Andy as he walked towards the large bathroom. When he mentioned ordering food, that’s when my stomach actually made a couple hunger noises. I hadn’t even noticed it until now.

“Sounds good to me,” I nodded and watched the lanky black haired vocalist disappear into the large bathroom. I watched as he shut the bathroom door and then I was just…standing mindlessly in the hallway. I shook myself out of my thoughts, knowing I’d look rather foolish just standing in the hallway, waiting for him like some little puppy.

My foot steps were light, as if I were a stranger in this house as I made my way into the living room. I knew it was emptier than it should be, the house I mean…but part of me couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to be filled with my things. I could imagine so easily living here; the layout of the house, it was perfect, like I had designed it myself.

I sat down upon the couch and picked up the television remote, flicking it on. He had a lot more channels, different ones, than my Mom and I paid for back home. I tuned around in the 500’s or so and found something decent on MTV2. It held my attention until I heard Andy out of the shower around ten minutes later. I slowly stood up off of the couch and started down the hallway to grab my clothes, meeting him right in the middle of the hallway.

“I’m sorry,” I said in a soft voice and he quirked a brow up at me. “What in the world would you be apologizing for, Liv?” He questioned and I shrugged my shoulders just slightly. “I didn’t know if you were looking for me or not. I was watching TV,” I said softly and felt his arms wrap around my waist. He was still damp even in his clean tee shirt and boxers, but fuck it felt so good to be in his arms again…

“You don’t have to be such a stranger here… you’re my girlfriend… you’ll live here one day,” Andy murmured as his head dipped down into my neck and shoulder. I blushed heavily and ran my hands up his arms, up to his shoulders, digging my nails in. “You’ll find that I apologize a lot when I think I’m in the wrong. It’s a habit of mine,” I mumbled and kissed the side of his head.

“Are you sure that I’ll live here one day?” I questioned him after pulling my head back some. “I’d hope like fuck you will…but I’m not an idiot, it won’t be for a long while. Maybe that was one of mine and Juliet’s biggest mistakes—moving in way too soon with one another. Plus, I’d never want to take you away from your Mom before you’re ready, all your friends and family back home.” Andy was so considerate…it baffled me sometimes at how thoughtful he was.

“At least I know that I’m welcome here,” I mumbled and he nodded his head right away. “Always—even if this doesn’t work out, whatever this is between us. I want you to be my friend, no matter what I might say if we fight,” he sighed some and I couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh. “I know you’ve got a temper; I’ve seen it, Mr. Huff and Walk out the Room.” I teased him, I couldn’t resist, before starting to pull away.

I felt eyes on me all the way to Andy’s bedroom as I grabbed up my clean clothing and headed for the bathroom. “What do you want me to order to eat?” He asked as I laid my clothing on the large vanity. “I don’t know? Maybe you could surprise me… I’m not picky. You know the restaurants around here more than I would,” I said softly and looked at him in the hallway from the bathroom.

“I can do that,” he said with a small smirk upon his lips and I couldn’t help but grin, shutting the bathroom door. I got the impression that perhaps Andy liked the idea of surprising me.
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Word Count: 1,490

I'm so sorry this update took forever. Eight months worth of forever. A lot of things have changed in my life in the last eight months. :/ A lot of personal crap. In any case, the next chapter to this has already been written~ so the next update will be in a few days. Let me know that you guys are still interested in this story: leave me comments, if you will! <33