ANDY BIERSACK.
I walked into my house, tossing my keys on the door side table and slipped off my boots, my eye catching the blinking from my answering machine. I stepped closer to the door side table, looking down at my answering machine to see I had two new messages. I pressed play, listening to the first message. "Andy! I heard you're back in Cincinnati," came the voice of my high school friend, Chance Kilgour and I smiled, I haven't seen him in quite some time, "Well I'm flying in tomorrow to visit the rents, so we should catch up and hang out like old times. Give me a call."

I skipped the message, making a mental note to call him back before I listened to the second message, only to wish I hadn't. "Hey Andy, listen can you call me please. I really want to talk to you. Maybe we can work things out. Please call me." Scout Taylor-Compton, my ex-girlfriend and the one I hooked up with after leaving Addison almost two years ago.

It was the beginning of my senior year, Addison's sophomore year, when the school's Principal Mr. Rudnick had come to her in the first week of school asking if she would tutor a senior boy in Biology. Apparently he had failed it the year before and he needed to past the class if he wanted to graduate. Addison had agreed, but didn't actually want to when she found out who she was to be tutoring. Jason Harlow was the senior's name and he was one of the pieces of shit that roamed the halls, picking on just about everyone that he didn't think was worthy to be in his presence. I just happened to be one of the unfortunate people that had to deal with his constant bullshit almost every single day since I was a sophomore. He made fun of me and he and his friends beat me up on more than one occasion because I wore eyeliner and dressed like what he considered to be an "emo" kid, whatever the fuck that is. I practically begged Addison not to tutor him and she didn't want too, but bit her tongue and decided just to get through it as quickly as possible.

Over the next couple weeks, Addison and Jason had spent a lot of time together. She went to his house, he came to hers and they spent about an hour and a half after school two days a week in the library working on his Biology. The amount of time they spent together really bugged me and it didn't help when they had started to act like they were great friends. Addison had sworn to me that there wasn't any relationship between them because she was just trying to be civil toward him. She would never consider him a friend because of the way he treated me and told me that I had nothing to worry about. Her reassuring words helped, but didn't make me any less uneasy about them being together a lot.

About three weeks after she started tutoring him, I was still on edge and it had started to affect my relationship with Addison which was making it worse. We had gotten into several arguments over it which would end with her talking me down calmly, swearing to me that she wouldn't be tutoring him much longer. It was Monday after school when I went to the library to cut short Addison's tutoring session with Fuck-Face Harlow because I wanted to go home. I walked in, looking around a bit till my eyes had landed on Addison's bright blue and black hair and I headed over to their table only to be stopped in my tracks as I stared in disbelief. Addison was going over something on his Biology homework when Jason had placed a hand on the side of her face, turning her face toward his and pressed his lips against hers. My eyes had widened and what made it worse was Addison didn't pull away and Jason was looking at me over her shoulder with a smug look on his face. I couldn't stand to see what was happening before me, so I had turned and stormed out of the library in a very foul mood.

Addison had caught up with me in the hall about a couple minutes later and tried to explain what happened, swearing she played no part in that kiss. I on the other hand didn't want to listen to what she had to say and wanted nothing to do with her at that point, so I ended our relationship. Some say I overreacted, but at the time, I didn't think so nor did I care since I just felt so betrayed by my girlfriend, who was also my best friend. It wasn't till later when it was too late to fix what I had done that I learned that the reason Addison didn't pull away was that she was frozen in shock. What I wasn't around to witness was Addison pushing him away before she freaked out and bitch slapped him across the face. If I only had stuck around a little longer, I would have never given up my relationship with Addison. I would have never hooked up with Scout as a rebound to take my mind off of Addy and the love I have for her.

I know that it was a really fucked up thing for me to do, hook up with someone who was a friend of mine and Addison's and it looked really bad. I'm pretty sure there were at least ten people that thought I was cheating on Addy with Scout and used Jason kissing her as an excuse to break up with her so I didn't look like the bad guy. That wasn't the case though since I would never cheat on Addison, I was just being stupid and not thinking clearly.

After all that bad shit happened with Addison, the next few months were horrible. Adam and I had gotten into a pretty bad fight and Scout would try to interact with Addison which would trigger huge arguments between her and Izzy. Iz hated when Scout tried to act like nothing was wrong even though she was dating Addy's ex-boyfriend because while Scout wanted things to be normal, Izzy told me that it was just tearing Addison even more apart inside. Addison did her best to avoid me at all costs and wouldn't even acknowledge my presence when I hung around with everyone. Once I graduated with Scout and our friend Chance, she cut me out of her life completely. I basically never saw her again since I went off to California for a while to work on getting my band to where we are now. Now that my band and I have come back to Cincinnati, I'm kind of hoping things could go back to normal with my old friends, but for that to happen, I have to get Addison to allow me back into her life… or maybe just her field of vision.

I groaned before I erased the message from Scout, that's one person I won't be calling back, and headed upstairs to my bathroom where I turned on my shower and stripped out of my clothes. I took a long shower before getting out, wrapping a towel around my waist and walked out of my bathroom while towel drying my hair with another one. I crossed the hall into my room and walked over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers. I dropped my towel on the floor and pulled on my boxers before opening the second drawer of my dresser. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, slipping them on before closing the drawer to my dresser. I buttoned and zipped my pants before grabbing a pair of socks out of the top drawer and sat on my bed to pull them on my feet. When I was done, I got up and walked over to my closet and slid open the mirrored door, looking for a shirt to wear. I pulled out just a plain black shirt and one of my leather jackets without studs, pulling my shirt on after tossing my jacket on my bed.

I walked out of my room and back into the bathroom to brush out my hair before just letting it air dry. I put on some black eyeliner around my eyes, bringing out their blue color even more before I headed back to my room. I grabbed my leather jacket off my bed and headed down to my living room and plopped down on my couch and sighed, trying to decide when I should head to my old high school. I just wanted to see the school, but I was hoping that when I went, I'd run into Addison and my friends that still go there. I looked at the Roman numeral iron wall clock my mom bought for my living room to see that it was going on eleven forty-five. I guess I could head over there in about fifteen minutes because if I remember correctly, lunchtime was around twelve thirty at that school.

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ADDISON.
I walked into my Visual Arts class with Adam, Izzy, and Clarissa and we all headed for the back of the room, taking a seat at one of the tables. The Art class was fairly large, one side of the classroom was lined with tables and chairs to work on and the other half was lined with stools and easels for when students would be doing painting projects. The walls were covered in artwork and it had hardwood floors, similar to the old classroom but there wasn't splattered paint on the floor. I loved this class, it always being my favorite and Mrs. Thompson was the best art teacher at this school. I had just sat down in my seat when Tyler came rushing into the classroom and looked around before he spotted us and rushed over. I smiled at him as he hurried over, "Hey Tyler," I greeted and he smiled at me.

Tyler Alexander Michael Henderson, yes, his name is really that long, was the third friend Adam and I had made when we started Middle School with Izzy. He was in Adam's first two classes of the day and he brought him to hang out with us at lunch and we all really liked the kid. Tyler is about an inch shorter than me, being five nine, and he's about to be eighteen next month on the twenty-fifth. He's very excited that he's almost done with High School and he's a great artist and bass player, been playing since he was three. He's also very good with computers, ever have a problem with yours, he's the one to call, and he's spectacular at making websites. His main passion is music and is hoping one day to be in his own band, making his own music which would be great since he's a very talented songwriter.

Tyler never really had tormentors growing up and it's mainly because he won't put up with people's bullshit about what they think is weird. Everyone has the right to be or look however they want and if someone has a problem with it, they should just ignore it. Not tear someone down just for being different. That is the reason that whenever I get into a fight for sticking up for myself, my brother or any of my friends, Tyler is always the first to back me up.

"Hey Addison, I've got something for you three," Tyler said pointing at me, Izzy, and Adam, "where's Alex?"

