[andrew-blackwell]

Andy didn’t want  her to leave. The way she stuttered out an apology, insisting to have someone pick her up… he felt awful. He made her feel like a problem. The minute she returned, walking up to him, he didn’t give her much of a response. He looked at her, his blue eyes burning with some untold emotion. “No… because I want you to stay.” He said, taking her by the waist swiftly pulling her into his arms- and then kissing her. He kissed her passionately, trying to convey to her how much he wanted, and needed her.

[brooklyn-stfu]

Brooklyn knitted her brows together in confusion. “Wha-”  Before Brooklyn could even ask Andy what he meant by that, his hands were on her waist,  pulling her into him.  Their lips crashed together,  and before Brooklyn could process what was going on,  she found her hands wrapped around his neck pulling Andy close.  Her heart was beating out of her chest. Brooklyn reluctantly pulled away,  tugging at Andy bottom lip as she did so.  “Who-whoa.”  Brooklyn stuttered breathlessly. “I-i wanted you to do that to me ever since last night. “ Brooklyn admitted, slightly blushing. 

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[andrew-blackwell]

“Yeah.” Andy mumbled and walked upstairs to his room. He didn’t even feel like talking. He just laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling in thought. How was he going to tell Juliet? And moreover, how would he deal with Brooklyn? He planned to build a tolerance, but was that even logical? While Brooklyn was in the shower, the doorbell rang.

Andy jogged downstairs to get it, opening the front door. He figured it must of been one of his bandmates- but instead… Juliet. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?” She began, walking past him and into the house. Andy sighed softly, shrugging at her. “It’s alright..I’m just glad you’re back.” He offered a small smile. But directly after those words, Juliet kissed him. Andy naturally kissed back, his smile widening slightly as he slipped his arms around her waist. He could feel her hand trailed down his chest towards his pants, and he immediately stopped her. “Juliet, babe, I’m not in the mood.” He mumbled. “Why not?” Juliet snapped. They tended to have sex a lot, but he never saw he whine about being denied before. Although, she tended to be pushy. “I just don’t feel good.” He said. She kissed him again, and he pushed her away. His eyebrows were knit together in annoyance. “What the hell, Juliet?” 

Bickering and fighting went on for another couple of minutes…until Juliet saw Brooklyn. In her towel. Juliet began to scream, but Andy cut her off. “You know what? Fuck you, Juliet! I’m done with your shit! Go find someone else to whore around with. Get the fuck out.” Andy roared. Juliet slammed the front door behind her as she left. Andy let out an overwhelmed sigh, leaning against a couch. 

[brooklyn-stfu]

Brooklyn’s response was a nod, making her way towards the stairs. Once upstairs, Brooklyn found the shower. Stripping herself down, Brooklyn put the shower on the hottest setting.  Steam filled the bathroom, clouding up the mirrors and Brooklyn stood under the hot water, closing her eyes for a few minutes. Her mind was starting to get a little bit clear, but her stomach was still in knots. Did she still love Andy? Of fucking course she did, and Brooklyn would only be hurting herself if she stayed. On the other hand, Brooklyn was being selfish. She wanted to stay because she missed how good of a nights sleep she would get if Andy was near her. Brooklyn felt safe and protected, and Brooklyn was cursing herself for breaking things off. Of course, the brunette was happy that Andy moved on--found another. But, for Brooklyn, she was stuck in this eternal longing for another love like the one her and Andrew shared.

Brooklyn knew that that connection would only be with Andy, and him alone. Brooklyn didn’t even try with any other guy, because she felt like it wouldn’t last. The girl didn’t have many regrets in her life; but letting Andy go was growing into her biggest one. After washing her hair, and her body, Brooklyn got herself out of the shower. Brooklyn played the scenario out in her mind. She was going to call Lexie to come pick her up, explain to Andy that it wasn’t the reason she was leaving--she just hated to get in between him and his new love, his new girlfriend. Brooklyn was sure that this was probably the best for both of them. The longer she stayed, the longer it would hurt. Brooklyn was only fooling herself in thinking she could have Andy again.

As the girl was drying her hair with an extra towel, two voices were coming from behind the door.  The girl chalked it up to the TV. Andy was probably watching TV.  Brooklyn was sure of this,  so sure that when she rounded the corner to head downstairs to grab her bag of clothes (which she forgot to bring with her upstairs) her eyes widened at the site.  The source of the voice was Juliet,  and not only that,  but she was screaming at Andy.  Brooklyn opened her mouth so she could speak to defend Andy,  not even herself,  but Andy beat her to it.  The scream and roar of Andy voice made Brooklyn yelp,  catching her off guard, and she winced as if it were painful to hear. Once the slam of the door was the only sound left of Juliet  vibrating through the air,  Brooklyn heard Andy sigh. The girl timidly walked over to where Andy was. She knew she was only dressed in a towel,  but her voice was soft.  “I-Im sorry.  I'll just call Lexie to come get me... I uh,  don't want to be any more of a problem to you.” Brooklyn sighed,  walking past Andy and shuffling her bag,  she walked to the downstairs bathroom and got changed in her clothes from earlier.

