“Goddamn, it’s a packed house out there tonight,” Andy said as he came off the stage for a small break before they’d finish their set for the night in Mexico City, Mexico. Right now, Jake was up on stage doing a small guitar solo and CC was backing him on the drums.

“It sounds really full,” I admitted and handed Andy a towel from backstage for him to blot at the sweat that adorned his face. “You’ve sounded really good tonight,” I complimented him and he smirked, I knew he loved his nightly ego-boosts.

“One day you’ll have to come out there and sing with me,” he said which had shocked me a bit. Would he ever really let me? “It’s not like you don’t know the lyrics to all our songs.” Andy added, which was true. I did know all the lyrics: I was a huge fan, after all.

“I think I’d rather be here though, babe,” I admitted and wrapped my arms up around his neck, gazing into his deep blue eyes. “It’s better to watch you be the rock-star and to just know that… I’m the one holding you like this after the show.” My hand had reached up and began to caress his cheek.

“You’re the only one who’s going to be in my arms after a show, I can fucking assure you of that,” Andy growled and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pressing my body against his… I let out a soft whimper and nuzzled his sweaty neck, kissing there lightly.

“Go out there and finish your fans off. They’re going to get antsy without you,” I reminded him and pulled away, starting to shove him back towards the stage. He narrowed his eyes at me with a smirk. “You and I have unfinished business tonight,” I rolled my eyes. “We’re going to be on a plane, Andy!” I had to remind him.

We would be headed back to the states. First stop…Los Angeles. After Los Angeles, we would head to Louisville and Andy had already suggested since Louisville was very close to his own hometown of Cincinnati, that we should go visit his parents, too. I was excited for Louisville and I was excited for Cincy, but I was dreading Los Angeles, fucking dreading it.

What would it be like if Juliet was actually still there, in her and Andy’s house? They haven’t talked since he made the official public statement about the breakup and him and me getting together. What if she begs for him back and says it was all a misunderstanding? I was scared beyond belief.
I watched as Andy disappeared back up onto the stage. His band would play probably another thirty minutes; maybe even forty-five before calling it a night. By that point, it’d be close to nine o’clock local time. I imagined at least an hour to two hours after that; we’d be on our way to Los Angeles.
I lost myself in my thoughts of thinking what Los Angeles would be like. If Juliet truly wasn’t there—what was it going to be like, then? Would it be a good experience? Would I fall in love with the city and desperately desire to stay? My thoughts consumed me and the next thing I knew, the band was coming off of the stage…Andy was last, of course.

“My sweaty, sweaty, Batmandy,” I laughed as he practically rung sweat out of his dark hair after getting off the stage. “I’m a man, Livvy, it’s what we do.” Andy teased and grabbed a fresh towel backstage and started to dry his face, his hair… he didn’t worry about his war-paint covered arms or stomach… those could be washed later I would imagine.

“You are a man, baby, a hundred percent,” I teased him in return and grabbed the towel out of his hands, tossing it aside as I gazed up into his eyes. “Mmm, someone is eager for my attention,” the vocalist purred and I rolled my eyes, playfully shoving him again. “Andy, plane, remember?”

“We should just live here in Mexico City,” he joked and started to gather up his things in the backstage area. “Shouldn’t we head to the hotel and pack?” I asked him and he shook his head, rolling his shoulders some. “That’s always taken care of for us, ever since we got ‘big’ anyway. Our staff is good; they’ve never forgotten anything to date.”

I guess I shouldn’t worry—if Andy didn’t, I definitely shouldn’t. “Right so… straight to the airport for us then,” I asked of my boyfriend and he nodded, sitting down on a sofa and pulling me into his lap. “Not for another ten minutes or so,” he said with a grin as his arms wrapped around my waist, mine went up around his neck. “What’s on your mind, Livvy? You seem nervous,” Andy questioned.

