Imagine #9: Lazy Day

                                    

                                          
Author's Note
Eyy I'm back to the paper on this book! Any newcomers, please check out my other books, Pop Punk High, Bandom Games, and The Last Of The Real Ones. 💜 And, the above picture is mine! Since this is the first update on one of my books since I've seen them, I'll give some highlights of the night in the comments. I put a lot of pictures up on my Instagram account, @/JstPatrickStumpThngs. 
                          
Now I hope you enjoy the imagine! 
                          
!Andy Imagine! 
                          
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I groaned as the horrid sleep-interuppter went off, 
Well at least until it didn't.
I opened an eye in confusion.
                          
Andy was lying next to me with a small smile plastered on his face. One problem. He should've been at the studio already. 
                          
"Andy? What are you doing here?" I question as I tiredly rub my face. 
"Shh," He put a finger to his lips. "I already called your boss. We're having a lazy day." 
"B-But," I started but didn't really want to argue, after all, who wouldn't want to spend a whole day doing nothing with your wonderful husband.
                          
"Okay." I huffed, giving in. 
"How does breakfast, then a movie sound?" Andy suggested. 
"Perfect. I smiled. 
                          
I started to get up to make some food but Andy gently pushed you back down. 
"Now, now, who said you were getting out of bed?" He smirked. 
I looked up questioningly but didn't do anything except sink back into the bed. 
"Alright. And how do you plan on me being able to eat cereal in bed?" I countered. 
                          
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Andy answered, obviously hiding something as he walked out the door torwards the stairs. 
                          
"How did I get so lucky?" I say to no one and just smile. 
                          
After a few minutes, Andy came back up with two bowls of cereal on a cookie pan. He grunted as he pushed the door open and focused on not spilling the food. 
                          
He set the pan down at the foot of the bed before carefully joining you and then picked the pan back up and set it in both of your laps before smiling at me. 
                          
"The bridge is well built." I laughed and took the spoon in my hand. 
"Ah, ah, ah. We still have to pick a movie." He said as he put his hand on my arm. 
                          
"How about... The Young Blood Chronicles?" I asked hopefully. 
"Again? Alright." He said as he opened YouTube on the TV and pulled up YBC. The intro music started and I could finally eat. 
                          
Lazy days are the best. 
                          
Author's Note 
This is short but fluffy!