Savior

Andy's POV

"Black Veil Brides is going on tour!" I spat out without thinking. I regretted every word as soon as theu left my mouth.

"Why did I tell her? Why? I'm so fucking stupid! I started that fight for a reason!" I thought to myself as I slumped onto the couch. Batman was still playing in the background. My heart sunk.

"I--" She paused for a moment. I heard someone whining in the background; I'm guessing it was Jack.

"Oh God they're about to have sex." I realized. The smile that always appeared when I heard her voice suddenly dissapeared as I pictured then together.

Instead of us.

"That's awesome! I'm so happy for you!" She continued with fake enthusiasm. I heard her voice quiver as she finished, " Bt hey, I have to go, maybe I'll go see one of your shows! Okay, see you bye!" She hung up before I could say a word.

All I wanted was to take it back. To laugh it off and yell, "Just kidding! Gotcha there!" but it was too late. In less than a day I would be gone, and she would be with him. He would be the one to comfort her. To hold her while she cried. To be there for her when she couldn't be.

He was more important than me. She loved him.

I was the friend. I was just the shoulder to cry on.

Jess's POV

I placed the keys in the ignition, undid both of the brakes, and waited for the engine to cool down. I was still at a stop when the traffic light went green. The cars around me swirved to pass while I remained completely still. I had no where to go. I had messed everything up. My friendship with Andy was tense at best and my relationship wait Jack was far from existent.

I was still alive and no one even knew.

No one cared.

After what seemed like hours of me arguing with myself, a police officer walked up to my car.

Man did he look angry.

After rolling down my window he asked what I thought I was doing in the middle of the road. All I could do was shrug.

My body was numb. My mind tired from caring.

He told me to get where I was supposed to be, or he wold give me a ticket. He probably noticed the tears in my eyes. Or maybe he was just tired from caring too.

My foor reached for the accelerator and I drove off as if nothing had happened. I wasn't sure where I was going, but my body knew the route by heart.

Eventually I reached a familiar driveway. My eyes stung as the few remaining tears dripped down my cheeks. I stepped up the walkway and grabbed the spare key from above the door frame. Memories shot around in my head, eager for their turn to be remembered.

We had just come back from a concert. It was a secret show played by a band who still, regardless of the fact that they were touring, didn't have a name. During the show the lead singer asked if we had any ideas.

"FALLOUT BOY!" He had shouted. I lasughed and nudged him, understanding the reference.

We had been watching a simpsons marathon leading up to the show. The bassist rolled his eyes and started the next song, but the rest of the band phondered it while they played.

We left the show that night, sweaty and filled with adrenaline, and headed to his house. I was too young to drive and in turn my parents believed that I was too young to go to concerts (when in all reality they were just too lazy to drive me themselves.) When I asked him if he would take me he agreed right away, although his parents did not.

So he snuck me out.

We reached his house and he took the spare key from above the door frame. He instructed me on where to step and when, in order to avoid the creaky spots. I followed.

That was the first night where we both truly trusted each other.

That was the beginning of our friendship.

I twisted the key and the lock clicked. I opened it, not caring whether or not he heard me, and walked towards the stairwell. I knew exactly where to step to avoid making much noise, but I didn't really care.

I reached his room and slowly opened his door, afraid of what I would see inside. Afriad of how he would react.

I walked up to the bed just as he shifted onto his back. I crawled on, quickly wiping the stray tears that fell from my eyes. I laid down next to him and rested my head on his chest.

He was so warm.

I sat for a few minutes, simply listening to his breathing. It was slow and calm; although once in a while he would quiver a bit and it would change to shaky and distressed. Like he had been crying.

My heart felt like it was being crushed. This was my fault. He was upset because of me.

I wrapped my arm around his stomach and squeezed a bit to try and calm him. He inhaled quickly and his eyes shot open. He noticed me and immediately they filled with sadness. They were red, like mine.

But in that moment, I could've sworn he smiled as well.

"Jess?" He asked, moving to look at me closer. I just nodded into his chest. He pulled me closer to him as he wiped the tears that were continuing to cascade down my face.

I don't think I've ever cried that much in my entire life.

"please...don't leave me Andy." I pleaded into his embrace.

He took a breath and squeezed me tighter, "never."

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