I guess I had made it a little too obvious because of my questions that I was trying to hide nervousness. Damn, I was an easy give away. I sighed a bit and played with his hair, curling it around my finger, rather enamored with it. “I’m just afraid of the possibilities in Los Angeles. Afraid of what it’ll be like if Juliet is there…or even if she isn’t. Are you really ready to go home to an empty house?”

I questioned the older male whose lap I was sitting upon. Andy shook his head a little, placing a finger upon my lips. “Who said I would be home alone? You’re going to be there, aren’t you Liv?” “Well yeah but… not seeing Juliet’s things there, if she’s truly moved out…” my voice trailed off. I probably sounded like a broken record.

“We’ll never know until we find out, will we?” Andy asked and I nodded my head some. He was right—I really shouldn’t be worrying as much as I am. She’ll either be there or she won’t be; that’s the end of it. I nuzzled into his neck and shoulder, closing my eyes and started to breathe quite a bit more calmly.

“I never thought I’d feel this way again. That miserable night I spent in Louisville, and even the next day…crying to you in Starbucks; I was fucking broken, Livvy. I still am; I’m still hurting so bad over this break up. There’s so much that reminds me of her, but I try to put myself past it. You’re my new chapter and I want to focus on us…” his voice got quieter, deeper, and I couldn’t stop myself from shivering in his lap.

“I never thought there’d ever be an ‘us’…” I admitted in a quiet voice, my head still upon his shoulder. I was speaking more into his ear, really. “Andy, six days ago, all I was, was a fan. I met you at a meet-and-greet after so long of desiring to and I just happened to ask the right question. I could tell you seemed so distant and blue…” I pouted some as I remembered him that day, pulling back my head so I could look into his baby blue eyes.

“What in the fuck were the chances that…you would walk into the Starbucks I worked in the very next morning?” I asked and he chuckled, nodding. “They were pretty slim chances, huh?” He asked and I agreed. “I think it was fate. You made an impression on me that evening at the meet and greet; you were the only one who noticed I was off my A-game. My band-mates knew; but the fans…as long as they were meeting me in my glorious flesh, they couldn’t care less of anything else. You were different and I longed to keep talking to you.”

Some of these things Andy was admitting to me for the first time; I felt like I had finally broken a barrier and he was finally just… letting loose. Our conversation had to stop as he gathered up his things backstage and we made our way to a limousine outside that took us all to the airport. Just like Andy said, our bags were there being loaded into the plane. Being the paranoid Penny that I am, I had to look through my duffel two times to make sure everything was there.

When we finally got onto the plane, it was eleven fifteen at night local time. I was wide awake, though, so our conversation picked back up from earlier. “There are so many girls who wish they were me right now. Six days ago I was just a fan and now I’m your girlfriend.”

“It may sound mean but, they aren’t as smart as you Livvy, or as interesting or as beautiful,” he complimented me as we sat together on the plane. I blushed heavily and took his hand, lacing fingers with him. “A lot of people would say I’m stupid, being this way with you so fast. I can’t deny that I don’t have my doubts that I’m just some stupid rebound but… they don’t see the way you look at me Andy… they don’t feel what it feels like to wake up in your arms,” I whispered and he squeezed my hand gently, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of it.

“I’m not going to promise that I won’t ever hurt you. I’m going to hurt you. It’s not if, it’s when. I just hope that you’ll still be there and that you’ll give me the space and time I need sometimes to get my head back on straight. I’m a musician, Liv. I tour eight months out of the year usually, and most of the time, you aren’t going to be able to come with me. It’s not going to be a cake walk.”

I heard him loud and clear. I knew there were going to be tours eventually that I wouldn’t be able to accompany him on. I knew there would be times that I would be back in Louisville, sitting in my old bed, listening to my Mom moving about downstairs and I would just sit there: daydreaming about what it would be like to be back on a tour bus with Andy. There would be times I would question my sanity and wonder if it was all real…but I know I’ll be able to pick up my phone and call him and hear his voice. He’ll reassure me, it was real.

