Please tell me what we have is real
We Were Once Perfect, Me And You
Ashley’s Point of View
As I stared at the blackboard, not paying attention to what my English teacher said, I thought about last night. Andy was really annoying. That was at least what I tried to convince myself of. When I just backed away from that thought for a second, I had to admit that I liked him. He was incredibly sexy, had those piercing blue eyes, was tall with a perfect body. He seemed to take genuine interest in me, recognizing that I lived without my parents. I couldn’t tell him though. I wouldn’t tell him. He was cute, lying on my couch with a slice of pizza in hand, watching Batman and getting all excited about that movie. But I just couldn’t let him invade my privacy. I just knew that this wouldn’t end well for me. I would get disappointed. Again. Like all the other times that someone said that they wanted to be my friends. Sooner or later they all let me down until I had no one left but myself. I learned to trust nobody, not even myself. Last night was another proof for that. I shouldn’t have let him in my flat. He had even come up to me this morning when he’d seen me and said hi, like we were best friends or something, with a huge smile on his face. I had just rolled my eyes and left him standing there. I felt bad for that though. The memories of last night added to the feeling.
“Ash?” he asks, using my old nickname. I cringe and glare at him with eyes full of hate.
“Don’t you ever dare call me that again!” I growl. He seems slightly taken aback by my outburst. I try to calm down. He cannot know.
He couldn’t know why I hated this name so much. He didn’t know about my past and I sure as hell wouldn’t tell him about it. He would just make fun of me. I sighed quietly. I felt bad for snapping at him, it really wasn’t his fault that I had such a fucked up past. I apologized though and I meant it. I was sorry for snapping. I was even sorry for not opening up to him. This was pure self-defense and had nothing to do with him. He was bringing up memories that I couldn’t stand, that I pushed back into the deepest corner of my mind, hoping I would just forget about them. I wasn’t so lucky. They always came back. When I tried to sleep at night. When someone called me Ash. When thinking about school. I was all alone with my mind full of memories I had hoped to never make, even though some of them seemed to be good ones at first sight.
“Hey Babe” I smile at my boyfriend, Corey.
“Hey Ash” He looks left and right before kissing my lips quickly. “Let’s go into this hell hole, shall we?” I just nod sadly at that, not looking forward to school. Stupid jocks will just make fun of me again; and of Corey. That is the worst. I don’t want them to make fun of my boyfriend but I can’t exactly tell them to piss off either. I’m just not in the position to do so, they will probably beat me to death. I sigh one last time, letting go of Corey’s hand, which I don’t even remember taking, and make my way to the entrance. The people that stand in the schoolyard already begin to laugh and giggle at the two of us, but we just walk on. We will get through this and after we graduate, everything will be fine. We will stay together, we keep each other sane. Nothing will part us.
I didn’t know what was to come. He was always so cute and loving towards me… I always had the feeling that I didn’t deserve him…
Corey puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer. I lean into him, snaking my arms around his waist as I wait for the mad serial killer to tear the door open and find the terrified girl inside. We have a movie night and my boyfriend insisted on watching horror movies. I cuddle into his side more, my eyes glued to the TV. Suddenly there are to fingers under my skin and I give a start.
“Shh, Ash. It’s just me” Corey chuckles before moving my head so that I face him. He plants a gentle kiss on my lips and I smile a bit. He is the best boyfriend a guy could wish for, always taking care of me.
I lean forward and lightly brush my lips against me. His hand finds its way to my neck as he pulls me in for another kiss, deepening it. I feel the passion in it and immediately know where this kiss will lead us. I let my hand stroke his thigh.
“Ash” he quietly moans, breaking the kiss. I smile and straddle him. My lips attack his neck, finding his sweet spot at once. I lightly bite down and suck. Corey lets out incoherent moans, making me want him even more. I grind my hips against his and a really loud moan escapes his lips. I can tell that he wants me just as much.
“Oh my god, Ash…” he moans while I keep on kissing, biting and sucking on his neck, leaving several hickeys.
“A-ash… upstairs…” he pants as I continue to roll my hips against his, causing a friction that becomes more and more unbearable. I stop and look in his eyes. Lust and need.