"Right here," Alex said as he strutted up and stopped, standing beside Tyler.

"Good, I have one for you too," he said as he removed his backpack and set it on the table.

"Ooo, a present," Alex smiled wide, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"What did you get us?" I asked, pretty intrigued.

"A CD", Clarissa said with a small sigh.

"You shush," Tyler said as he leaned over the table and pecked her on the lips, causing her to smile at him.

Clarissa Alice Summers, Tyler's girlfriend and they've been together since February of two thousand seven. They're relationship has lasted three and a half years and Clarissa is really hoping to be his girlfriend for many more years to come. She turned eighteen on the thirty-first of March and is highly anxious to start her senior year. You wouldn't know this unless you knew Clarissa before Tyler, but she use to be within the popular crowd. At least that was until she met Tyler when he was assigned to be her Algebra tutor by their Algebra teacher because she was struggling a little. At first she would brush him off, but the more and more she hung out with him, she started to like him. Tyler, who already had a thing for her had asked on a few dates to the movies and after a few refusals, she finally agreed. After that, she knew she loved him and couldn't have said yes faster when he asked her to be his girlfriend.

Clarissa's friends weren't so accepting of her decision to date someone who was, in their opinion, below her standards. Clarissa couldn't handle the things they said about him and basically told them to go fuck themselves. She gave up her popularity to be with him and Tyler couldn't be more grateful or any more in love with her. Clarissa does have times where she thinks she's superior or she opens her mouth and says the wrong thing at the wrong time. But because of what she did to be with Tyler, we all kind of look past the annoying parts of her personality. Although she does have her moments where she acts like a true friend like when she tried to cheer me up after Andy and I had our horrible breakup. The first thing she said to me after we all found out Andy started up a relationship with Scout was "I don't understand what Andy sees in Scout when you're obviously the better choice and plus you're more beautiful and interesting than that backstabbing tramp."

"Anyway, I was at work last night, restocking some of the CDs and when I opened up a box, this was what I found," Tyler said as he opened up his backpack and pulled out an unopened CD with Andy on the cover of it, causing me to sit up a little straighter in my seat as did Adam and Izzy. "And if I remember correctly, Black Veil Brides is the band our lovely friend Andy Biersack started several years ago and this would be him," he tapped the cover of the CD.

"They have an album?!" Izzy exclaimed as Tyler set the CD down on the table and slid it over to me, "How could we not know about this?! Oh Andy will be getting an angry phone call from me after school, I'm telling you that much," she threatened, causing us all to laugh a little.

"I talked to Papa Chris this morning and he told me about it," I said as I picked the CD up from the table and looked at it while everyone glanced at me, "he said it was just released at the end of July and I told him I was going to pick up a copy after school."

"Well I beat you to that," Tyler said as he pulled out three more copies of the album, handing each one to Adam, Izzy, and Alex.

"How much was it?" Adam asked and Tyler shook his head.

"I'm not telling because you don't have to pay me back. Just think of it as an early birthday present for you, Addison, and Iz and a late one for you," he said to Alex.

"Have you listened to it?" I looked up at Tyler and he nodded his head.

"Yes, it's a really awesome CD, I love it and if I also remember correctly, number…" he trailed off as he titled his head a little while he thought, "seven is the song he wrote for you."

My eyes widened a bit before I quickly flipped the CD over, fumbling with it a bit, but managed not to drop it and looked over the list of songs. Sure enough, there written as track number seven was The Mortician's Daughter, the song Andy wrote for me. It was the song that played in my mind when I dream about the times Andy would sing it softly while we lied on his bed or mine when we were alone. I felt Adam rub my back and I glanced at him to receive a weak smile and I returned it with a small one. "It's nice to see someone's boyfriend became very successful, huh?" Clarissa said.

"Baby," Tyler said in a sharp tone, "no," he shook his head.

"What?" she looked up at him confused by his tone.

"He's not my boyfriend," I said before I sighed, looking back down at the CD, "hasn't been for a long time."

"Sorry, Addison," Clarissa said and I glanced over at her to see an apologetic expression on her face.

I shook my head, "it's okay," I said as Tyler and Alex pulled two more chairs over to our table and sat down.

Our conversation was put to a halt as Mrs. Thompson walked into the room and greeted everyone, welcoming us all back to class. She took roll before talking a little bit about future assignments and projects before she let us talk amongst ourselves for the period. It was always like this on the first day back after summer vacation, the teachers would go over some stuff first before letting us do whatever we wanted as long as it wasn't leaving the classroom.

Once given the okay to talk amongst ourselves, Tyler started talking a little more about Andy's band, "you know, I looked them up a little last night and learned that Andy's the only original member left and the band just got off tour. Plus they have a music video on YouTube for their song Perfect Weapon."

I perked up as I looked at him, "really? They have a music video?" I asked and he nodded before I grabbed my backpack off the floor and set it on the table. I opened up the front pocket of my backpack and pulled out my iPhone, all of sudden very happy I had one. I slid my finger across the slide to unlock on my phone and tapped my finger on my YouTube app, opening it. I pulled up the search page looking at Tyler, "what is the song called again?"

"Perfect Weapon," he said and I nodded as I looked down at my phone and pressed on the search bar, bringing up the keyboard. I typed in Black Veil Brides Perfect Weapon and pressed search before waiting a few seconds as it pulled up a list of videos related to what I typed in. I pressed on the first video since it had OFFICAL VIDEO beside the name and my phone loaded the video, taking a few seconds to actually start playing it. Izzy leaned against me to watch the video as well as it started with the band mates getting ready by putting on stage attire like makeup, clothing, and accessories. That all stopped and the silhouette of I'm guessing to be Andy with longer hair lit up a cigarette. Then the video cut to what looked like a mirror with Andy in the left side corner and the band was in the background.

I smiled a little. Andy had changed quite a bit. His hair was a lot longer, his clothes seemed to have gotten tighter, and he wears ten times more makeup, but that might just be for his stage appearance. Now I fully understand why the kids at our school constantly gave him shit and called him a fag, emo, etc. for wearing makeup and black clothing. They were extremely jealous because while Andy was always cute and adorable, slap on the makeup and he was one of the hottest guys to walk this planet. Izzy managed to pull that thought right out of my head, "Oh my god, he's hot!" she exclaimed, leaning more against me.

I glanced at her with a pretty amused expression, "really, Iz? Really?" I smirked.

"What?" she looked at me with a weird look like doubting Andy's hotness was a crime, "he is," she said and I shook my head as I chuckled. "Oh come on, Addison. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me that you still don't fantasize about that boy pinning you down and having his way w—"

"Izzy, shut up!" I cut her off and she laughed.

"Sorry, but I still have that horrible memory of walking in on you two getting down and dirty."

"Izzy!" I shouted getting the attention of almost everyone in the classroom for a few seconds until they turned back to their own conversations. My face, I'm pretty sure, had turned completely red before I covered it with my hand.

"Wait, you had sex with Andy?" Adam asked, looking at me as I peaked at him through my fingers.

"He didn't know?" Izzy asked, looking at me very apologetically.

"No, no one knew. You wouldn't have even known if you didn't walk in on us," I said as I looked back at her, "it was a really personal situation that Andy and I shared and we wanted to keep it just between us because it wasn't really anybody's business that we were having sex."

"You know, I probably still would have known if I didn't walk in on you two because it wouldn't have been hard for me to noticed two of my best friends just lost their virginities."

"Oh my god," I covered my face with my hands and everyone laughed.

"Hell I knew and I didn't walk in on you two nor did you tell me," Alex said.

I dropped my hands and looked at him, "how the hell did you know?"

"The day in Algebra class freshman year when our teacher was running late. You were sitting on your desk, talking to me and Andy walked by, but ended up hanging out till our teacher got there. You two started making out and by the way he kept pulling you closer by your thigh. Yeah, let's just say it didn't take some serious rocket science to realize you two had taken that next step in your relationship."