My hand was firmly attached to Andy’s for a good fifteen minutes after the plane had roared to life and took off. Yes, I was definitely less nervous on the flight out of Mexico City than I was the other day on the flight into the city. I still hated planes, though. I couldn’t see how Andy and the rest of the band did it…being on a plane so often like when they toured a place like the United Kingdom or Europe and they couldn’t have a tour bus like they do in the states. I would die without a doubt.

We landed in Los Angeles about four hours later, which was one o’clock in the morning Los Angeles time. LAX, the airport there, was hustling and bustling for this time of morning which absolutely shocked me. Even the international airport in Louisville, where I hailed from, was never this busy in the middle of the night.

“This is officially the biggest city I’ve ever been to,” I admitted as I waited for my luggage with Andy in the airport. Security was thick for the band arriving because there were a ton of fans waiting for them…and especially fans who wanted to catch a glimpse of Andy and me together.

“I felt the same way; trust me, when I first came to Los Angeles. I was so fucking enamored and star-struck with the city, not even the people in it. It’s really beautiful at night, and amazing during the day,” he admitted as we grabbed our bags and headed out to a limousine that was waiting on us. We were riding in a large one with the whole band and they’d all be dropped off at their respective homes. Come to find out, they all lived on the same end of Los Angeles, in a couple different gated communities.

Andy and I were the first ones being dropped off. We slid out of the limousine and Andy said his goodbye to his boys, telling them he’d text them in the morning or afternoon. I looked up after that towards the large house and my mouth slightly went agape. “You didn’t tell me you lived in a fuckin’ mansion,” I mumbled and Andy laughed, patting my back. “I’m famous, Livvy. Do you expect me to live in a cardboard box?” The male questioned and I immediately shook my head, no; of course not.

We walked up to the front door and he unlocked it, turning on the light once inside the house. Juliet’s things were obviously missing…Andy sighed a bit, dropping his luggage down by the door and once I had walked inside, he shut the door behind me. “I don’t know if this is harder than if her stuff would have still been here or not…” he admitted and grabbed up one of his duffels, the one with all of his dirty clothes and headed to the bathroom.

“Hey, c’mon, I can do this,” I said as he was starting the washer. “I’m the woman, aren’t I?” I teased him and he shook his head some, gazing over at me for a second. “I’ve never made Juliet or anyone else do my laundry,” he admitted and started sorting his clothes. “Well, if you insist,” I said as I gazed around the bathroom. It was so big…and it had such a fancy tub and shower, hell even the vanity was beautiful.

“I don’t know how Juliet could have done it. Break up with you, move out of a beautiful place like this… This is like paradise for a small town girl like me who lives in an apartment with her Mother,” I said quietly and lent against the vanity as I watched Andy sort his laundry and get a load going. This felt so real and honest now. While we were on the bus, I felt like I was with Andy Six…while we were touring, in hotel rooms… but now, I really felt like I was here with Andy Biersack, the man behind the vocalist of Black Veil Brides.

“I’m just honestly glad she wasn’t here tonight. I don’t know if I could have confronted that tonight,” Andy admitted and I could hear the sadness in his voice. I pushed myself off the vanity and walked over to him, wrapping my arms up around his neck, kissing his cheek gently. “I’m glad we didn’t have to go through that tonight, as well. But you know it’ll happen… sooner rather than later.”

“I’m hoping it does. I want it done and over with, Liv. I want the questions to be answered that I have… I don’t want to start the next leg of this tour with any doubts.” Andy said in a quiet voice and I nodded my head; I understood perfectly where he was coming from.

Notes

Word Count: 2,526

One of my longest chapters so far! I hope you all enjoyed it! Comments really do help me update faster <3

Said this on Mibba but I'll also say it here: for my faithful readers--here in the next week or so, you might want to re-read the story because.. over the last couple weeks, I've edited my previous chapters in my Microsoft Word file (added a little here, changed words there..) so I'll be editing the chapters here on Mibba/bvbfanfiction, too, over the next week or so! Hope you won't mind that!