Brooke saw that Andy was in the same spot she left him. Walking up to him,  Brooklyn placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “You alright?”  The girl piped up to ask. 

[andrew-blackwell]

Andy had gone upstairs to take a shower and clear his head. Afterwords, he got dressed in some boxers and pajama pants, his dog tags dangling around his neck. He didn’t bother with a shirt. It was too hot. When he came back down, Brooklyn was roaming around aimlessly. Although, he was pretty sure she was trying to find him. He didn’t bother with awkward small talk. 

“Would you mind staying the night? I don’t really feel like driving right now.” He said rather outright. His tone was serious, and a tad bit stressed. But aside from that, it held no other emotions. He got a glass of water for himself, taking long gulps of the cold liquid. He really needed to stop thinking about it all. 

[brooklyn-stfu]

Brook was preoccupied looking at a painting hung on the wall when Andy snuck up on her,  his voice causing the girl to jump,  a little bit startled. Brooklyn turned to face Andy,  who was now getting himself some water.  The girl couldn't help but share a little too long  at Andy's chest,  her eyes scanning over his tattoos that lined his arms and chest. 

Upon the question, Brooklyn averted her eyes to Andy.  “Uh,  sure no I don't.  That's fine.  It's supposed to be a bad storm out tonight.  Rain and thunder.”  Brooklyn commented, not even realizing she was still in her bathing suit.  “Uh,  do you mind if I shower?  I have a spare set of clothes with me... but I just need something to sleep in.” Funny how just last year Brooklyn would be asking Andy to shower with her,  teasing him.  Yet there they were,  Brooklyn asking if it was okay to even shower. 

[andrew-blackwell]

Andy ran a hand through his hair. It was longer now. “Fuck.” He mumbled to himself, closing his eyes tightly. He was trying not to completely lose it. Brooklyn gently began to coo soft comforting words to him. She promised to keep quiet about it, but that only made him even more uneasy. The fact she even though he would do that. He was always upfront and honest about things, especially in a relationship. He wouldn’t lie to his girlfriend. Only- things were already rough enough at the moment. Juliet would strangle him. 

He let out a heavy sigh, and Brooklyn spoke once more. His eyes shot open, but he didn’t face her. She missed him? But she was the one… No. He couldn’t even think about this. It didn’t matter. They were not a thing anymore. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He mumbled, brushing her off. He got out of the pool and went inside. He really wasn’t in the mood for driving her home, but he wasn’t going to make her walk. He could have her stay over. But that’d be even worse. He had to get past this all somehow. Maybe building a tolerance was the best way.

[brooklyn-stfu]

What was once a playful mood switched gears in an instant. Brooklyn took note of how Andy’s demeanor changed, and she could only imagine how many times he cursed himself in his own mind for what he just did. Brooklyn swam shortly after Andy himself got out of the pool. She walked towards where Andy left her towel, drying herself off quietly and ringing out her hair.

The old Brooklyn would know how to comfort Andy, but she was unsure now as to what she should do. After a few moments, Brooklyn gathered her things in her backpack. She still donned the bathing suit, since it was dry already--that’s how hot it was outside. Her hair was a little damp, only because it was thick.

Stepping quietly inside, as if a noise would startle Andy, Brooklyn wandered through the house and stumbled upon the kitchen. Navigating through the cabinets, Brooklyn didn’t feel like asking Andy where the glasses were, only because that would one, involve talking to him and two, she didn’t really think he was in the mood. Finally, Brooklyn got herself a cup of water before placing her bag on the chair in front of the marble island. Brooklyn wanted to call out his name, but instead she just walked around the house exploring.

[andrew-blackwell]

Andy could feel Brooklyn pressing her body against his. His grip on her tightened. He could feel her every curve. The way her breasts pressed against his chest. They were so soft… The look she gave him was driving him mad. Her blushing cheeks, and the way her eyes were filled with a shy, but desperate desire. 

Her leaned in, his breath hot, smelling strongly of alcohol and peppermint. His teeth bit down on her lower lip, grinding it between as he tugged it roughly. Finally, he kissed her. He stole every intake of breath she took. But then it hit him. He pulled back quickly. His eyes were wide. “Shit!” He exclaimed, worriedly. He looked like a kid who ate a cookie, forgetting that it was before dinner time. “Uh…um! T-That..”

[brooklyn-stfu]

Brooklyn’s skin was on fire, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. He smelled of cologne, peppermint and hair gel. Her eyes scanned over his lips, his lip ring. Brooklyn craved his touch, and wanted so badly to give in to his temptation.

