I'm Not A Vampire - an Andley fanfiction

Matt

        A few days later I sat on the couch watching TV. Everyone else was at school still, but Ashley wouldn't let me go back just yet. He said I had to wait at least a week before going back there. Not that I minded much, anyway. It gave me more time alone with him ;) But right now, Ashley was hunting, and I was bored as hell. 
        "Why is there nothing good on TV when you need it?" I muttered to myself, turning off the TV and letting the remote fall from my hand onto the couch next to me. Ashley had told me not to leave the house when he wasn't there, but I really needed some fresh air to clear my head. And cigarettes. I had run out a few days ago, and I was dying for more. 
        Letting out a deep sigh, I pushed myself up off the couch and grabbed my wallet off the coffee table. I hated disobeying Ashley, but I just couldn't stay in this house alone a minute longer. I would go insane. Opening the front door with extreme caution, I slipped out and locked the door behind me. I set off down the street quickly, my eyes darting around nervously. I fully expected Ashley to jump out from the shadows and scold me for leaving the house. But he didn't, so I kept walking.
        The town gas station wasn't too far from the house, so I got there in no time. I walked in and quickly found the cigarettes I wanted. I got in line behind another guy, who I noticed was buying the same brand as me. When I walked up behind him, I saw his posture stiffen slightly, and he turned around to look at me. His blue eyes met mine, and he smiled. I blushed and looked down at my feet. I had to admit, the guy was hot. He had black hair that came down to about his chin, and the kind of smile that immediately made you want to open up to him and tell him all your deepest hopes and dreams.
        Snap out of it, Andy! I scolded myself as the guy turned around and stepped up to the counter to pay. You have Ashley!
        The guy paid and walked out of the gas station, but not before turning back around to give me one last look. This one made me flush an even deeper red, and go stiff in a few choice locations. I quickly turned away and put my cigarettes on the counter. But just as I was pulling out my wallet to pay, the girl behind the counter shook her head. "Keep your money. Someone else already payed for you," she said, jerking her thumb toward the door.
        "Oh, thanks," I muttered, more than a little surprised at that. Sure, maybe he gave me a couple flirty smiles, but to actually pay for my cigarettes? 
        "Have a nice day," she called as I walked out the store.
        I muttered something unintelligible as I hurried out. As I was walking back in the direction of home when the sudden sound of a voice behind me made me jump. "Hey."
        "Oh, um, hi," I said as I turned around to find the guy from the gas station leaning against the brick wall of the building and smiling at me. "You're, uh, the guy who bought my cigarettes."
        "Yeah, but I normally go back Matt," he replied, shrugging off the wall and held out his hand. "Matt Good."
        "Andy Biersack," I shook his hand. When our skin made contact, a slight shock went through me, like static electricity.
        "Well, Andy Biersack, would you care to join me in a smoke?" he asked, pulling out his own pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
        I bit my lip, debating. I really had to get home for some reason, it was urgent. But I couldn't remember what it was, with Matt's ocean-blue eyes on mine. And if I couldn't remember what it was, then it wasn't important, right? Not important enough for me to leave Matt so soon, right? "Sure," I replied, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with my own lighter.
        We smoked in silence until Matt finally spoke. "That's a wicked shiner you got there, Andy," he said, motioning to my eye, which was still black from a few days before. "Get into a fight."
        I shook my head. "Not really, I'm not much of a fighter. It was more like I got beat up."
        Matt frowned. "Holy hell. By who, if you don't mind me asking?"
        "Some jock at my school," I shrugged dismissively. "I'm used to it, really. It happens all the time."
        "You say that like it's no big deal."
        "Cuz it's not."
        "I don't know about that," he examined me carefully. "Someone as beautiful as you, getting beat up so often, it's a crime."
        I felt myself blush deeply. "I really don't think they've actually made a law against that." I was rewarded with a laugh from Matt, which immediately made me feel warmer. God, his laugh is so beautiful I thought. Immediately after, I was struck with a strange sense of guilt. But i just shrugged it off, not being able to trace it to a cause.
        After that, we talked for a good hour. Just about random stuff. I found out we had the same taste in music and pretty much everything else. "Hey, Matt," I said after a while. "Thanks for the cigarettes again. I definitely owe you one."
        Matt just shook his head at me. "No you don't, man. Ashes to ashes, you know?"
        Ashes....I thought to myself, then felt my stomach drop. "OHMIGOD ASHLEY!" I yelled, dropping my cigarette.
        "Who's Ashley?" Matt asked, confused.
        "M-my boyfriend," I stuttered, racked with guilt. Here I had been, sitting here flirting with Matt for over an hour, and Ashley was probably sitting at home, worried sick about me. "I-I left to buy some cigarettes and...oh my god he's going to be so pissed!"
        Matt looked at me, and I thought I saw a hint of disappointment in those aquamarine eyes. "You have a boyfriend?"
        "Yeah and he's probably freaking out!" I bit my lip. "I'm so sorry, Matt, but I really have to go. I don't have my cell and he has no idea where I am."
        "Can I at least walk you home?" he asked, dropping his cigarette on the ground and stomping it out. "I really have nothing else to do."
        "Yeah, sure," I didn't really see the harm in it. 
        "Cool," he smiled at me, and with that we started walking back.
        When we reached the house, I stopped. "This is mine," I said with a smile, motioning to the house.
        Matt stiffened slightly, and his nostrils flared as if he were sniffing the air intently. "Y-you live here?"
        I raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior. "Uhh, yeah I do. Hey listen, I had a cool time today. You're a great friend to talk to. You wanna maybe hang out again tomorrow?"
        "Yeah, sure," he was still casting an evil eye at my house. "Can we do it at my house? This neighborhood kind of freaks me out."
        I couldn't imagine why, but I agreed. We said our goodbyes, and I started up the front steps. "Bye, Matt!" I called one last time. 
        "See ya, Andy," he replied. "Hey, be careful, alright?"
        "Umm, yeah sure," I said, confused by how weird he was acting, then walked inside.
        As soon as I shut the door behind me, I heard the sound of rapid footsteps from the living room, then was thrown back a few steps as I was tackled by Ashley. "ANDY!!!" he yelled, hugging me tightly. "There you are!! I've been worried sick!!!!"
        I flinched and hugged him back, hating the knowledge I'd made him worry. "I know, I'm sorry Ashley...."
        "Where have you BEEN?!" he demanded, pulling back and looking me over carefully, as if he were checking for gaping wounds gushing blood. 
        "I-I went to the g-gas station," I stuttered, wondering if I should tell him about Matt, but deciding against it. 
        "The gas station?" Ashley repeated, as if he didn't believe me. "For almost two hours?" he cocked his head at me, then leaned forward and inhaled deeply. "You smell weird...."
        "I-I was smoking," I admitted, knowing he hated it when I smoked.
        Ashley shot me a distrusting look. "Yeah, that must be it...." he muttered, like he wasn't convinced. But he smiled a moment later and kissed me. "Just don't do that to me ever again, baby."
        "Mmm," I kissed him back passionately, relaxing immediately at the feel of his lips on mine. "I won't, Ashley."
        "You're gonna have to make it up to me, you know," he murmured flirtatiously in my ear. "After making me worry so much."
        I felt his hand grab my ass, and couldn't help but giggle slightly. "I'll do more than make it up to you, Ashes."
        "Good," he purred, and grabbed my hand, pulling me upstairs. I followed obediently, sweeping all thoughts of Matt temporarily from my mind.
        Temporarily, that is.