Caramel Macchiato
Autograph, Please?
“Oh gosh, you’re Livvy, aren’t you?” It was 4:15 in the evening there in Mexico City, Mexico. The Black Veil Brides meet and greet had just started inside this small music store and I’d taken a seat right next to Andy, my chair pushed back a little to indicate that clearly I wasn’t a part of the autograph signing at all. On the other side of me was Ashley Purdy, who had—before the meet and greets started—applauded Andy for his official statement regarding me on their Facebook page.
The first fan had just gotten to the table and spoke fluent English, to my surprise…but she had recognized me. Word spreads fast with internet’s help apparently. “That’d be me,” I said in a soft voice, although it sounded so out of place since I had an accent like a hick-town USA type of gal. I reached across the table and shook the girls hand who wore a large smile.
“You two make such a cute couple!” The girl commented and I felt my cheeks beginning to heat up. I glanced at Andy out of the corner of my eye and noticed his cheeks were slightly pink, too.
Andy spoke to the girl for a moment or two, signing the brand new poster she’d just bought from a merchandise booth set up outside of the venue. Thankfully it was a warm, sunny evening in Mexico City, or I’d feel bad for these fans waiting outside for the last few hours for this meet and greet.
This continued for well over an hour, the meet and greet, girls coming up one by one, two by two. Several girls, and even guys, recognized me as Andy’s new love interest. So many of them had questions about Juliet and what had happened, what caused the breakup but Andy simply didn’t comment, and when he did it was very vague—like his statement online.
He wasn’t rude with his silence; it was understood by his fans. Most of them mainly wanted a picture of Andy and me together, which we were happy to give them. I liked that so many people were taking photos of Andy and me-- that meant we had something to document our time together with.
Some of the girls would show us the picture on their camera and ask if it looked good enough, of course we replied ‘yes.’ Looking at these pictures, it really gob smacked me. I couldn’t believe I was sitting next to this incredible rock-star.
It was nice watching Andy in his element like this—truly watching him. Four and a half days ago now, I was just this unknown girl in Louisville, Kentucky, at a meet and greet, getting to meet him for the very first time. Five days ago, I was seeing him perform live for the first time. Three days ago, I was consoling him in an empty Starbucks. Apparently I must have made one hell of an impression on him because… here I am, in another country with Andy.
I never thought my life would ever come to this but I was sure glad it had. I was grateful to Andy, to his manager, to his band-mates for giving me this opportunity, but a part of me felt like anything Andy wanted…Andy got. That wasn’t a bad thing—because it’s what has gotten me this far. I’m in Mexico City, Mexico, another fucking country with the guy that I know for a fact I’m falling in love with—deeply. I keep reiterating that within my mind… a chill runs up my spine every time I do.
“Was that the last one?” Andy’s voice was soft—he’d been talking so much over the last hour, getting closer to two hours now, that his voice was almost shot. I noticed Jake’s was like that, too…then it dawned on me, all of their voices were just about gone. Andy spoke with the music store owner for a time and his manager about tomorrow night’s show here in Mexico City.
I lost myself for a time just sitting there in the chair, listening to the voices around me. Before I knew it, I felt warm hands rubbing my shoulders. I knew they weren’t Andy’s, but it made me happy to know that someone knew I existed. “You look a little tense,” CC commented and I laughed, looking up at him as he hovered above me, rubbing my shoulders.
“A little; I don’t see how you guys do it. You sit in these chairs in multiple different cities for hours on end just catering to your fans. My back would be so broken…” “Ours definitely are,” he admitted to me. “But the thrill of meeting fans, hearing their praises… trust me, it takes your mind off the pain until it’s all over at least.” CC explained.
“In that case, I should be giving you the back massage,” I commented to CC with a soft laugh, then heard a voice I recognized all too well. It made another slight chill run up my spine, in such a good way.
“Good way to put it, bro,” Andy said as he came up behind CC, brow slightly rose. “But I’m goin’ to have to ask, why are your hands on my girl?” “Well, you see,” CC started, “your hands weren’t on her and she looked a little lonely,” he teased which earned him a playful shove away from me by Andy.
Within seconds, Andy’s hands were on my shoulders now which made me smile beyond belief. “It should be me giving you the back massage, Andy, after that long autograph signing. You’re so gracious to all of your fans,” I admitted and stood up from the chair, scooting it away from us with my foot and closing the gap between us.
Immediately, Andy wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I instinctively laid my head against his shoulder and listened to his heartbeat. The music store had been so noisy earlier, and now it was so quiet I could actually hear his heart… the soft pitter patter that seemed to skip a beat every time I moved a fraction in his arms.