I sighed once more. I definitely wasn’t ready to be hurt again. Corey and my friends were the only ones that called me Ash. I hated the nickname as much as I had loved it back in the past. I wanted it to stay in the past. It only reminded me of my downfall.
“Ash?” I look up at my boyfriend. I haven’t even noticed him coming. My face breaks in a smile and I get up to hug him, but when I stand in front of him and try to pull him into my arms, he refuses and pulls away from me, shaking his head.
“Core, what is wrong?” I ask him and see the sadness in his eyes.
“We can’t do this.” He just says.
“Do what, baby?” I ask and try to take his hands into mine but he just takes another step back.
“Us.” He surely doesn’t want to break up with me. I’m confused and Corey seems to see that. “Listen Ash, Tobias has seen us in the park yesterday. He said if I don’t break up with you and help him beat you up, he will make my life the worst hell I can imagine. I’m sorry, Ash. I cannot put up with that shit anymore. I’ve been through too much. I can’t handle all of this.” He turns around and walks away, leaving me standing at our spot in the park. I break down crying, I don’t even remember how I got home.
What was another letdown to me? Maria and Jason already had changed sides and Corey had been the next to do so. I should have seen that coming but I was blinded by the illusion that was our relationship. I had thought we were perfect. We were. Once. Before all of this. But his break up wasn’t even the worst part of the story.
“Oh faggot is crying” someone coos and a maniacal wave of laughter crashes through the empty hallways of the school. Standing above me are Maria, Jason, Tobias, Jennifer and Corey. I am a crying mess on the floor, beaten up with broken rips to accompany my cuts and bruises. My whole body hurts but that is not the reason I am crying. The reason is Corey. Most of the wounds are his work and at the moment he is the one laughing the loudest. My love, my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, my mind whispers. I let out another whimper. I still love him although he puts me through all this shit. He doesn’t want to hurt me. I cling to that thought, even though I noticed that he has started to enjoy beating me up. I can see it in his eyes. They show no pity, no apology, no love. Just hate. Realization hits me: He does want to hurt me. Physically and emotionally.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away and hoped no one had noticed. My hand brushed through my straightened hair and I looked around. Jake was looking at me intently, as if he had noticed that I wasn’t paying attention at all today. He gave me a small smile and I returned it. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but it felt so comforting. The bell rang and I packed my stuff. I didn’t have a clue what we talked about in class, just because Andy had to call me the same name that Corey and the others had. I knew that this shouldn’t affect me, but it did. I just hoped he would leave me alone today.
Jake Pitts’ Point of View
I had looked at Ash every now and then in English lesson because he seemed a bit off. Actually he didn’t only seem a bit off, but completely. He didn’t pay attention at all, just staring at the board. I knew that he wasn’t a very talkative person but I still thought it was odd. Maybe he was in thoughts or something. I had heard him sigh once or twice. Probably thinking about how he can get rid of Andy. I would do that if I were him. Andy could be annoying as fuck when he wanted something or someone, for that matter. I hoped he didn’t push it too far with Ashley yesterday evening. That guy needed some privacy too. I saw a tear roll down Ashley’s cheek, but he quickly wiped it away, pushing his hand through his hair and looking around the classroom. When his eyes met mine I gave him a small smile. He seemed quite depressed. Maybe I should try and talk to him? But he didn’t want company, he made that quite clear. Even though I thought that some friends would do him good. But that was his choice and I would respect it, not like the others.
He shyly smiled back and packed his stuff when lesson was over, quickly leaving the classroom.
[at the same time] Andrew Biersack’s Point of View
“Seriously Jinxx! I bet there is something wrong with him!” I tried to convince Jinxx, that something about Ashley is just not right. Not in the mean way but in a depressive and sad way. I somehow started to worry about him after last night.
“I thought you just wanted to fuck him?” Jinxx asked and looked at me weird. Well, I would be looking like that too if I were him. I never cared about someone that I just wanted to fuck. But my feeling just told me that Ashley needed help, that he needed someone who looked after him. But then again, I just wanted one fuck.
“Yeah, but…” I trailed off. But what?
“But?” Jinxx inquired.
