(23) Talk.Talk.Talk

Two strong arms wrapped around me, making me frown and glare at Adam. "Let me go!"

"No." He tightened his grip around me, "Never."

"Wha-? Dude!" I did my best on pulling my hand out of his grip, but it's not working.

He must be using steroids.

"Dude! Please!" I stopped struggling, "You know that we have -no, we must know the reason why he's here... we need to..."

Piercing his lips, he nods slowly and gripped my wrist instead.

That's better.

"Come on." I muttered as we walked back towards the place where Andy was.

The blonde haired piece of crap grinned when he saw us.

Once we're near him, he pulled me out of Adam's grip and started hugging me tightly.

Choking I pound on his back, "I... can't breath... you moron!"

Chuckling, he stopped squeezing the air out of me and whispered, "I missed you so much, Emmy!"

Sighing, I hugged him back and smiled, "I missed you too, Andy."

I'm not going to lie and say that he looks like shit, because he's not. He's actually a piece of art, with his blond