The show finished around 11pm. Me and Andy walked out of the venue, my ears were ringing so badly after we got our bags from the desk.

"Was this your first concert?" Andy asked me, hearing his voice was different to it screaming in my ear, I smiled. He had a nice voice.

"Yeah, you?"

"Unless you count bananas in pyjamas as a concert..."

I bursted into laughter and made my way with him down the street. We talked the whole way to the station, about who knew who at school, how I'd get along well with his step brother, who I think was named Bradie. Andy was an overall great guy and I was kind of overwhelmed. I went from having no friends to Andy fucking Clemmensen (we discussed our last names and where we were from. He's part Danish, which was kinda cool)

We sat together on the same train for the way home, three hours on a train, coated in sweat, looking and feeling like shit. Tired as hell. But he didn't seem to look as shit as me, which sucked, fuck him and his attractive looks.

There really wasn't much to say, since we were so tired, three hours on a train really brought all the hype down.

"Hey" Andy spoke randomly, I opened my eyes and looked at him, he smiled at me.

"Did you want me to walk you home? I missed my stop anyway"

"What!?" I sat up, not even realising I fell asleep, there were only three stops till my stop. I was freaking out.

"Dude, calm down. All I did was ask a question" he laughed, I looked at him, smiling. It was one of those things, where you see their face or they say something and you can't help but smile, then there's a part of you slapping yourself for it.

"Well you can stay over, I guess. Just because you want to walk me home doesn't mean I want you walking back to your house alone. I mean, it's 2am"

"That sounds good. I don't think I could walk from yours anyway, too far" he laughed with a slight giggle, I smiled at him, again. I felt like such a girl. I needed to snap out of it.

It was an hour walk back home due to the soreness of my muscles all over, I was lucky I had remembered the keys, and my Nokia didn't have one text from my mum or dad, oddly enough. I lead Andy through to my room then closed the door behind him, he went straight to my guitar, pointing to it

"You play?"

"Yeah"

Andy nodded in approval looked at my cd collection, smiling wide, also in approval, I suppose. He sat on my bed. My crazy imagination kinda wanted to get on top of him and kiss him, but no, that'd be ridiculous of me.

He ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair and bit his lip before chucking.

"You look like a douche standing there, we should get in bed"

"Dunno what douchier, me standing here or you just meeting a guy and asking him to get in bed with you" I smirked.

"I'm bisexual if that helps" Andy said, not even really responding to what I said. But I guess it made sense?

"I don't care" I laughed.

"You might"

"Well I don't. And I'm about to get changed in front of you" I spoke casually as I took my shirt and pants off, sliding boxer shorts and my daggy shirt on.

"Yeah, and if you weren't interested in me, you would've acted weird about me saying I'm bisexual. So conclusion, you're gay, or bisexual, too" he smirked. He thought he was so smart, I laughed.

"You're wrong. I believe sexuality is fluid." I sat next to him, he smelt like sweat, but the good kind.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't care what's in your pants. If I find you attractive and love your personality, then that's all that matters"

Andy just nodded, as if he had learned something new.

"We get deep in conversation at 3 in the morning" he giggled, I smiled and moved, getting under the covers, he just watched.

"We should sleep then" I suggested, Andy shook his head with a chuckle, as if me wanting to sleep was amusing to him.

He got in bed in only his underwear. I barely knew him, and he was only in his underwear

In my bed

And it felt comfortable, as if I had known him my whole life.

"You know. If I told you I wanted to kiss you when we hang out a month later from this moment, you'd think it was cute. But if I said it now, you'd think I was a creep"

I laughed and laid down next to him properly "you're lucky you're attractive and find you comfortable to be around, so no, I don't think you're a creep" I itched my lip awkwardly. I really wanted him to kiss me.

"No harm in a kiss, right?" I spoke softly, he smirked

"None at all"

"Good. Now kiss me" I grinned before I felt his fingers under the covers, grabbing a hold on my hip, giving me butterflies as his face inched closer and closer till our lips lightly touched, I breathed as we kissed softly, so slowly, so longing my heart was pumping blood straight to my cheeks to make me blush, my hands trailed to his soft chest as we continued to kiss, until he pulled away, his head rested against mine. I couldn't help but giggle, that was the best kiss, I had never experienced a kiss that felt that good. Andy was still a stranger to me, and I let him kiss me.

"Do you wanna cuddle?" He breathed against my lips, I nodded and turned my lamp off, snuggling into his chest with a sigh.

"I promise..." He said softly as he began to drift "I'm not going anywhere in the morning...I like it here"

Too bad I was almost fully asleep and couldn't respond.