“Hell, I don’t know!” I groaned. I was frustrated. I just wanted one fuck but something in me decided to actually care about him. But I wouldn’t have that. One fuck. That would be all. But I needed to get closer to him. I knew for a fact that he wouldn’t just scream “YES!” when I would go to him and say “Hey Ashley, how about a fuck?”. That wasn’t like him. So I would get him to trust me somehow. Spending time with him sounded like a good plan right now.
“Guess I have to get to know him for that fuck.” I said. “I see it as a challenge!”
“Well, ok. But don’t push it too far, Andy. I can tell he wants some privacy.” Jinxx had a slightly concerned look on his face. I sighed.
“Yeah, yeah. Got it. Befriend him, but not too much. Aye, aye, Captain Jinxxy!” I saluted him. I would get Ashley to trust me at least a bit. Then I would fuck him. And then I would drop him. I just loved my plans.
“But what makes you think there’s something wrong with him?” Jinxx asked as we strolled down the corridor to our next classes.
“Well… There are no personal things in his flat. Everybody puts up pictures of family and friends, or decorate at least a bit. The only decorative thing in his living room was a Mötley Crüe poster. I know, this isn’t much of an evidence. But there are other things too.” I sighed, remembering how he had snapped at me.
“What things?”
“He snapped at me for calling him Ash. I was just too lazy to say Ashley and didn’t mean any harm with it. But he got totally angry, telling me to never call him that again.” I say quietly, furrowing my brows. I could tell that Jinxx had a confused expression on his face.
“Hm, maybe bad experiences? Or he really just doesn’t like that name. Try calling me Jeremy and I’d kill you. You know how we are. Ashley isn’t much different, except for the little fact that he wants to be left alone.” Jinxx said and looked at me. Alone.
“He lives alone.” I whispered.
“What?” Jinxx asked, not expecting this.
“He lives alone. I knew there was something weird when I entered his flat and there was one bathroom, a kitchen and one more door, which must lead to one bedroom. Then I realized that his parents were nowhere to be found, so I asked him where they are. He said he lives alone and is 18 already. But he didn’t answer right away. I think he tried to figure out how much he could tell me…” I slightly trailed off, remembering how emotionless his voice had sounded and the way he stared at the TV.
“Ok, that’s weird. Maybe his parents chucked him out? Or died and he got to live alone since he’s 18…” I knew right away that Jinxx wasn’t content with his own answer. There just had to be more to it.
Ashley Purdy’s Point of View
I stepped out of the school building after my last class. I just wanted to go home and bury my head in my pillows and cry. But someone didn’t grant me my wish. Yes, you guessed it. Andy Biersack.
“Hey, Ashley! Wait up!” he yelled. I heard him running after me. I sighed and turned around, facing what feels like my doom.
“What is it, Biersack?” I said, using his last name to maybe offend him. Might be he got the notion that I didn’t want to talk.
“I thought maybe we could walk home together, since I live opposite of you!” he said happily. No such luck. Typically me. I just couldn’t get out of this.
“Fine” I sighed and started walking again.
“You know, the guys and me, we have a band. Though we don’t have a name yet” he seemed to frown a bit. I kept quiet. Why was he telling me that? It seemed like he just wanted to “keep up” the conversation.
“Well, and we’re missing a bassist.” he added. He couldn’t know that I played bass. My bedroom door was closed when he was over, so there was no way he could have seen that.
“We have some original songs and I think they’re pretty cool. Maybe you want to listen sometime?” he asked excitedly. We stood in front of my apartment complex. I sighed yet again.
“Andy, just leave me alone, ok? I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I don’t want company. I really don’t, ok? I’m sick and tired of telling you over and over and over again. Just leave me the fuck alone.” I knew that my voice sounded depressed but I didn’t care. I opened the front door and stepped inside. Right before it fell shut behind me I heard a quiet “Goodbye Ashley”. He sounded sad. But I told him before. I just wanted to be alone.
In the evening I sat alone on my couch, staring at the TV. I didn’t even know which show was on. All I could think of was that I missed Andy’s company, as much as I hated this thought. I missed having friends. I missed being loved. I missed being me.