"Okay, now that everybody knows about the sex life I used to have, can I actually watch the music video now?" I asked. I don't think it was possible for me to get anymore embarrassed than I already was. They all chorused a sure and I looked down at my phone, unlocking it again before starting the video over. It was a great video and I love the song. Andy was doing an excellent job with his band and all the hard work he's put into it seems to be paying off.

Once Perfect Weapon was over, I looked to see if they had any more music videos and found one for the song "Knives and Pens". I watched that video as well and that was the Andy I remembered with the shorter hair and less makeup, but still in tight form fitting clothes. When I saw the part of the video where the kid ripped the notes off his locker that read "KILL YOURSELF", "FAG", "EMO, go cut yourself", and "Makeup is for FAGS" really brought back all the times Andy and Adam got them. Especially, the day I caught the assholes that always did it to Andy.

I walked down the hall, heading back to class from the bathroom, but stopped in my tracks when I was coming up on my boyfriend's locker. I sighed and clenched my fists as I saw two boys taping notes to it that said some not very nice things about him. I walked swiftly over to them, nudging the taller one out of the way before I ripped the notes off Andy's locker. "Hey, what the hell?" said the one I nudged out of the way as I turned to glare at the both of them.

"You know you two should really get a fucking life and stop posting your personal opinions about yourself on my boyfriend's locker!" I snapped.

"You mean that fucking faggot freak actually has a girlfriend?" the shorter one smirked.

"Yeah, if only the same could be said about you two fags," I said before I started to walk away.

The taller one slammed his hand on the lockers, his arm blocking my path and I slowly turned my head to look at him, "no one calls me a fag," he said in a threatening tone. He may be tall, but he still wasn't taller than me.

"Well then maybe you should have thought about that before calling my boyfriend one," I said, not the least bit threatened by him, "now remove your arm from blocking me or I'll be forced to do it for you."

"I'd like to see you try," he smirked.

I glared at him before we were interrupted by a teacher, "hey, shouldn't you kids be in class?"

The kid removed his arm as all three of us looked at the teacher staring at us with his arms crossed over his chest. "Sorry, but I was on my way back to class when I saw these two thinking it was cool and funny to tape these to Andrew Biersack's locker," I said innocently as I walked the small distance over to the teacher. I handed him the pieces of paper I pulled off Andy's locker and he took them from me before I smirked at the two boys as they glared back.

He looked over the pieces of paper before he sighed, shaking his head, "well you get back to class, Miss," he said nicely to me before giving a stern look to the boys, "you two, Principal's office, now!" He led them away toward the office as I continued my way back to class, feeling victorious and highly proud of myself.

"Did you say his band just got off tour?" Alex said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I looked over at him before looking at Tyler as he began to speak, "yeah, they were on tour almost all summer and it ended like I think a few days ago. Whether they're back in Cincinnati, I do not know."

"They are," I spoke up and everyone looked at me, "Andy's car was parked out front of his parents' house this morning. Papa Chris said that they all just got in last night and Andy came over to visit and ended up crashing on their couch."

"Did you see him?" Izzy asked.

I shook my head, "no, I was outside when I talked to Chris and he said Andy was still sleeping."

"Oh," almost everyone said in unison and I shrugged before looking down at the table. I sighed before I picked up my backpack and slipped the CD into the main pocket, zipping it back up when I was done. I stayed pretty quiet and listened to them talk about Andy and his band, all really wanted to see him since it's been awhile. Andy hasn't been in Cincinnati for almost a year I think since he was out in California working on his music career. Plus, I know that's where Scout has been living now, but according to my mom, Scout and Andy broke up five months ago. I wouldn't mind hanging out with Andy, it being about a year and a half maybe longer since I've seen him. I'm really good at avoiding people when I really don't want to see them. But since I know my friends and Adam still love Andy and miss him, I guess I could put aside what happen so we could all hang out like old times.

When class was over, it was lunchtime and we all headed out of the classroom very quickly, all being a little hungry. We all took the stairs and headed down to the second floor, making our way toward the cafeteria and of course something just had to go wrong.

"Well, well, well, I was wondering when I was going to see Miss Badass, her weirdo friends, and her faggot brother," Chase Harlow said from his locker as we were walking by. I hadn't even noticed him and probably wouldn't have if he didn't open his fucking mouth to make his presence known.

Adam narrowed his eyes at him, "Really? You can't go one fucking day without calling me a fag?"

"Are you sure you're not the fag? Because I'm starting to think you're fucking in love with him since you put some much time and effort into trying to make him miserable," I said and Izzy laughed out loud, making Alex and Tyler laugh as Clarissa hid her face in Tyler's shoulder to stifle her own laughter.

"You know, sis. You might be right. I bet he is in love with me."

"You wish, but sorry, you're going to have to look for your perfect boyfriend elsewhere," Chase said with a smirk.

"Sorry, but I'm into pussy, not dick unlike you and your dumbass friends."

"You better watch it, Kauzer or me and my dumbass friends might just beat you down like the little girl that you are," he said as this argument started to spike interest in passing students.

"Oh yeah, you're a real tough guy, fighting me when it's five against one. Maybe you should try not being a little pussy bitch and fight me by yourself and then we'll see who the little girl is," Adam said as he advanced on Chase, but I placed my hand on his chest to keep him back.

"Why? So you can have your sister fight your battles for you when you lose."

"He doesn't need me to fight his battles for him when it comes to you or anybody else at this school. But you can't ever fight him one on one, so I just have to step in and make you look like a complete wuss by beating you down like the bitch that you are because you and your friends can't win a fight against a girl," I said before I glared at him. "But I'm telling you now, it's the last year we'll be at this school before we graduate, so keep you and your friends the fuck away from me, my brother, and my friends or I'll make your life a living hell to the point that you'll wish you never met me. My brother is not a faggot and it's about time you and your meathead friends got that through your thick skulls," I glared and he just smirked at me.

"You don't need to get so defensive when everyone here knows your brother's a faggot," Chase said while I placed my hand on Adam's shoulder and started to push him as I began to walk away with our friends following, "just like that faggot my brother caused to dump you." I stopped in my tracks and turned my head to glare at him as I could almost feel my anger boiling up in the pit of my stomach. Chase smirked a little and Adam placed his hand on my shoulder as an effort to remind me to stay calm, but I'm not sure if that's going to be possible. I continued to glare at Chase before he looked off to my left a little, his smirk widening as soon as he did, "well look at that, there's the faggot now, looking more girlish than ever," he said while shaking his head.

I narrowed my eyes before I turned my head, along with Adam and our friends and my eyes landed on Andy, who was standing there in his normal black attire and eye makeup. His hair was slightly different from what it looked like in the Perfect Weapon video, being layered short on part of the side of his head to where his ear was visible on the left side, but the rest was long, passing his shoulders a bit. I heard Chase chuckle as Andy locked his eyes with mine, "you know I wouldn't be surprised if you were fucking that bitch you dumped her for while the two of you were still together."

I saw Andy's eyes narrow into a glare as he looked at Chase before I turned my head toward Chase as well to see that he was smiling at Andy and my hands balled up into fists. I didn't hesitate another second as I brought my right fist back and slammed it into his jaw before I quickly slipped off my backpack, letting it drop to the floor. Chase stumbled back as he held his face, groaning in agony but I was about to make his pain a lot worse. I grabbed him by the back of his shirt with two hands and threw him head first into the lockers, several kids jumping out of the way. "Fuck!" he screamed. I went to grab him again but he grabbed a hold of me and slammed my back into the lockers, causing me to groan loudly in pain. Chase brought his fist back and went to punch me in the face, but I ducked, making him slam his fist into the lockers instead. "Son of a b—" I cut off his cry of pain when I slammed my shoulder into his stomach and tackled him to the floor.

