Ashley Purdy’s Point of View

After this whole ordeal with the jocks and the date evening with Andy, things went smoothly with occasional cuddling and watching movies, so nothing out of the ordinary for us. When the other guys saw me in school they immediately asked what had happened, so Andy and I told them all about it, except for what had happened after. The three of them threatened to beat the jocks into an unrecognizable, bloody pulp but I just laughed it off and told them to not get into any trouble, that they weren’t worth it. They grumbled a bit, but let it drop.

A few weeks had passed since then and it was a sunny day in November. The autumn wind was cold and the last leaves were long since gone. But since it was sunny, Andy was in a particularly good (and annoying as hell) mood.

“Hey Ash” he said and skipped towards me, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my cheek. In the middle of the hallway. I just pushed him off with a frown.
“Hi Andy” I replied grumpily. Seriously, he knew that I didn’t want that in public. We had an agreement. Andy went back to chatting with the guys and just shook my head and let it slide. That surely was just caused by his good mood and was a one-time thing, right? So I greeted the rest of the guys and when the bell rang we all left to go to our lessons. Jinxx, Andy and me went in the direction of the classroom in which we had history. On the way, Andy tried to take my hand but I just pulled away and shot him an annoyed glare. He looked at me confused before launching into a conversation with Jinxx. Whatever got into him today, it was annoying as hell.

History was the same boring shit as always and when the lesson finally ended, we walked out the door, heading for our next class. In the hallway Andy leant down to press a kiss to my cheek, but I just rolled my eyes and turned away before he actually could and headed to English. I must have still had a pissed look on my face because Jake immediately knew that something was wrong.
“Woah, dude, are you ok?” he asked and looked at me with this concerned expression on his face.
“Andy is just annoying as fuck today” I grumbled. Jake just chuckled and nodded his head. “I mean, he knows I can’t do this in public, so why does he try and hold my hand and kiss me and stuff? Urgh!” I made and laid my head on the table.
“Don’t be too hard on him, I know you can’t and maybe he’s going too far but I guess he’s just in such a good mood that he wants to be close to you. You can’t really blame him for that, right?” Jake reasoned and I nodded vaguely. Still I thought he knows.

Around lunch time I had calmed down considerably as I didn’t see Andy until then. When I made my way through the corridors to our usual table outside, someone jumped on my back and nuzzled their face into my neck. I sighed in annoyance and turned my head to look at my boyfriend.
“Andy, seriously” I just growled and he immediately climbed off me.
“Sorry babe” he said and went outside before I could scold him for calling me pet names in school. Within seconds my nerves were as strained as this morning and the annoyance stayed visible on my face. The boys gave me all sympathetic looks as I sat down, except for Andy who was seemingly oblivious to my mood. Like every day he put his hand on my thigh, but this time I pushed it off, too annoyed with him to be able to appreciate any kind of affection. He gave me a confused look but didn’t say anything. I just ate my lunch, without any input into their conversation at all until they started to talk about rehearsal. That was when I remembered something.
“Hey, um, Andy, I wrote something and maybe you could take a look sometime?” I asked and looked at him. He beamed at me, nodding enthusiastically before throwing himself at me and hugging me tightly. I patted his back until he pulled away. Then he actually placed a kiss on my lips and I just lost it.
“Fucking hell, Andrew!” I shouted, catching him off guard. “You know damn well that I don’t want that! Stop being so fucking annoying!” With that I pushed myself up and off the bench I sat on and went inside without allowing Andy to answer. I just couldn’t deal with him today.
It was safe to say that my mood wasn’t the best for the rest of the day. I was just so pissed at Andy. He knew how I was and really, why did he have to act like that?


Andrew Biersack’s Point of View

I stared in disbelief as Ashley got up and went inside. I didn’t expect him to blow up like that. I knew I had crossed a line and more than once too. But I just wanted to be close to him. I needed him today. I couldn’t explain either why I was so clingy but now I really felt bad.