As I stared at the blackboard, not paying attention to what my English teacher said, I thought about last night. Andy was really annoying. That was at least what I tried to convince myself of. When I just backed away from that thought for a second, I had to admit that I liked him. He was incredibly sexy, had those piercing blue eyes, was tall with a perfect body. He seemed to take genuine interest in me, recognizing that I lived without my parents. I couldn’t tell him though. I wouldn’t tell him. He was cute, lying on my couch with a slice of pizza in hand, watching Batman and getting all excited about that movie. But I just couldn’t let him invade my privacy. I just knew that this wouldn’t end well for me. I would get disappointed. Again. Like all the other times that someone said that they wanted to be my friends. Sooner or later they all let me down until I had no one left but myself. I learned to trust nobody, not even myself. Last night was another proof for that. I shouldn’t have let him in my flat. He had even come up to me this morning when he’d seen me and said hi, like we were best friends or something, with a huge smile on his face. I had just rolled my eyes and left him standing there. I felt bad for that though. The memories of last night added to the feeling.
“Ash?” he asks, using my old nickname. I cringe and glare at him with eyes full of hate.
“Don’t you ever dare call me that again!” I growl. He seems slightly taken aback by my outburst. I try to calm down. He cannot know.
He couldn’t know why I hated this name so much. He didn’t know about my past and I sure as hell wouldn’t tell him about it. He would just make fun of me. I sighed quietly. I felt bad for snapping at him, it really wasn’t his fault that I had such a fucked up past. I apologized though and I meant it. I was sorry for snapping. I was even sorry for not opening up to him. This was pure self-defense and had nothing to do with him. He was bringing up memories that I couldn’t stand, that I pushed back into the deepest corner of my mind, hoping I would just forget about them. I wasn’t so lucky. They always came back. When I tried to sleep at night. When someone called me Ash. When thinking about school. I was all alone with my mind full of memories I had hoped to never make, even though some of them seemed to be good ones at first sight.
“Hey Babe” I smile at my boyfriend, Corey.
“Hey Ash” He looks left and right before kissing my lips quickly. “Let’s go into this hell hole, shall we?” I just nod sadly at that, not looking forward to school. Stupid jocks will just make fun of me again; and of Corey. That is the worst. I don’t want them to make fun of my boyfriend but I can’t exactly tell them to piss off either. I’m just not in the position to do so, they will probably beat me to death. I sigh one last time, letting go of Corey’s hand, which I don’t even remember taking, and make my way to the entrance. The people that stand in the schoolyard already begin to laugh and giggle at the two of us, but we just walk on. We will get through this and after we graduate, everything will be fine. We will stay together, we keep each other sane. Nothing will part us.
I didn’t know what was to come. He was always so cute and loving towards me… I always had the feeling that I didn’t deserve him…
Corey puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer. I lean into him, snaking my arms around his waist as I wait for the mad serial killer to tear the door open and find the terrified girl inside. We have a movie night and my boyfriend insisted on watching horror movies. I cuddle into his side more, my eyes glued to the TV. Suddenly there are to fingers under my skin and I give a start.
“Shh, Ash. It’s just me” Corey chuckles before moving my head so that I face him. He plants a gentle kiss on my lips and I smile a bit. He is the best boyfriend a guy could wish for, always taking care of me.
I lean forward and lightly brush my lips against me. His hand finds its way to my neck as he pulls me in for another kiss, deepening it. I feel the passion in it and immediately know where this kiss will lead us. I let my hand stroke his thigh.
“Ash” he quietly moans, breaking the kiss. I smile and straddle him. My lips attack his neck, finding his sweet spot at once. I lightly bite down and suck. Corey lets out incoherent moans, making me want him even more. I grind my hips against his and a really loud moan escapes his lips. I can tell that he wants me just as much.
“Oh my god, Ash…” he moans while I keep on kissing, biting and sucking on his neck, leaving several hickeys.
“A-ash… upstairs…” he pants as I continue to roll my hips against his, causing a friction that becomes more and more unbearable. I stop and look in his eyes. Lust and need.
I sighed once more. I definitely wasn’t ready to be hurt again. Corey and my friends were the only ones that called me Ash. I hated the nickname as much as I had loved it back in the past. I wanted it to stay in the past. It only reminded me of my downfall.
“Ash?” I look up at my boyfriend. I haven’t even noticed him coming. My face breaks in a smile and I get up to hug him, but when I stand in front of him and try to pull him into my arms, he refuses and pulls away from me, shaking his head.