The cheers and shocked groans of the students standing around watching seemed to finally penetrate my eardrums as I started to thrust my fist into his face. Chase had tried defending himself and managed to roll us over, getting a few hits in before I flipped him off of me so he was lying on the floor across from the top of my head. I did a backwards somersault to get back on top of him and straddled his waist before I grabbed the front of his shirt and started punching him again. It wasn't much longer before I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and I glanced over my shoulder to see Adam as I could hear a couple of teachers yelling to break it up. Adam lifted me off of Chase, but that didn't stop me from kicking and screaming as the audience of students started to scurry away. "Who's the faggot now, you fucking pussy?!" I screamed as Chase rolled over on his side, hugging his body while groaning in severe pain. "Adam, let me go!" I yelled trying to pry Adam's arms from around my waist.

My brother ignored me and headed down the hall to the main staircase, dragging me down them and out the front doors of the school and I wasn't positive if our friends were following or not. Once he pushed his way through the doors using his back and we were outside, he took me a few feet from the doors and set me down. I was still fuming, my body shaking with anger and I wanted so badly to run back inside, push away the teachers that were no doubt tending to Chase's needs and beat the crap out of him even more. Adam turned me around so I was facing him and held me by my upper arms, "Addison, calm down," he said, shaking me a bit as I breathed heavily while staring at the ground. I didn't want the furious glare I had for Chase to be something for Adam to see when I look at him. I took a few deep breaths, calming myself a little before I looked up at my brother as my face softened. "He's not worth it," he shook his head and I stared at him until my expression turned into one of pure sorrow and I broke down in tears.

I collapsed to my knees and doubled over as I wailed and covered my face with my hands. Adam kneeled down beside me, wrapping his arms around me and pulled me into him as he tried to sooth me by rubbing my head. "Shh, it's okay," he said as he rocked from side to side, making me rock back and forth as he did.

"Why did he have to bring up me and Andy?" I cried and Adam didn't say anything, just squeezed me tighter as he rested his head on the back of mine. We were like that for only a few minutes when I heard the doors of the school open before several pairs of footsteps made their way outside, but only one pair headed over to me and Adam.

Adam lifted his head to look up at this person as they stopped in front of us, "Addison needs to come to the office," came the voice of our principal, Mr. Rudnick.

"Can't you just tell her she's suspended and let her go home? I'll tell you everything that you need to know, just let her go home, please," Adam almost pleaded with him.

I heard Mr. Rudnick sigh, "fine," he said softly, "she's suspended for the rest of the week and can return to school on Monday. I want to see you in my office before lunch is over."

"Thank you," Adam said before Mr. Rudnick walked away and headed back into the school. I cried silently a little more as Adam continued to rub my head and back. When I had started to calm down, I lifted my head to see my friends standing close by with Andy standing in between Tyler and Alex with a very pained expression on his face. I locked eyes with him for a bit until he mouthed I'm so sorry while he shook his head a little and I looked back down at the ground. Clarissa stepped forward and kneeled down in front of me as I pulled away from Adam and sat back on my knees while wiping my eyes, smearing my makeup on my fingers. Adam stayed close, rubbing the side of my head and tucked my hair behind my ear as Clarissa pulled her makeup bag out of her backpack. She opened it before pulling out her little package of makeup remover wipes and used one to wipe off the makeup that was no dubitably smeared down my face.

"Thank you," I said barely above a whisper and she nodded, giving me a weak smile before putting her stuff back in her backpack as I stood up from the ground. I walked over to Izzy, avoiding eye contact with Andy and grabbed my backpack from her hand, thanking her for picking it up for me. I opened up the front pocket of my backpack and pulled out my car keys before tossing them over to Adam.

He looked at me, slightly confused, "aren't you going to need these to get home?"

"No, I'm going to walk," I said and his eyes widened.

"What?! You can't be serious. Addison, it takes us a half hour to get to school in a car depending on traffic, do you have any idea how long it's going to take you to get home on foot?" he asked and I shrugged, "hell, I might even make it home before you and we still have about two hours of school left. Plus, I have to wait for Melissa to get out at three forty-five."

I shrugged again, "so, a walk will give me time to breathe and calm my nerves," I said, glancing at Andy before I started to walk away from my friends as I pulled my backpack on, "I'll see you guys later." I headed down the sidewalk to the intersection of Central Parkway and Elm Street, pressing the crosswalk button. I waited only a few minutes before I got the go ahead and crossed the street, heading down Elm, the beginning of my long walk home.

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ANDY.
Thanks Chase, what a way to make me feel even more like a piece of shit, I thought to myself as I watched Addy make her way across the intersection before heading down Elm Street. I sighed when I could no longer see her before I looked at Adam, who seemed to be doing the same thing before he looked away, shaking his head. He looked at me and gave me a weak smile, "hey Andy," he said running a hand through his hair, "and don't take this wrong way because it's great to see you, but what are you doing here?"

I chuckled a bit, "oh my dad told me the school moved to a new building and I just wanted to come by and check it out," I said and he nodded.

"Sorry you had to be here to see that," he shook his head, "he shouldn't have brought up you and Addison."

"Yeah, I already feel enough like a douche bag without someone making it worse and you know, I think that was the most angry I've ever seen Addison get."

"Yeah," Adam's eyes bulged a bit before going back to normal, "she's never been that pissed off. She could've killed him."

"Hi Andy," Izzy said as she slipped her arms around my waist, hugging me from the side.

I smiled before wrapping my arms around her shoulders, hugging her back tightly, "Hi Iz." She smiled up at me before she pulled away and smacked me on the chest, "Ow," I whined as I rubbed the spot where she hit me, "what was that for?"

"How come you didn't tell me that your band has a debut album or that you were working on one, Andrew?!" she said angrily, but you could tell in her face that she wasn't really angry with me.

"Sorry, I guess I forgot to tell everybody."

"Yeah, I can understand when we're not important enough and you were too busy with your career out in California to think about us anymore."

My mouth hung open, "no," I protested, shaking my head, "I'm never too busy to think about you guys, blame my ADD for why I didn't tell you," I said before I hugged her tightly again and pretended to cry, "I love you, Izzy." She laughed and screamed a little as I picked her up, her feet dangling almost a foot off the ground because of her shortness compared to my six-foot two frame, six-foot three in my boots. I set her back down before I formally greeted Alex, Tyler, and Clarissa, giving them each a hug. I was highly glad to see all my friends again from practically living in California for a while, working on the band's first album before going straight on tour afterwards.

"Well, I got to get going. I have to talk to the principal about what happened with Dick-face Harlow," Adam said with a sigh.

"Alright, but hey, do you know where Addison would be walking down right now? Because I can give her a ride home," I suggested.

"Um," he thought for a second, "I don't know, let me call her," he said as he pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans. He quickly called his sister, putting his phone to his ear as it started to ring, "hey Addison, where are you? ... Court Street? … Okay, cause Andy's going to give you a ride home… Yes… don't argue with me, he's going to pick you up and take you home, so get over it… Okay, bye… love you too… bye." Adam hung up his phone and looked at me, letting out a small sigh, "she's walking down Court Street."

I nodded, "I take it she's not happy about me picking her up."

"Don't take it personal, Andy. I'm pretty sure that she's just embarrassed that you witnessed how much of an effect you have on her when people talk about what happened."

I sighed before I nodded again, "Okay, well I'll see you guys later," I said and I gave each of them a quick hug before I headed to my car that was parked at one of the meters across the street as they headed back inside the school. I got in my car and drove down Central Parkway a small distance before making like a giant U-turn by making a right onto Race Street and another right onto Court. I drove down, passing Elm and got almost to Plum Street when I saw Addison walking down the sidewalk.

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ADDISON.
Ugh! Why does Andy have to take me home?! Why can't I just walk home in peace?! I sighed in frustration as I made my way down Court Street. I wasn't necessarily angry at Andy at the moment, but I just felt pretty humiliated that he saw just how much of an effect he had on me because of what happened. Like I said before, I would have loved to see Andy again and hang out like old times, but I didn't want him there to witness that.