“Dude!” Jake exclaimed. I bit my lip and looked at the guys. Their faces fell as soon as I did so you could probably see that I was really upset about this whole situation.
“He won’t wait for me this afternoon, will he?” I whispered and looked at the table.
“Probably not” Jake said quietly. I sighed and dragged a hand down my face. Fuck me and my fucking need for affection.
“I can try and talk to him in gym if you want me to?” CC asked cautiously and I smiled sadly at him.
“That’d actually be really nice” I answered gratefully before getting up and heading towards my next class. You’re such an idiot, Biersack I thought to myself.

At the end of the day I left the building to be greeted by a compassionate look from CC: So obviously talking to Ashley hadn’t helped at all.
“Sorry, man.” he said but I just nodded before making my way home with slumped shoulders. Here and there I kicked a stone. I was angry at myself because I had promised Ashley to not annoy him again and that kind of was the premise for our friendship. So typically me, I had ruined it all. That right there was the reason I never had relationships.
I entered our flat and went straight to my room without even looking at my parents. They probably wondered why I was home anyway. Usually I spent Fridays at Ash’s, most of the times staying the whole weekend. Of course my parents knew that too, so it didn’t really made sense that I was home.

After about an hour, there was a knock on my door, but I didn’t care enough to answer. Whoever it was would just come in anyway. And just like that my door was gently pushed open and my mom came on with a sympathetic look on her face.
“You fought, didn’t you?” she asked and I looked at her confused. “You and your boyfriend. You fought. Otherwise you wouldn’t be home and you surely would not mope around in your room with that sad look on your face listening to Blink’s I Miss You on repeat. You two fought” she concluded and I just nodded my head. How she found out that Ash was my boyfriend I didn’t know. I never told her really.

“I saw you guys kiss in front of his door, in case you were wondering” she tacked on and I chuckled. Of course she saw us. “You know, you can talk to us about such things, right? We don’t judge and never will. Except when you’re into weird stuff like animals or something, then I would probably call a shrink.” We both laughed at that. “But Andy, if you like him so much, why don’t you go and apologize?”
I sighed. Of course that was my mom’s best advice. Talking things through. It wasn’t a bad advice. Really. But the thing was: Ashley wouldn’t listen to me. At least not today.
“I’d love to talk to him about it and apologize, I really do, but the thing is: I know Ashley. He won’t listen, at least not today. Maybe tomorrow… or on Sunday… but he’s just so pissed. I know he won’t talk to me” I told her.
“Oh baby” she cooed and hugged me. “Shall I bring you some ice cream and you Batman movies?”
“Please” I whispered and looked into my lap. She just knew what cheered me up.

After watching the first two movies I decided to go to go the bed. The ice cream bowl was empty and I felt more like crying with every passing minute. So I turned off the TV and DVD player, stripped down to my boxers and crawled under the covers, feeling more miserable than ever. The tears started to fall and I sobbed pathetically into my pillow. I knew it was my fault that Ashley wasn’t talking to me. I felt horrible just because I annoyed him too much. And if it felt horrible now, how horrible would I feel if I actually left him for good? My heart clenched at that thought and I cried even more. I heard my mom come ion and sit down on my bed. Her rubbing my back finally put me to sleep. In my dreams I was with Ash, we were cuddling until he got up and laughed at me, telling me it was all just a joke and that he never really liked me anyway.


Andrew’s Mom’s Point of View

I watched my son as he drifted into a troublesome sleep. He never cried for another person, whether friend or lover, so I knew he really liked this Ashley boy. I looked at his clock and saw that it was just half past eight. Sighing, I got up and went downstairs to put some shoes on. Maybe it was time that I officially met Ashley. He would probably get scared out of his mind but I just wanted him to hear Andy out.
So I went to the apartment complex on the other side of the street and looked at the nameplates. It dawned on me that I didn’t know his last name but then one nameplate caught my attention. Ashley A. Purdy it read and I smiled a little, ringing the doorbell. There were some cracks coming from the intercom and then there was tired sounding male voice.
“Hello?”
“Hi, this is Amy Biersack. I wanted to talk to you for a bit” I said and hoped he didn’t die from shock or fear or something. The door-opener sounded and I pushed the handle. Just as I stepped into the entry hall of the building, a door to my right opened and there stood a young man with long black hair, maybe a little older than Andrew. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy and I could tell he had been crying. A blush covered his cheeks and he gave me a small smile. The fear was evident in his eyes. I made my way over to him and extended my hand. He hesitated before shaking it and took a step to the side to let me in. His flat was simple, but it suited him.
“I’m sorry we meet under these circumstances, Ashley.” I said and looked at him. He just looked to the ground, not saying a work. Andy had told me once that his friend didn’t really like talking to strangers so I tried to make it as comfortable for him as I could.
“Ashley” I said softly and he looked up at me, tears swimming in his eyes. “I’m not here to yell at you or scold you or whatever. I’m sure you have your reasons for not talking to my son, but you look like a mess and believe ne when I say that he does too. He said he knows you well and that you probably wouldn’t listen when he came and apologized today. I can understand that. But maybe you could just at least consider coming over with me and talk to him. He just fell asleep but I know he won’t be for long. He never sleeps well if something’s troubling him” I explained and looked at the young man in front of me. He seemed to contemplate my words for a moment before nodding and putting on shoes. He then grabbed his wallet, phone and keys and followed me outside. I was glad he gave Andy this chance.


