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Sorry, Charlie


I looked out and saw her beautiful blond head bobbing around in the crowd. She was always front row at every show. She was always at every meet and greet. She was always at every tour. She was my best friend. She was always there for me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The crowd was screaming for an encore and we obliged. They wanted us to play The Gun Sling so I put everything I had into my screams. I kept my eyes locked on that beautiful bond head. She finally realized I was looking at her and she smiled a big easy smile and waved shouting my name.

When the song was over I gave my goodnight speech to the fans and headed backstage apart from the rest of the band. There was a stage hand with a bottle of water waiting for me. “That’s funny normally I ask for vodka after my shows.”

“Water is better for you after a show, Mr. Biersack.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, okay. Vodka next time.”

“Yes, Mr. Biersack. Anything else?”

I took a long pull from the water bottle leaving it right at two thirds empty. Before I could reply she walked up.

“No, thanks, Go away now, please.”

The stage hand nodded and hurried off somewhere else.

“Andy, you really have to start being better to those poor people.”

“I’m nice when they bring me what I ask for, besides its not like I’m ever going to see that guy again.” I took another drink, crushed the bottle, and threw it into the nearest trash bin.

“Whatever. Karma is a, well you know,” she said with a coy little smile. It made her blue eyes twinkle under her black rimed glasses.

"No, I don't know. What is it?" I asked stepping closer to her until our faces were almost touching. This took some ducking down on my part, considering the large height difference.

The witty banter back and fourth was normal for us. We, in fact, are best friends, but my close proximity was unusual. You see, I just happen to be madly in love with her. I have been for years now. Only I am terribly cliche and I don't want to tell her in fear that it will ruin our friendship. But that didn't matter at the time. She just looked too irresistible with my face on her tiny black formfitting shirt. Her tight skinnies hugged her curves in the most flattering way. I had to do somehting about it.

"Andy," she breathed a little agitated.

I kept a cool smile when I said, "Sorry, Charlie."

"Andy," she said again. "What's going on?"

"Well, Charlie, I have something to tell you," I started and began leading her outside the back doors. The sky had seemed to open up since the show had started and rain was coming down hard. Soaking us to the bone. My hair was beaten into submission by the heavy drops and my makeup began running, more than likely in an unflattering manner.

I hadn’t planned for the rain, but past experiences told me that it wouldn't hurt. She was a succor for walks in the rain.

"And you have to drag me out in the rain to do it?"

I chuckled leaning against the chain length fence marking off the back of the venue. "Don't you know me at all?"

"Very true. So spit it out. This isn't going to lead into an argument is it? You know how I hate arguing. For real," She rambled, huddling up closer to me. It wasn’t exactly the warm kind of rain and it was making her eyeliner run down her cheeks in the most enticing way.

"I should surely hope not. I'm just going to shoot straight.

“Charlie, I love you. I have been in love with you for a very long time. I didn't want to say anything because I was a big cliche p**** and didn't want to ruin our friendship. But I just couldn't take it any more. I had to tell you. And I'm not very good at this overly romantic stuff.. you know my style.. but I love you and I want to be with you. And only you."

"Oh, Andy," she breathed.

I took that as a good sign and finally strummed up enough balls to do what I had been waiting to do since I was seventeen. I wrapped my arms around her shivering body and kissed her in the rain.


So Andy went from being a douche to a romantic douche. I love it. :') It brings tears to my eyes. haha


That's it. It's just a one shot. Sorryy.
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