As I was coming up on Plum Street, I heard a car pulling up alongside me and it followed me as I continued to walk. I sighed again as I could faintly hear the passenger window being rolled down. "Addison, get in the car," I heard Andy say before I heard the click of the doors being unlocked.

I kept on walking, keeping my eyes focused on what was ahead of me, "I don't need a ride, Andy so just leave me alone," I said as I continued to walk, but he kept his car driving at very slow speed to follow me. I didn't trust my emotions around him right now thanks to Chase, so I really didn't want to be alone with him.
"Addison Gianna, stop being stubborn and get in the car!" he yelled, probably hoping that by using my full name would get me to cooperate with him.

"Leave me alone, Andrew!" I snapped back and he groaned.

"Addison, you can hate me all you want, I don't care, but get in the fucking car! I'm not afraid to block traffic and piss everyone off!" I stopped in my tracks and sighed before looking over at him with a small glare as he stopped his car. Whatever, I thought as I rolled my eyes before I groaned, walking over to his car and pulled open the passenger door. I slipped off my backpack, getting in and set it down by my feet before pulling the car door shut and buckled myself in. I sighed again as I slumped back in the seat and stared out the window while he made a left onto Plum Street. "Why the hell would you even think about walking home?" he asked as he glanced at me before turning his attention back to the road in front of him.

"Why? I've walked home from the old school before," I said, keeping my eyes on the window, not really looking at anything.

"When?" he asked, sounding surprised and confused.

I sighed before I turned to look at him as he stopped at a red light and looked at me as well, "the day you left me. I had no ride home after you took off and I didn't have the willpower to call anyone to come get me," I said and he stared at me, not really sure what to say but jumped in surprise when the car behind us honked their horn. He turned his attention ahead of him, glancing to see the light was green before lightly pressing on the gas to get the car rolling.

"I'm sorry, Ad—"

"Don't," I cut him off while pulling my hat off, stuffing it in my backpack, "the last thing I need is your fucking sympathy because it won't help me feel any better. It will only make it worse." It got quiet after that and I looked back out the window after rolling it up, just watching the scenery as it passed by in almost a blur. When he pulled up alongside the curb in front of his parents' house, I quickly removed my seatbelt and pushed open the car door. "Thanks for the ride," I practically snapped at him while getting out as he got out of his car as well. I slammed the door shut before I walked around the back of his car and went to cross the street to my house, but Andy grabbed me by the wrist. I yanked my arm out of his grip, "don't fucking touch me," I said quietly.

"Please, can't we just talk?" he asked with a pleading look.

"There's nothing to talk about, I have nothing to say to you."

"Man, what the fuck do I have to do? I've tried to apologize, but you won't let me. What do you want from me?!"

"I don't want a damn thing! I just want to you stay out of my life! And don't try to fix anything because nothing you say or do will make up for what you put me through and for what?! A kiss that I didn't ask for nor did I want! You dumped me for something I didn't see coming and hooked up with Scout, someone I thought was my friend the very next day! Do you not understand how much that hurt me?! You didn't take time to cool off before talking to me to possibly fix our relationship! You didn't even wait a week before dating someone else! You just threw away a two and a half year relationship without even a second thought! I gave you everything I had and you threw back in my face!" I snapped while raising my voice the more I ranted as I glared up at him and he sighed.

I scoffed a small laugh as I glanced up at the sky, shaking my head, "you know when I think about it, what Chase said would actually explain a hell of a lot to me," I said as I looked back at him.

Andy's eyes widened before he narrowed them a little, "I would have never cheated on you!" he yelled, "And for you to think that I would is bullshit!!"

"Is that so?! And yet you couldn't give me the same fucking benefit of the doubt!" I yelled back, "you'd never cheat on me, but I'd totally cheat on you, right?! You're Mr. Perfect fucking boyfriend over here while I just make a shitty backstabbing cheater for a girlfriend, right?!"

"God, I don't remember you being such a bitch when we were dating," he said and I glared at him before I slapped him across the face. His head snapped to the side and he blinked a few times before slowly turning his head to face me while clenching his jaw. "Feel better?" he asked calmly and I narrowed my eyes even more. God, you fucking asshole! I thought before I slapped him again, much harder this time and it took him longer to look at me. He opened his mouth to talk again, but I cut him off as I dropped my backpack to the ground and grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him down, smashing my lips against his. Andy didn't object, instead kissed me back while wrapping his arms tightly around my waist as I entwined my fingers in his hair. The kiss became something more intense as Andy practically slammed me against the side of his Eldorado while massaging his tongue with mine.

I groaned loudly from the pain I was feeling in my back, but refused to break the kiss as I brought a hand down, gripping the front of his leather jacket and pulled him tighter against me if possible. It took me a bit to realize what I was doing and when I did, I pulled away and looked up at him, locking my eyes with his beautiful blue ones. We were breathing heavily as we stared into each other's eyes before I once again broke down in tears, dropping my gaze downward. Andy placed a hand on the back of my head, pulling me into him so my head rested on his shoulder while wrapping his other arm around me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and just cried as he tried to sooth me by rubbing my head. "Shhh, it's okay," he whispered in my ear before kissing the side of my head, "I'm sorry, baby. I know I hurt you so bad and I am so sorry, Addy. I regret it so badly." He kissed the side of my head again before resting his head on my shoulder until I started to pull away, causing him to lift his head.

He looked at me and used both hands to cup my face and wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "I'm sorry, Addy," he whispered as I just stared while tears continued to trickle down from my eyes.
I sighed before repeating one of the last things he said to me the day he left me, "not as sorry as I am," I whispered. I pushed him away and practically ran across the street to my house after picking up my backpack. I ran inside and pushed the door shut, using my back and leaned against it, taking a deep breath while tossing my backpack beside the door. My attention turned to my mother as she came into view at the top of the stairs and I sighed, "listen Mom, I'm sorry I got suspended on the first d—"

She cut me off by waving her hand, "forget about that," she said and I gave her a weird look as I started to climb the stairs, "I'm more worried about you since I just saw what happened with Andy out there through the window."

"How much of it did you see?" I asked as I stopped in front of her on a step down from the top, but I still managed to tower over my mother's five foot four frame.

"Everything from the second the two of you got out of his car," she said, placing a hand on my cheek and I sighed. I stared into her eyes for a second before I broke down again and collapsed on the stairs, sitting on the step I was standing on. My mother stepped down a few steps, sitting beside me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I cried heavily as I wrapped my arms around her waist and she shushed me while rubbing my head, running her fingers through my hair. All this crying was starting to take its toll on me as I could feel myself becoming exhausted and my mother seemed to sense that as well. "Michael!" she called for my father and it didn't take long before he came into view at the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes, honey?" he asked, looking at me with sadness in his eyes.

"Can you carry her to her room, please?" she asked as she continued to rub my head, leaning hers against mine.

"Yeah," he almost whispered as he climbed the stairs, stopping once he reached us, "come here, sweetheart." I sat up and reached my arms up, wrapping them around my father's neck when he leaned down as my mother stood up. He hooked his arm under my knees, wrapping the other around my torso and lifted me up from the stairs. My mother rubbed the side of my head again and placed a kiss on my temple before my father carried me off to my room, laying me down on my bed. "You okay, baby girl?" he asked softly after grabbing my black throw blanket off the edge of my bed and laid it over me.

"I'll be fine," I whispered, my voice quivering a little and he nodded.

He kissed my temple and caressed the side of my face, "okay," he whispered, "we'll talk about what happened at school later, or I might just ask Adam when he gets home," he said and I nodded, snuggling into my blanket as I closed my eyes while rolling onto my side. My father kissed the side of my head again before I felt my blanket being moved off my legs. He removed my boots, setting them on the floor before pulling the blanket back over to cover my legs and headed out of my room. I sighed and it wasn't long before I managed to slip into the unconsciousness of sleep and about time too, I felt like I was starting to get a headache.