Ashley Purdy’s Point of View

I know it was shitty of me to not even wait for Andy after school, but I was just so mad at him. He should have known me well enough by now. When I got home I immediately changed into a pair of sweat pants and on old Mötley Crüe shirt. I turned the TV on, but I didn’t pay attention. I was way too absorbed in my thoughts. The anger subsided and sadness was all that was left. Then the tears started to fall. Maybe I had been too bitchy towards him. That surely was a huge problem in our relationship. He had known how stubborn I was, but, well, at least I would easily get tired of this. I sighed and hugged a pillow. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go over and apologize for being such a drama queen but at the same time I wanted him to come over and apologize to me. I kept on crying, not knowing where all those tears came from. I had turned off the TV because it annoyed me. I wanted to wallow in self-pity on my own, without bickering actors in the background. To busy myself a little bit I went into my bedroom and sat down at my desk, looking at the lyrics I had written the other day. It wasn’t much but it was something at least and maybe Andy could work with them. If he would ever talk to me again. I scribbled around, took notes on the side and scratched some parts out that I didn’t like anymore. When I was done, the sun had nearly set, leaving the world in a weird grey-ish color. I decided to lay down on the sofa for a few minutes, before making myself something to eat.

I had just fallen asleep when my doorbell rang and Andy’s mother stood in front of me. I was scared shitless of course but he saying that Andy looked just as bad as me helped me to get over my stubbornness. I went with her to their flat and with every step I took I grew more and more nervous. What would Andy say? He would probably chuck me out.
I slipped my Vans off when we entered the flat and his mother showed me to his room. She told me to just go in and left. I gently pushed the door open to find Andy seemingly asleep under the covers, Blink’s I Miss You playing quietly in the background. I closed the door and made my way over to his bed and laid down next to him, twirling a strand of his raven hair in my fingers. He raised his head and looked at me in shock, even more so when I play my lips on his cheek to give him a gentle kiss.


Andrew Biersack’s Point of View

I had just woken up from my nightmare, laying on my stomach and sobbing into my pillow. Why did I annoy him so much?
“Just go in” I heard my mom whisper from outside my door. I furrowed my eyebrows as the door gently opened and closed. The bed dipped and someone laid down next to me and started playing with my hair. I lifted my head, tears still pouring from my eyes and came face to face with Ashley. My breath hitched at his sight. He obviously had been crying too and I mentally kicked myself. It was my fault. He gave me a small and sad smile before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my cheek. I looked at him in total shock.
“You should thank your mom tomorrow, you know” he whispered and shock turned into confusion. What did my mom have to do with all of this? Ashley sat up and pulled off his shirt, leaving him in a pair of sweat pants. He laid down under the comforter next to me. I observed all of this in pure amazement. The he put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, nuzzling his face into my neck.
“Sleep, baby” he whispered. “I’ll still be here tomorrow.”
“Promise?” I whimpered and clutched onto him tightly. I felt him nod and press a kiss to my collarbone.
“I promise” he whispered back and tightened his grip on me as if he wanted to prove that he was honest. With his promise to stay, sleep came a little bit easier and after just a few minutes of him stroking my side and pressing kisses to my bare skin every now and then, I found myself drifting off into a dream that allowed Ashley and me to be together.

Notes

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