No chapter for ages. I know. Sue me. The uploader wasn't working. Will update tomorrow. Just review please? Responses will be posted in an extra quotes chapter tomorrow
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After frantically brushing down my hair, I was ready, and I emerged from the room in a cloud of hairspray.
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee.
I traipsed down the hallway and reached for the kitchen door, pushing it open.
I moved to the bench, and reached out to grab a glass.
I didn't notice there was someone already there before I almost walked into him.
Andy.
He was sitting at the bench, phone in front of him.
Probably texting.
Boys. All The Same. Always texting..
Wait, no! It was the Sunday times, on his phone!
How cool was that!
I adjusted myself, and then noticed…
He had coffee!
Oh wow, yum.
He should know not to leave coffee unguarded like that.
Within a second my hand was around the mug, and the first sip of the golden goodness was down my throat.
Ahh, heaven.
And, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
"Hey!" Andy looked up at my assault.
"What?" I played innocent.
"You took my coffee!" He tried to look outraged, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
It was pretty nice coffee too.
"Uhmm, this?" I held up the cup, realizing that his lips had touched that rim…his lips…
He nodded profusely.
"Oh this? This is coffee?" I pulled a surprised face.
Ohey, who knew, I could've been an actor.
Andy looked at the coffee, and then back at me pointedly.
"You make a good coffee," I grinned, "It tastes nice."
He pulled a mock-angry face.
I started laughing.
He held the death stare for a few more seconds before beginning to laugh.
"I'm sorry," I looked up at him, pulling my best puppy dog eyes.
"No you're not, you coffee stealer!" His hand closed around mine, dragging the mug down with it.
I couldn't help but blush a bit as I felt his hand around mine.
This was freaking ridiculous, I could steal coffee but not hold his hand? Gawrsh.
Within a second the mug was at his lips and the rest of the coffee was gone.
"Aww, only 3 gulps!" he frowned, then burped loudly, "I hate you!"
He put his finger in the bottom of the cup, scraping out the remnants of the sugar.
Ooh, typical Andy.
"You'll learn to love me," I smiled softly, and he looked up.
Blue eyes met brown, and we simultaneously grinned.
"Soo, tour huh?" I tried to start up a conversation.
"Uhh, yeahh," Andy grinned awkwardly.
"How many places you got left?" I continued.
"A few," he laughed, " I lose track after the first couple."
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Hmm, maybe I could get more out of him with a normal question..one to get to know him better….not just normally?
You get me right?
"I don't really know you that well, so I'm just gonna go out there K?" I looked up at him.
"Uhhm, Okay?" He looked up at me, mock seriously.
"Just a question," I looked him dead in the face.
He smiled at me, and nodded.
"What's your favourite colour? I'm dying to know!" I grinned.
This was true actually, I wanted to know, coz, well, when it got to his birthday, and, it gave a lot away about a person.
At this, Andy looked up at me, actually serious, a sort of fire in his eyes.
"What?" he looked me dead in the eyes.
Oh shit. Whadidi say?
"Uhhm," I smiled nervously, "Your favourite colour?"
Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn't know that was a personal question.
I fidgeted with my hands and looked up at him again, ready to say sorry.
But he was smiling, his eyes smoldered, and then his hands covered mine.
"Nice question," he whispered, and before I knew what was happening, his lips were all I knew.
#####ANDY#####
She cared, she wanted to know me, the real me!
My god, I don't know what's coming over me, I just want...I just wanted her.
Well hey, at least she wasn't running away!
My hand traced the side of her face, and I felt her give in and fall into me.
Our lips moved together, tracing out a pattern only we knew.
Mouths molding perfectly, heated and passionate, but all so calm, so sweet.
Our hands knotted together.
And it felt right.
#####DENI#####
Andy Clemmensen held me, and kissed me so much softer than I thought he could have.
The meaning, and the depth, his lips told a story.
Chapter by chapter we traced, and I fell, harder than I've ever fallen.
Fuck, Andy Clemmensen was it.
It felt like so much more than it was.
Our hands clasped together, hot, tight, and reaching…
And in a minute, it was gone.
He pulled back, panting, and looked me in the eyes.
A small smile graced his lips.
His fucking incredible lips.
"My favourite colour is Dark Green." he smiled, and pulled my hand.
"Let's watch Spongebob."
Wait…What?
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Yep, that's all folks. See you tomorrow! And don't kill me for being mushy or anything, I'm 16 now, I can write this stuff :D. Haa, replies tomorrow! And thank you all you fucking incredible people. x Tk.