It was maybe over three hours later when I started to wake up, rolling onto my back as I stretched out on my bed. I yawned before I sat up, throwing my blanket off of me and swung my legs over the edge of my bed. I stood up and walked out of my room, running my fingers through my hair as I headed to the bathroom. I really needed to pee. When I was done, I washed my hands before heading back to my room while running my fingers through my hair again, straightening it out more. Walking back into my room, I found my backpack leaning against the side of my bed. I walked over and picked it up, setting it on my bed and unzipped the main pocket, pulling out my copy of Andy's CD.

I set my backpack back down on the floor before I sat down on the edge of my bed, holding the CD in both hands. I stared at it a bit before I worked on removing the plastic wrap around it and the sticker that taped the case closed. I threw the packaging away in the trashcan beside my desk and opened the case, removing the CD before closing it, setting it down on my desk. I climbed on my bed on my knees and turned on my stereo that was placed on the shelf mounted on the wall the side of my bed was pressed against and put the CD in the tray. I pressed play, turning it up to medium volume so it wasn't too loud and the intro started to play through my speakers as I lied back on my bed, my pillows propping up my upper body a little. I laid my head back and stared up at the ceiling while I listened to the intro before it started to play the first song. I reached over to my desk and grabbed the CD case, slipping out the album booklet before setting the case back down.

I opened up the booklet as Andy's voice started to flow out of the speakers, starting with a long growl before he started to sing. "We Stitch These Wounds" was the name of the song that was playing and I read over the lyrics while it played, bobbing my head and tapping my foot to the beat of the drums. The second song, "Beautiful Remains", had just started to play when my mother walked into my room and smiled at me as I looked up at her. I smiled back as she walked over and took a seat on the edge of my bed, "how are you?" she asked, patting me on the knee.

"I'm okay, mom, I promise," I smiled again.

She nodded, "good," she said before she looked up at my stereo, "who's this? They sound like something new."

"It's the debut album for Andy's band Black Veil Brides," I said and she looked at me with a surprised face.

"Really?" she said, tilting her head a bit, "I didn't know that was out yet. When did you get it?"

"Tyler bought me a copy, along with Adam, Alex, and Iz yesterday when he found it while he was at work. He gave them to us in Art class."

"Oh well that was nice of him, how good is the CD so far?"

"Well, I'm only on the second song, but I like it. It sounds great and I'm really proud of Andy and his band mates."

"Yeah, I heard Andy's the only original member left and the second drummer, um I think her name was Sandra just left the band to pursue different musical interest and was replaced by a guy named Christian who goes by CC."

I tilted my head, "how'd you know that?"

"I talk to Chris and Amy a lot to see how Andy and his band are doing."

"Oh, duh," I shook my head and she smiled.

"Well, I'll leave you to your music. Just wanted to make sure you were okay," she said as she stood up from my bed.

"Thanks mom," I smiled up at her and she leaned down, placing a kiss on my forehead before she left my room. I laid my head back again as I tuned into the music again, reading the lyrics as I listened. "Knives and Pens" was about halfway through when Melissa walked into my room and I looked at her, giving her a small smile.

She placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, "you troublemaker. First day back and you already got sent home."

"In my defense, I didn't start it," I said and she smiled, "how was your first day?"

"It was good, better than I thought it would be," she said and I nodded as she looked at my stereo before looking at me, "isn't that Andy?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "it's his band's CD," I showed her the cover in my hand and she smiled. She really loves Andy. She ran over, climbing onto my bed and laid beside me as I smiled at her before rolling onto my side to face her.

"Adam told me what happened and that Andy was there at the school and saw everything."

I sighed, "Yeah, he was. He gave me a ride home and we got into a pretty bad argument when we got home."

"Why?" her face held a confused and sad appearance.

"Andy hurt me emotionally when we broke up and what happened today at school just brought it all back up to the surface."

"And you cried a lot, didn't you?" she asked and I nodded, "yeah, thought so. Your eyes are a little red and puffy." I sighed before the song changed, the sound of rain came from the speakers before an acoustic guitar started to play and just by the tune, I knew it was "The Mortician's Daughter". When Andy started to sing, Melissa gasped as I closed my eyes for a sec, "I know this song," she said as I opened my eyes again to look at her, "Andy wrote it for you." I nodded and she smiled, "A baby boy you've held so tightly. This pain it visits almost nightly. Missing hotel beds, I feel your touch," she sang along before she smiled at me again, "see, I remember." I stared at her before my eyes started to water, a tear slipping out of the corner of my eye and her smiled dropped from her lips. "Addison, don't cry, please," she said and I sniffled, unable to stop the tears as more came and she wrapped her arms around my neck, cradling my head. I slipped my arms around her waist and hugged her tightly as I silently cried, "you know if you love Andy as much as you still do, why don't you get back together so you're happy again?"

"It's a lot more complicated than that," I said quietly.

"I don't see how. You love him and I'm pretty sure he still loves you, so you two should be together. If he didn't still love you, this song probably wouldn't be on the album." I shrugged and she sighed before she placed a kiss on my forehead and I closed my eyes as I took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I'll be right back," Melissa said as she released her hold on me and I did the same, so she could get up. I rolled onto my back as she climbed off my bed and I watched her leave my room before I rolled back onto my side, closing my eyes as I listened to the song. I'm probably going to be listening to this song a few times before going to the next one.

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ANDY.
"How's your face?" my father asked once again with humor in his tone as he sat in his spot beside me on the living room couch.

"It's fine," I said for about thirtieth time since I walked in my parents' house about four hours ago while not taking my eyes off the TV I wasn't really watching. My father had the day off from work so he was home to hear me and Addison yelling at each other and walked to the window just in time to watch me get bitch-slapped twice. He's been making fun of me ever since, what an awesome dad, right? Addison had every right to slap me though for two reasons, for what I put her through and for calling her a bitch. I shouldn't have said that since she has every right to be pissed off.

What was even higher on my mind was that kiss, just thinking about it caused a half smile to tug at the corner of my lip. I had almost forgotten how great her lips felt pressed against mine, but what turned me on the most was having her tongue ring clank against my teeth. I wonder when she got that pierced because she sure as hell didn't have it when we were together and too bad for that. It was also nice to see she hadn't really changed much. Her body was still slim with all those perfect curves that I loved to run my hands over. The only difference was her hair that was bright blue with a black shadow under layer. It's now blonde almost white with streaks of blue, black, and a light purple almost pink as an under layer with blue under the top of her bangs but it was still in her what people called a long scene style haircut.

"Well, your redness seems to be going away," Dad said as he surveyed the left side of my face, bringing me out of my thoughts before the doorbell rang.

"I got it," Mom said as she walked into the room and headed down the stairs to get the door. I could hear her pulled it open and her voice sounded surprised as she greeted the person at the door, "Hey Melissa, what are you doing?"

"Hi Amy," came the voice of my ex's six year old baby sister, "is Andy here?"

I arched a brow at the sound of my name, "yeah, he's upstairs," Mom said and I could hear Melissa's little feet jogging up the stairs before she came into view.

I smiled at her when her eyes landed on me and she smiled back before running over and practically jumped in my lap. I groaned when she landed on me as she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and I hugged her back, highly glad to see her again after such a long time. "Hi Melissa, it's good to see you," I said, patting her on the back.

She pulled back, placing her hands on my shoulders as she looked at me with a smile, the same smile that brightened up her sister's beautiful face. "Hi Andy, it's good to see you too," she said as my mother came up the stairs and joined us in the living room, sitting on the other side of my father on the couch.

"You've gotten taller since the last time I saw you."

"I know, I'm becoming a big girl," she said and I chuckled with a small nod, but the next thing out of her mouth was a sure surprise slap to the face. "Andy, do you love my sister?" she asked and my eyes widened as my father coughed like he was choking on air.

"W-what?" I stuttered, not really sure how to answer that.