“I’m definitely not going to deny a back massage later,” he stated in a soft murmur into my ear. “But you deserve a round of applause for staying the whole time. There were a lot of questions tonight, a lot of people who didn’t like you and you didn’t let them bring you down,” he commented and I laughed softly. “As long as you’re right here, they’ll never get to me. I won’t let them.”
“What do you say we head back to the hotel for a nice dinner before bed? I’ll have to get up earlier tomorrow and get to the venue for a sound check, wardrobe, press…” he went on, expecting it to sound boring to me I was sure…but it didn’t. I had already sat through an interview with him this afternoon and I had enjoyed myself. I was excited for tomorrow, but I was more excited for tonight.
Once back at the hotel room, I found myself changing into some more comfortable clothing without really caring if Andy looked or not. I really wasn’t too shy about my body, I knew I was good looking; he had already stated that quite a few times now. “Getting comfortable?” Andy questioned and I nodded my head, crawling up onto the bed where he sat with his laptop in his lap after I was finished changing.
Andy was such a media whore. Facebook, Twitter, lurking Google and Tumblr for posts about himself; he was obsessed to put it lightly; I can’t say I blame him though, if I were famous I’d probably be obsessed with how people were portraying me online, as well. “Pay attention to me,” I fake whined and crawled to him, shutting his laptop. Andy laughed a bit and pushed it off of his lap onto the bed, allowing me to sit in his lap.
“But the laptop is far more entertaining,” he teased and I glared at him, making a ‘pfft’ sound. “I highly doubt that, Mr. Biersack.” I admitted and lent my head in a little closer to his, our foreheads pressing together. “I’ve had a really good day.” I whispered.
“Today was a good day after all.” Andy admitted, “I was really afraid it would turn out to be shit after the concert got moved forward a day. All the press, the signing; I thought it would take more out of me than it did but surprisingly, I’m wide awake, baby,” Andy said in a soft purr and rolled me over in the bed, where he was hovering above me.
I felt my cheeks flush a deep pink as I gazed up into those baby blue orbs of his. “Am I meant to be wearing you out, then?” I questioned and he nodded his head a little. More than a fat kid wanting cake—I wanted Andy so badly right then and there but I was too afraid. I was too afraid that it would ruin everything between us. I felt like the moment was right…
The first fan had just gotten to the table and spoke fluent English, to my surprise…but she had recognized me. Word spreads fast with internet’s help apparently. “That’d be me,” I said in a soft voice, although it sounded so out of place since I had an accent like a hick-town USA type of gal. I reached across the table and shook the girls hand who wore a large smile.
“You two make such a cute couple!” The girl commented and I felt my cheeks beginning to heat up. I glanced at Andy out of the corner of my eye and noticed his cheeks were slightly pink, too.
Andy spoke to the girl for a moment or two, signing the brand new poster she’d just bought from a merchandise booth set up outside of the venue. Thankfully it was a warm, sunny evening in Mexico City, or I’d feel bad for these fans waiting outside for the last few hours for this meet and greet.
This continued for well over an hour, the meet and greet, girls coming up one by one, two by two. Several girls, and even guys, recognized me as Andy’s new love interest. So many of them had questions about Juliet and what had happened, what caused the breakup but Andy simply didn’t comment, and when he did it was very vague—like his statement online.
He wasn’t rude with his silence; it was understood by his fans. Most of them mainly wanted a picture of Andy and me together, which we were happy to give them. I liked that so many people were taking photos of Andy and me-- that meant we had something to document our time together with.
Some of the girls would show us the picture on their camera and ask if it looked good enough, of course we replied ‘yes.’ Looking at these pictures, it really gob smacked me. I couldn’t believe I was sitting next to this incredible rock-star.
It was nice watching Andy in his element like this—truly watching him. Four and a half days ago now, I was just this unknown girl in Louisville, Kentucky, at a meet and greet, getting to meet him for the very first time. Five days ago, I was seeing him perform live for the first time. Three days ago, I was consoling him in an empty Starbucks. Apparently I must have made one hell of an impression on him because… here I am, in another country with Andy.
I never thought my life would ever come to this but I was sure glad it had. I was grateful to Andy, to his manager, to his band-mates for giving me this opportunity, but a part of me felt like anything Andy wanted…Andy got. That wasn’t a bad thing—because it’s what has gotten me this far. I’m in Mexico City, Mexico, another fucking country with the guy that I know for a fact I’m falling in love with—deeply. I keep reiterating that within my mind… a chill runs up my spine every time I do.