What happened next, Brooklyn was not prepared for. Andy grabbed her lower lip in between his teeth, causing Brooklyn to smirk. The all too playful manner of Andrew returning to Brooklyn’s muscle memory. And then, Andy kissed her. The way his lips felt on hers electrified Brooklyn. A shockwave came over her body, and she was stunned. Naturally she leaned into his kiss, her body on fire. Brooklyn didn’t realize how heavy she was breathing until Andrew pulled back, exclaiming. Fuck. Brooklyn covered her face briefly, before looking at Andrew. 

“Hey, shh. It’s okay.” Brooklyn whispered trying to comfort the boy. “I-I won’t say a word. I promise.” Brooklyn bit her lower lip, after her tongue trailed her bottom lip where Andy’s lips just were. How much she wanted his lips to be back on hers again. “I-I missed that. I missed you.” Brooklyn sighed, mumbling. She kind of half hoped that Andy didn’t hear her confession.

[andrew-blackwell]

Andy smirked down at her, rolling his eyes at her splashing attempts. “Yeah, but you’re really damn cute that way.” He smiled widely, wrapping his arms around her waist. He leaned down, and mumbled. “Everything about you is absolutely fucking adorable.” 

He couldn’t help himself. She was just so goddamn cute. It drove him insane. He wasn’t sure how he contained himself from having sex with her. “You’re really hot.” He growled, his face a bit close for comfort.

[brooklyn-stfu]

Brooklyn felt her skin ignite as Andy wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer in the water. Brooklyn bit her lower lip, the blush evident on her cheeks. Looking up at him, Brooklyn forgot how to breathe, his words ringing in her ears. “Oh, really?” Brooklyn whispered, closing in the space between their bodies, noticing how close his face was to her own.

“Oh, am I now? Well, so are you.” Brooklyn purred, her stomach doing flips and suddenly her heart was in her throat.

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[brooklyn-stfu]

and I wish you could give me the cold shoulder,

and i wish you could still give me a hard time

and i wish i could still wish it was over

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[andrew-blackwell]

“And what if I do?” And retorted seductively, approaching her at an agonizing pace. She went off behind the bar and changed, to which his eyes followed- hoping to snatch a glance of her changing. When she waltzed back out, she was clad in a pink string bikini. Seeing her exposed like that really excited him. Her body was so very tantalizing, it killed him. 

She jumped into the pool, but when she resurfaced, she began to worry about her makeup running. Andy laughed at her. He slipped inside the house, ditching his pants and boxer and putting on some swim trunks. He came back with some towels, throwing a small one at her. “Here.” He said as he tossed it to her. “You can wipe your makeup off with that.” Andy slid into the pool, enjoying the cool water. It was hot in California, and this gave some relief. 

[brooklyn-stfu]

Brooklyn could feel Andy’s eyes on her, which she loved. Brooklyn had to keep it casual, forcing herself to jump into the pool. The girl was thankful for the towel, wiping the excess make-up off her face. “Why thank you, sir.” Brooklyn spoke in a fake british accent before swimming to the side of the pool to place the towel which Andy had given her. 

Swimming around, Brooklyn made sure to splash Andy before ducking underneath the water and then popping back up to splash him again. “You have an advantage. I can barely stand in the 5 foot 4 part of the pool.” Brooklyn giggled.

[andrew-blackwell]

Andy really got a kick out of her reaction to the place. The way her eyes would glow with awe,  and her enthusiasm was endearing. He could just imagine how she’d react if he took her to his actual home in New York. 

He began to strip, undoing his shirt and throwing it aside. He kicked off his combat boots, and right when he had unbuttoned his jeans she turned to him to ask where to change. He flashed her a dashing grin. “You could always swim naked.” He purred. It actually seemed like he was serious. It was these moments that he enjoyed inciting her feisty reactions. 

[brooklyn-stfu]

Brooklyn tried not to stare at Andy being shirtless, but she probably did anyway. Whoops. Brooklyn smirked, rolling her eyes dramatically at Andy’s suggestion. “You wish, Blackwell.” She chuckled before making her way over to the bar and stripping behind it. Re-appearing, she donned a pink bathing suit, bikini style and nothing too fancy. 

“Surfs up, dude.” Brooklyn commented before pulling her hair in a bun and jumping into the pool. Submerged in the water, Brooklyn stayed underneath it for a few minutes so she could calm herself down. Trying to process that she was hanging out with Andy after everything still didn’t hit her quite yet.

Popping out of the water, Brooklyn wiped underneath her eyes. “Fuck, I probably look like either a raccoon or some emo kid.” Brooklyn giggled as she poked fun at herself, referring to her makeup.

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[andrew-blackwell]

Before Andy got in the car he responded to her, looking directly into her eyes with a demanding seductive glare. “Or I’ll punish you.” He replied in his deep voice.