"Don't play dumb, I know you heard me. I'm sitting in your lap, not across the room. Do you love my sister? And don't lie to me, Andrew," she said, pointing a threatening finger at me.

What is with everyone calling me Andrew today? I thought before I sighed. Melissa may be only six, but she's a smart girl, like her sister, and could see right through me, so lying wasn't an option, "yes, I do. I've loved her for a very long time now."

"Well then why don't you two get back together right now?"

"Sweetie, it's not that simple. Your sister is really mad at me right now."

"Well you broke her heart, so you need to fix what you did and make her happy again," she said and I sighed and was about to say something, but she continued. "I was just laying with her, listening to your CD and the song you wrote for her came on. I sang a tiny bit of it because I remember the words and she started to cry," she said and I bit my lip, feeling really bad even more. I hated it when Addison cried and what made it worse was I was the cause of it.

"Addison already told me that she didn't want me to try to fix anything between us because nothing I can do or say will make up for what I put her through."

"Andy, please just try. I don't like her being upset."

"Would it make you happy if I went and talked to her?" I reasoned and she nodded her head vigorously, "okay." I got up from the couch, still holding Melissa in my arms, "I'll be back in a while," I said, getting an okay from both my parents as I headed down stairs, carrying Melissa on my hip. I walked out of the house and headed across the street to the Kauzer home, setting Melissa down on the porch. She grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me into the house once she opened the door, pulling me up the stairs as well once I closed the door behind us. Coming into view at the top of the stairs, I could see Adam in the living room talking to his parents, probably explaining to them what happened at school. They all became quiet when Melissa and I caught their attention, "Hi," I said sounding a little nervous, not really knowing why, "Melissa wanted me to talk to Addison."

"She's in her room," Mr. Kauzer smiled at me and I nodded.

"It's good to see you, Andy," Mrs. Kauzer said, a smile on her lips as well.

"Good to see you too. Hey Adam," I said as Melissa released my hand and went to join her family in the living room.

"Hey Andy," Adam said before I turned and headed down the hall across from the living room.

I stopped at Addison's door and froze before I could put my hand on the doorknob. "No dust will ever grow on this frame. One million years and I will say your name. I love you more than I can ever scream.” I heard The Mortician's Daughter coming from inside her room and sighed, taking a deep breath. I let it out before I pushed open her door, quietly closing it behind me. I looked over at her bed to see her lying on it with her eyes closed, but I don't think she was sleeping. I made my way over and carefully lied down alongside her, looking over the features of her face and prayed that when she opened her eyes to see me lying there, she wouldn't slap me or push me off the bed.

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ADDISON.
I felt my bed sink down as someone lied down in front of me. By how much my bed had sunk, I knew the person was too heavy to be my sister. I opened my eyes to find Andy lying there with a somewhat nervous look upon his face, "what are you doing here?" I asked quietly.

"Melissa came over to my parents' and told me that you were upset and wanted me to make you feel better, so I agreed to talk to you," he said quietly as well.

"I don't want to talk."

He sighed, "Okay," he said before he started to roll over like it was going to get off my bed, but I stopped him by grabbing the front of his shirt.

"Don't leave, just lay here with me please," I said and he nodded, getting comfortable on his side again. I reached my hand over and gently grabbed his chin, turning his head so I could get a look at the left side of his face. It was still a little red from when I slapped him twice and I sighed, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he shook his head and I moved closer to him before I kissed his cheek and slipped one arm under him, wrapping it around his torso as I draped my other over his waist. I felt Andy stiffen a little before he let out a breath and slipped his arms around my shoulders, placing a kiss on my forehead which lingered a bit. I sighed as I closed my eyes while he pulled away and I opened them again to look into his, "I'm sorry I hurt you," he said and I shook my head.

"Don't apologize, you don't ha—"

"Yes, I do," he cut me off, "I don't want you to hate me anymore."

I sighed, closing my eyes before opening them again, "I don't hate you, Andy. I could never hate you. I was just angry and upset." He nodded before he kissed my forehead again and the song changed to the next one, so I reached behind me to grab the album booklet. I looked through it and saw the song was called "All Your Hate" before I placed the booklet back on my bed behind me as I heard a thump on my floor. "What was that?" I asked looking at Andy.

"My boot," he said before there was another thump from him taking off his other one. I nodded mouthing oh before I let out a deep breath and closed my eyes, listening to the music, "so what do you think of the album so far?" he asked.

I opened my eyes and looked at him, "it's horrible," I said and he creased his forehead with a hurt expression, causing me to laugh before I smiled at him. "I'm just kidding. I love it, it's great. You and your band mates did an excellent job," I said and he smiled back.

"Well, I'm glad," he said before it got quiet and all you could hear was the sound of his music coming from my stereo. We listened to two more songs, "Heaven's Calling" and "Never Give In", and were about halfway through "Sweet Blasphemy" when Andy spoke up again, "when did you get your tongue pierced?" he asked randomly.

I couldn't help but laugh loudly, causing my body to shake a little, "what?" I smiled at him.

"I felt it when we were kissing and you did not have that when we were together," he said as his eyes widened a little with a smile on his lips.

I chuckled a little before shaking my head, "I got it about a year ago, along with my bellybutton."

"Really?" he said as he looked down and I nodded as I rolled onto my back and pulled my shirt up passed my bellybutton to show the piece of jewelry with dangling chains that was attached there. "That's hot," he said and I chuckled as I pushed his shoulder, causing him to look at me with a smile.

"Perv," I said as I pulled my shirt back down.

"I am not a perv," he defended himself.

"Pedophile?" I offered.

"You're eighteen," he smirked.

"Damn it," I said before I sighed in defeat as he laughed, "Well then I'm sticking with perv."

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, you're ruining the music with your voice."

He scoffed as his mouth hung open, "that is my voice in the music."

"No," I shook my head, "that's your singing voice which is completely different from your talking voice. Your singing voice isn't as annoying."

He hung his mouth open even more as he narrowed his eyes before he pretended to cry, "You're so mean to me," he cried before covering his face with his hands and sobbed over dramatically. I laughed as he continued pretending to cry before my mother walked into my room and Andy stopped as we both looked at her. I couldn't help but laugh harder as he stopped mid-cry to look at my mother as she smiled at us.

"What are you two kids doing? Getting along I hope," she said and we smiled.

"Of course," I said as she walked over to my bed.

"She's mean to me," Andy said as he made his chin quiver, "she said my talking voice is more annoying than my singing voice."

"Oh honey," she said as she patted him on the shoulder, "it's okay even though it's true."

I laughed loudly before covering my mouth as Andy's eyes bulged, his jaw dropping again before he continued his fake crying, "oh god!" he wailed, "why does everybody hate me?!" My face was getting red and my eyes started to water from the amount of laughing I was doing as my mother laughed as well. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rubbed his head as he started to calm down from his crying.

"Anyway," my mother said and Andy stopped crying as I released him before we both looked up at her, "Andy, you're staying for dinner and we've invited your parents."

He nodded, "okay, awesome, I'm dying for a home cooked meal."

"What you didn't have one with your parents last night?" I asked.

"It's was like nine when I came over to their house. They already had dinner and were settling in the living room to watch a movie."

"Oh," I dragged the word out as I slowly nodded my head, "so what's for dinner?" I asked, looking up at my mother.

"Your father is making shake-n-bake chicken while I make your favorite, mashed potatoes and gravy and green beans," she said and I smiled.

"Yes!" I said in victory and my mother laughed.

"Well, I'll call you when dinner's ready," she said as she turned and headed for my door, but stopped in the doorway, looking back at me, "oh and your brother told your father and I about what happened at school."

"He did?" I said, slightly scared that I was about to get grounded, which would be dumb since I'm almost nineteen, but I still live at home with Mom and Dad. If I break the rules, I'm still going to get grounded for it.