“Core, what is wrong?” I ask him and see the sadness in his eyes.
“We can’t do this.” He just says.
“Do what, baby?” I ask and try to take his hands into mine but he just takes another step back.
“Us.” He surely doesn’t want to break up with me. I’m confused and Corey seems to see that. “Listen Ash, Tobias has seen us in the park yesterday. He said if I don’t break up with you and help him beat you up, he will make my life the worst hell I can imagine. I’m sorry, Ash. I cannot put up with that shit anymore. I’ve been through too much. I can’t handle all of this.” He turns around and walks away, leaving me standing at our spot in the park. I break down crying, I don’t even remember how I got home.
What was another letdown to me? Maria and Jason already had changed sides and Corey had been the next to do so. I should have seen that coming but I was blinded by the illusion that was our relationship. I had thought we were perfect. We were. Once. Before all of this. But his break up wasn’t even the worst part of the story.
“Oh faggot is crying” someone coos and a maniacal wave of laughter crashes through the empty hallways of the school. Standing above me are Maria, Jason, Tobias, Jennifer and Corey. I am a crying mess on the floor, beaten up with broken rips to accompany my cuts and bruises. My whole body hurts but that is not the reason I am crying. The reason is Corey. Most of the wounds are his work and at the moment he is the one laughing the loudest. My love, my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, my mind whispers. I let out another whimper. I still love him although he puts me through all this shit. He doesn’t want to hurt me. I cling to that thought, even though I noticed that he has started to enjoy beating me up. I can see it in his eyes. They show no pity, no apology, no love. Just hate. Realization hits me: He does want to hurt me. Physically and emotionally.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away and hoped no one had noticed. My hand brushed through my straightened hair and I looked around. Jake was looking at me intently, as if he had noticed that I wasn’t paying attention at all today. He gave me a small smile and I returned it. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but it felt so comforting. The bell rang and I packed my stuff. I didn’t have a clue what we talked about in class, just because Andy had to call me the same name that Corey and the others had. I knew that this shouldn’t affect me, but it did. I just hoped he would leave me alone today.
Jake Pitts’ Point of View
I had looked at Ash every now and then in English lesson because he seemed a bit off. Actually he didn’t only seem a bit off, but completely. He didn’t pay attention at all, just staring at the board. I knew that he wasn’t a very talkative person but I still thought it was odd. Maybe he was in thoughts or something. I had heard him sigh once or twice. Probably thinking about how he can get rid of Andy. I would do that if I were him. Andy could be annoying as fuck when he wanted something or someone, for that matter. I hoped he didn’t push it too far with Ashley yesterday evening. That guy needed some privacy too. I saw a tear roll down Ashley’s cheek, but he quickly wiped it away, pushing his hand through his hair and looking around the classroom. When his eyes met mine I gave him a small smile. He seemed quite depressed. Maybe I should try and talk to him? But he didn’t want company, he made that quite clear. Even though I thought that some friends would do him good. But that was his choice and I would respect it, not like the others.
He shyly smiled back and packed his stuff when lesson was over, quickly leaving the classroom.
[at the same time] Andrew Biersack’s Point of View
“Seriously Jinxx! I bet there is something wrong with him!” I tried to convince Jinxx, that something about Ashley is just not right. Not in the mean way but in a depressive and sad way. I somehow started to worry about him after last night.
“I thought you just wanted to fuck him?” Jinxx asked and looked at me weird. Well, I would be looking like that too if I were him. I never cared about someone that I just wanted to fuck. But my feeling just told me that Ashley needed help, that he needed someone who looked after him. But then again, I just wanted one fuck.
“Yeah, but…” I trailed off. But what?
“But?” Jinxx inquired.
“Hell, I don’t know!” I groaned. I was frustrated. I just wanted one fuck but something in me decided to actually care about him. But I wouldn’t have that. One fuck. That would be all. But I needed to get closer to him. I knew for a fact that he wouldn’t just scream “YES!” when I would go to him and say “Hey Ashley, how about a fuck?”. That wasn’t like him. So I would get him to trust me somehow. Spending time with him sounded like a good plan right now.
“Guess I have to get to know him for that fuck.” I said. “I see it as a challenge!”