He waited for her to choose, but then laughed her decision. How very Brooklyn of her. He turned off the main road onto the side streets, now driving towards the house. “That’s too bad.” He said, glancing at the bikini with a grin. It was only a few minutes before he pulled into the driveway. “It does have a pool. In the back. We can use it right now if you want.” He told her as he got out of the car and guided her into the back yard. It was rather nice. Not too overbearingly fancy, but still- pretty luxurious. It was no surprise that the drummer of his band made a healthy salary. They were a popular music group.

[brooklyn-stfu]

Brooklyn glanced over at Andy at his response, sticking her tongue out at him although the seductive glare set her insides ablaze.

“Okay, sounds good. And shut up, Blackwell.” Brooklyn giggled, nudging him slightly at his fake sadness that she had found a bikini. “A dip in the pool sounds lovely.” Brooklyn commented. Upon arrival, Brooklyn made sure to comment about how lovely the place was. “This is so cute,” Brooklyn noted as they made their way to the backyard. “Wow, this view is amazing.” Brooklyn pointed out, taking in the view from the pool, which was underground and jutted out of the mountain that the house was on top of, so you could get a good view of California. 

“It must be even more beautiful at night.” Brooklyn spoke as she glanced around the rest of the backyard. Now, it was time to change and the girl wasn’t sure if she should stay out there and strip down--not like Andy hasn’t seen her like that before--or just walk behind the outside bar that the house had. “I’ll just go get changed...” Brooklyn’s voice trailed. “Where exactly?” She asked, dropping her backpack to the ground as it slipped off her shoulder.

[andrew-blackwell]

Andy was leaning up against his polished, slick black mustang. He had his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He was wearing some combat boots, and a short-sleeve black button up shirt. His clothing was a bit different from before. It looked more…expensive. When he was in the wasteland, he took a step back from the high-life. But now, he was standing there in all his glory. Witts, wealth, and the charm of a male succubus. His blue eyes averted to Brooklyn as she spoke, gathering his attention. A smirk tugged at his soft pink lips, the sun causing his sliver lip ring to twinkle as his lips curled upwards. “Shut up and get in.” He ordered in an intimidating, but soft tone. He sounded playful- but one the other hand, one might suspect he’d spank her if she didn’t follow his order. Once inside, he revved the car’s engine and sped out of the campus. It was a miracle he didn’t hit any of the students. Glancing at her as he drove, he spoke. “What’ll it be? Sunset Avenue, the beach, or the house?” He asked her.

[brooklyn-stfu]

Brooklyn rolled her eyes playfully at his command. “Or what, huh?” She pushed the envelope as always, and today was not an exception. Brooklyn couldn’t help but to question if this was really happening. Brooklyn let out a laugh as he revved his engine, expecting nothing less from the boy. Andrew was still Andrew, which made Brooklyn feel comfortable. Glancing over at him, Brooklyn pondered her choices. 

“Hm, why not all three? But--if I had to pick, the house. Is there a pool? Because I didn’t pack my suit--unless you want to go back and I can grab it?” Brooklyn suggested, unzipping her bag to fumble through its contents. “Wait! I packed a spare.” Brooklyn held the two piece up before shoving it back into the backpack.

[andrew-blackwell]

The next day, Andy got up early. Last night, Juliet had thrown a whole fit about Brooklyn. She was so upset, they didn’t even sleep in the same bed together. In fact, she left this morning to continue her own tour. Normally, this would entertain Andy. But at the moment, it just annoyed and angered him. Juliet had such a bad attitude and it pissed him off sometimes.

He took a shower, got ready, and left the house he was staying at. It was Christian’s house- the drummer of their band. Most of the guys were out or busy, so he had the place to himself. He got in his car and drove over to the campus that Brooklyn was staying at. He called her phone, telling her that he was there.

[brooklyn-stfu]

Brooklyn was still beaming from last night, her heart fluttering each time her phone vibrated in hopes that it was Andy responding to her text. It took her months to get over the boy, and yet here she was eating out of the palm of his hand. Getting ready, her hair was in a high pony. Her jeans were now a pair of shorts that she wore on her hips, paired with a slightly baggy t-shirt that had the Guns n’ Roses logo on it--faded, of course. Brooklyn slipped her feet into her vans and threw her black backpack over her shoulder--the same one she had at the Wasteland. Her face was made up with solely winged eyeliner and mascara. Of course, the usual concealer and blush, Brooklyn tried hard not to over do it.

Waving good-bye to Lexie, Brooklyn made her way down the stairs upon Andy calling her. The girl didn’t bother to answer, but rather show up outside her dorm building. There he was, leaning against that same, stupid car that flooded Brooklyn with memories. The girl covered her eyes from the bright sun. “Andy, right? I think I remembered you from last night.” Brooklyn teased, walking up to the boy.