"Yeah," she said, placing her hand on her hip, "and that little bastard got what he deserved. Nobody calls my boys a fag and tries to humiliate my daughter and gets away with it," she said and I smiled before it dropped as she gave me a serious glance, "but please no fighting for at least three months."

"I'll try my best," I said before pouting.

"Good," she smiled.

"What do you mean by boys? You only have one son," Andy spoke up, getting my mother's attention.

She arched a brow, "Seriously, Andy? If I'm not mistaken, I heard he called you a fag as well and you are my godson."

Oh, he mouthed. "That's right, I forgot. Love you, Mama Kauzer."

"Love you too," she smiled before she headed out of my room.

My mother had barely left my room before Melissa walked in and ran over, climbing on my bed, "so are you two back together?" she asked as she laid down on her back between me and Andy.

I saw Andy's eyes widen a little and I chuckled, "um no, we're not, but we are working on being friends again. Right, Addy?" he asked, hopefully and I smiled at hearing him call me Addy again. It's been a very long time since I was called that since Andy was the only one aloud too which was made a rule by him.

"Definitely," I nodded and he smiled.

"Good, just as long as there's some sort of relationship between you two," she said and Andy and I chuckled at my little sister.

"Aw, I want to cuddle," came the voice of my brother and we all looked at my door to see Adam standing there with a pout on his face.

"Adam, we're not cuddling! We're just laying here!" I said as he looked like he was about to run and jump on my bed. "Adam, don't!" I said sitting up as I pointed a warning finger at him, but that didn't stop him as he started to run over to my bed. We all yelled while I lied back down, rolling onto my side into the fetal position as Andy wrapped his arms around Melissa, hovering over her to use his body to protect her as Adam dove onto my bed, landing on us. We all groaned in pain and discomfort while Adam laughed before he climbed over me, lying down behind me.

"Did I hurt you guys?" he asked with a smile as I lied down on my back while Andy moved from hovering over Melissa, getting comfortable on his side beside her.

"I think you broke my hip, fatty," Andy said and we all laughed.

"At least I'm not a toothpick," Adam defended himself.

"You want to go!" Andy popped his head up, "because we can step outside and handle this like men!"

"Yeah! I do want to go," Adam said before reaching over and slapped Andy on the arm. That created a small slapping match between to the two and I shook my head as Melissa laughed at them.

"You two are retarded," I said and Adam and Andy stopped to stare at me.

"You want to step outside?!" they said in unison.

"No, because we all know that if we stepped outside, I'd be the one walking away while you two lie in the middle of the street groaning in pain." They both cowered away, lying back down on my bed as Melissa laughed, "Yeah that's what I thought."

"You guys are weird," Melissa giggled.

"We know," we all said in unison, causing her to laugh again. We all lied in my room, talking while Andy's album played in the background and it was about thirty minutes later when we were all called for dinner. We all got up from my bed starting with Andy and Melissa jumped on his back before Adam and I got up after I turned off my stereo. Andy gave Melissa a piggyback ride out of my room as Adam and I followed behind and we all headed downstairs to the dining room where my mother and father were with Andy's parents. They were all setting plates of food down on the table and we all took a seat as Andy set Melissa down so she was standing on a chair. Andy sat down in a chair in between me and Adam as Melissa sat down in her chair while our parents took their seats as well. Dinner with the Biersack family was always nice and it was even better now that Andy was back in the picture.

When dinner was over, Adam and I did the dishes while Andy put away all the leftovers. Our parents and Melissa all headed upstairs to the living room to watch a movie, which seems like a tradition after dinner or something. It seems like every night after dinner, we all sit in the living room and watch a couple of movies before bed. I guess it's just the best way to wind down after a long day and have family time. When we were all done in the kitchen, all three of us headed upstairs to the living room to join everyone else and they were all watching The Incredibles, obviously Melissa's pick. I didn't mind, I actually like that movie, but we were definitely watching The Dark Knight afterwards. Adam and I lied down on the floor beside Melissa as Andy sprawled himself across the loveseat. When the movie was over, there wasn't any protest when I suggested watching The Dark Knight and Adam was the first to get up to put it in.

It was about halfway through that movie when my father got up from the couch and picked a sleeping Melissa up from the floor between me and Adam. He took her to her room to get her ready for bed and that was when Amy and Chris decided to headed home to get some sleep themselves. As they got up and ready to head home, I heard Chris laugh, "Well it looks like Andy won't be going anywhere," he said, getting a chuckle from his wife and my mother. Adam and I turned, almost bonking heads as we looked behind us from the floor to see Andy passed out on the loveseat. We chuckled as well before I pulled myself up from the floor, stretching my arms above my head.

"It's okay, he can stay here," my mother said and Amy and Chris nodded before giving her and then me a hug, saying bye to all of us before they headed home. I headed to my room and Adam wasn't too far behind me as he headed to his room to get ready for bed. I walked into mine, closing the door behind me and walked over to my dresser, pulling open the second drawer. I pulled out some pajamas that consisted of a grey tank top with Jack and Sally and my Jack Skellington booty shorts that came with it, tossing them on my bed. I stripped out of my clothes, removing my bra as well before pulling on my pajamas. Just as I pulled my tank top down, my door opened and my mother walked in, smiling at me, "hey sweetie, do you think it be okay if I get Andy to move, if he could sleep in here with you? I don't think he'll want to share a bed with your brother and the couches aren't comfortable enough to sleep on."

I shook my head, "no, I don't think he would want to sleep with Adam either, so yeah, he can sleep in here with me. We've shared a bed before, but I'll get him up. You can go to bed if that's where you're headed."

"Okay, goodnight sweetheart," she said before heading out of my room.

"Goodnight," I called after her as I picked up my dirty clothes, tossing them in my hamper before I headed out of my room. I went to the living room where the TV was now off and there were no lights, so it would be pretty dark if it wasn't for the hall light. I walked over to the loveseat and nudged Andy lightly. "Andy, wake up," I said shaking him some more when he didn't budge and he stirred.

He took in a deep breath before he looked up at me until he looked around the semi-dark room, "did I fall asleep?" he asked before he yawned and stretched his arms over his head.

"I think that's kind of obvious," I smiled and he chuckled, "so come on, get up."

"Why? Are you kicking me out?" he pouted.

I chuckled as I shook my head, "no, my mom said the couches aren't comfortable to sleep on, which they're not, trust me. She doesn't think you would want to share a bed with my brother, so you get to sleep in my bed with me."

"Really?" he arched a brow as a smirked worked its way onto his lips.

"Shut up," I warned and he chuckled, "It's better than sleeping on the couch, but come on, get up so I can go to bed."

"Alright, I'm coming," he said as he got up from the couch and I headed out of the living room with him right behind me. "Nice pajamas, those shorts are—"

"Shut up," I cut him off and he laughed as we walked into my room. It's nice to see that Andy and I had gotten pretty much back to normal when it came to the friendship we had. He had always made sexual sounding references about my appearance or things I said just to annoy me and it's great to see he hadn't forgotten. I walked over to my bed and climbed onto the left side, getting under the covers as Andy stood beside my bed.

"You don't mind if I sleep in my boxers, do you? Cause I can sleep in my clothes if you're uncomfortable with that."

I smiled as I looked up at him while he was rubbing the back of his neck, "Andy, I've seen you naked. So, you being in your boxers doesn't bother me," I said and he blushed a little causing me to laugh.

"Okay," he said before he stripped out of his clothes, tossing them near my closet before walking to my bedroom door. He shut my door and turned off the light before coming back and lied down beside me after getting under the covers, "Goodnight Addy."

I sighed as I closed my eyes, snuggling into my blankets more, "Goodnight Andy." I yawned before I felt Andy move closer to me and place a kiss on my forehead, causing me to smile. It was great having Andy back in my life as a friend, but considering our romantic past, I wonder how long this friendship can stand without us wanting to get more intimate. God knows I would love to have Andy as someone I could call mine again, but whether Andy would want that or not, I do not know.

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