“Was that the last one?” Andy’s voice was soft—he’d been talking so much over the last hour, getting closer to two hours now, that his voice was almost shot. I noticed Jake’s was like that, too…then it dawned on me, all of their voices were just about gone. Andy spoke with the music store owner for a time and his manager about tomorrow night’s show here in Mexico City.
I lost myself for a time just sitting there in the chair, listening to the voices around me. Before I knew it, I felt warm hands rubbing my shoulders. I knew they weren’t Andy’s, but it made me happy to know that someone knew I existed. “You look a little tense,” CC commented and I laughed, looking up at him as he hovered above me, rubbing my shoulders.
“A little; I don’t see how you guys do it. You sit in these chairs in multiple different cities for hours on end just catering to your fans. My back would be so broken…” “Ours definitely are,” he admitted to me. “But the thrill of meeting fans, hearing their praises… trust me, it takes your mind off the pain until it’s all over at least.” CC explained.
“In that case, I should be giving you the back massage,” I commented to CC with a soft laugh, then heard a voice I recognized all too well. It made another slight chill run up my spine, in such a good way.
“Good way to put it, bro,” Andy said as he came up behind CC, brow slightly rose. “But I’m goin’ to have to ask, why are your hands on my girl?” “Well, you see,” CC started, “your hands weren’t on her and she looked a little lonely,” he teased which earned him a playful shove away from me by Andy.
Within seconds, Andy’s hands were on my shoulders now which made me smile beyond belief. “It should be me giving you the back massage, Andy, after that long autograph signing. You’re so gracious to all of your fans,” I admitted and stood up from the chair, scooting it away from us with my foot and closing the gap between us.
Immediately, Andy wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I instinctively laid my head against his shoulder and listened to his heartbeat. The music store had been so noisy earlier, and now it was so quiet I could actually hear his heart… the soft pitter patter that seemed to skip a beat every time I moved a fraction in his arms.
“I’m definitely not going to deny a back massage later,” he stated in a soft murmur into my ear. “But you deserve a round of applause for staying the whole time. There were a lot of questions tonight, a lot of people who didn’t like you and you didn’t let them bring you down,” he commented and I laughed softly. “As long as you’re right here, they’ll never get to me. I won’t let them.”
“What do you say we head back to the hotel for a nice dinner before bed? I’ll have to get up earlier tomorrow and get to the venue for a sound check, wardrobe, press…” he went on, expecting it to sound boring to me I was sure…but it didn’t. I had already sat through an interview with him this afternoon and I had enjoyed myself. I was excited for tomorrow, but I was more excited for tonight.
Once back at the hotel room, I found myself changing into some more comfortable clothing without really caring if Andy looked or not. I really wasn’t too shy about my body, I knew I was good looking; he had already stated that quite a few times now. “Getting comfortable?” Andy questioned and I nodded my head, crawling up onto the bed where he sat with his laptop in his lap after I was finished changing.
Andy was such a media whore. Facebook, Twitter, lurking Google and Tumblr for posts about himself; he was obsessed to put it lightly; I can’t say I blame him though, if I were famous I’d probably be obsessed with how people were portraying me online, as well. “Pay attention to me,” I fake whined and crawled to him, shutting his laptop. Andy laughed a bit and pushed it off of his lap onto the bed, allowing me to sit in his lap.
“But the laptop is far more entertaining,” he teased and I glared at him, making a ‘pfft’ sound. “I highly doubt that, Mr. Biersack.” I admitted and lent my head in a little closer to his, our foreheads pressing together. “I’ve had a really good day.” I whispered.
“Today was a good day after all.” Andy admitted, “I was really afraid it would turn out to be shit after the concert got moved forward a day. All the press, the signing; I thought it would take more out of me than it did but surprisingly, I’m wide awake, baby,” Andy said in a soft purr and rolled me over in the bed, where he was hovering above me.
I felt my cheeks flush a deep pink as I gazed up into those baby blue orbs of his. “Am I meant to be wearing you out, then?” I questioned and he nodded his head a little. More than a fat kid wanting cake—I wanted Andy so badly right then and there but I was too afraid. I was too afraid that it would ruin everything between us. I felt like the moment was right…
Notes
Word Count: 1,519As I said on Mibba, I'm so sorry this update took so long. April was a very stressful month for me. I had entered Camp NaNo and my goal was 30K, and I lost with just around 27K. :/ I have started a new Andy/Juliet fanfiction though, hopefully I'll have the first chapter up sometime soon. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I have already started writing the next chapter for this story, woo!
I love it, I couldn't stop reading it, but when I got to chapter 17 I had to, so please update it ;-;
6/13/14