“Well, ok. But don’t push it too far, Andy. I can tell he wants some privacy.” Jinxx had a slightly concerned look on his face. I sighed.
“Yeah, yeah. Got it. Befriend him, but not too much. Aye, aye, Captain Jinxxy!” I saluted him. I would get Ashley to trust me at least a bit. Then I would fuck him. And then I would drop him. I just loved my plans.
“But what makes you think there’s something wrong with him?” Jinxx asked as we strolled down the corridor to our next classes.
“Well… There are no personal things in his flat. Everybody puts up pictures of family and friends, or decorate at least a bit. The only decorative thing in his living room was a Mötley Crüe poster. I know, this isn’t much of an evidence. But there are other things too.” I sighed, remembering how he had snapped at me.
“What things?”
“He snapped at me for calling him Ash. I was just too lazy to say Ashley and didn’t mean any harm with it. But he got totally angry, telling me to never call him that again.” I say quietly, furrowing my brows. I could tell that Jinxx had a confused expression on his face.
“Hm, maybe bad experiences? Or he really just doesn’t like that name. Try calling me Jeremy and I’d kill you. You know how we are. Ashley isn’t much different, except for the little fact that he wants to be left alone.” Jinxx said and looked at me. Alone.
“He lives alone.” I whispered.
“What?” Jinxx asked, not expecting this.
“He lives alone. I knew there was something weird when I entered his flat and there was one bathroom, a kitchen and one more door, which must lead to one bedroom. Then I realized that his parents were nowhere to be found, so I asked him where they are. He said he lives alone and is 18 already. But he didn’t answer right away. I think he tried to figure out how much he could tell me…” I slightly trailed off, remembering how emotionless his voice had sounded and the way he stared at the TV.
“Ok, that’s weird. Maybe his parents chucked him out? Or died and he got to live alone since he’s 18…” I knew right away that Jinxx wasn’t content with his own answer. There just had to be more to it.
Ashley Purdy’s Point of View
I stepped out of the school building after my last class. I just wanted to go home and bury my head in my pillows and cry. But someone didn’t grant me my wish. Yes, you guessed it. Andy Biersack.
“Hey, Ashley! Wait up!” he yelled. I heard him running after me. I sighed and turned around, facing what feels like my doom.
“What is it, Biersack?” I said, using his last name to maybe offend him. Might be he got the notion that I didn’t want to talk.
“I thought maybe we could walk home together, since I live opposite of you!” he said happily. No such luck. Typically me. I just couldn’t get out of this.
“Fine” I sighed and started walking again.
“You know, the guys and me, we have a band. Though we don’t have a name yet” he seemed to frown a bit. I kept quiet. Why was he telling me that? It seemed like he just wanted to “keep up” the conversation.
“Well, and we’re missing a bassist.” he added. He couldn’t know that I played bass. My bedroom door was closed when he was over, so there was no way he could have seen that.
“We have some original songs and I think they’re pretty cool. Maybe you want to listen sometime?” he asked excitedly. We stood in front of my apartment complex. I sighed yet again.
“Andy, just leave me alone, ok? I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I don’t want company. I really don’t, ok? I’m sick and tired of telling you over and over and over again. Just leave me the fuck alone.” I knew that my voice sounded depressed but I didn’t care. I opened the front door and stepped inside. Right before it fell shut behind me I heard a quiet “Goodbye Ashley”. He sounded sad. But I told him before. I just wanted to be alone.
In the evening I sat alone on my couch, staring at the TV. I didn’t even know which show was on. All I could think of was that I missed Andy’s company, as much as I hated this thought. I missed having friends. I missed being loved. I missed being me.
Notes
Ok, so this is a fairly long chapter and I really hope you like it! There is a bit of everything in here, I guess. Some implied smut (yes, yes! ^.^), sad memories (I guess you got the idea, that italic and present tense means memories) and some annoying Andy! :) I already have notes for the next two chapters. Yay 4 Me! Next one will be up, as always, on wednesday! :) Maybe, I'll write a smut One Shot (Andley or Janxx, what do you guys want? ^^) to help you pass the time! :) Enough rambling, from my side! Comments, Subscriptions, Votes and Shares are always welcome and those who do get cookies! ^.^xoxo RebelliousRedamancy
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6/28/16