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The drive to Chicago had been long… longer than I had anticipated and I guessed that was because I was looking forward to seeing Andy so badly. I knew he was stressed… I knew he desperately needed somebody—me. I arrived in Chicago around 1:15 in the morning. I drove straight to the hotel, parked, and grabbed my duffel bags. Finding my way up to the third floor, I knocked gently on room 313. I felt my heart starting to flutter, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I was scared, anxious, nervous, and excited…every emotion rolled into one. I wasn’t sure the name for it. Most of all, I think, I was happy.
The door started to be pulled open and I began to bite on my bottom lip rather roughly.. I smiled though when I saw it was him, and that he somewhat looked happy instead of so very depressed like he had while still in Louisville. “Did you play a good show?” I asked and he nodded his head, moving out of the way where I could come into the room.
“I haven’t gotten my own room yet,” I admitted and laid my duffel bags down, realizing he had a room with two beds. “Did you get this room on purpose?” I asked Andy and he chuckled a little.
“You caught me.” He teased and sat down at the foot of one of the beds. “Yeah, I figured it was late enough you wouldn’t get your own room…so I just got a double. I hope you don’t mind,” Andy offered and I couldn’t help but let my cheeks tint pink somewhat.
“Of course I don’t mind,” I said softly and properly sat down next to him. “Now, answer my question more thoroughly since I didn’t get to see you play tonight.” I urged him.
“It was a good show. Went well without a hitch. I sung my heart out, but I can’t say it made things better… especially when a lot of these songs, I sung for the first time in front of her on Warped Tour.” I could tell that was Andy’s problem… he was going to associate everything with her.
“Andy… if I had a snake tattoo, would you associate it with her? If I had long blond hair? Can you really go on with your life tying everything to her? If you were to play Warped Tour again this summer, would you only be able to think of her and not your friend Matt Good or anything such as that?” I questioned the elder male vocalist… at first I only earned a shrug in response, but then I gathered he actually began to truly think about it.
“I don’t know. I mean… wouldn’t you for a while after the break up? If you had just broke up with a guy with a deep voice, couldn’t you associate mine with his? Or a man with long hair, couldn’t you look at me for the first little while and think of him?” Andy asked me and I simply shook my head.
“I suppose in a way you’re right, but I don’t think I could…or that I would. But that remains to be seen… I haven’t had a boyfriend in quite a long while,” I admitted to which Andy raised a brow.
“Really? Why is that?” The male questioned and I sighed, really sort of wanting to avoid the subject. It’s not like I wasn’t sitting right beside the guy that made it impossible for me to have a boyfriend.
“Impossibly high standards. No one matches up to what I want…” I admitted and he nodded his head some.
“I felt that way, until I met Juliet. I was so picky before her, after Scout. Sure I dated Hanna and Lexus but… that was just… testing. Playing the field, being on the market so to speak I guess. I guess it eased the loneliness to play the field. It made me feel better, made me feel like someone still wanted me.” Andy said softly.
I could definitely relate to what he was saying. My last boyfriend which was over the summer, I had really only dated out of pure loneliness. He and I didn’t have a whole lot in common but… we liked some of the same things which made it somewhat easier to go out to movies or small concerts and enjoy them together. Loneliness drove people to do silly things…sometimes down right stupid things.
“I think we should call it a night though,” Andy said softly as he stood up from beside me on the bed and turned out the ceiling light overhead of us. The only light now in the room was a small lamp in between the two beds.
“Yeah… the drive has really worn me out.” I commented and rummaged in my duffel bag, pulling out a set of pajamas, my hair brush, and my tooth brush. “Excuse me for a minute or two,” I smiled a little and walked past him into the bathroom, closing the door. I changed into pajamas, brushed my hair and my teeth as well. I at least wanted to be pleasant to look at tonight, in case Andy rolled over and looked at me while I slept. As if that would happen.
“Livvy, I think your phone is ringing.” Andy said as he knocked on the bathroom gently and I thanked him for bringing it to me. It was my Mom. I had left her the cryptic note and I knew now she was calling to make sure I’d gotten to Chicago alright. Since I was in the middle of brushing my hair and teeth, I put my Mother on speaker phone.
“Olivia Marie! Do you know how worried I’ve been? I’ve not wanted to call you until I was sure you’d be in Chicago, you know how I am about you on the phone and driving…” her voice trailed off, but I knew better than to start talking. “Why in the world have you taken off like this? Who in the world could be in Chicago that would be this important?”
“Momma… it’s Andy Biersack. You know, the vocalist of Black Veil Brides… I met him at the meet and greet the other day and well, we kind of clicked. He’s real depressed over a bad breakup and I gave him some really good advice. We saw each other yesterday at Starbucks while I was at work and he kind of broke down to me… he trusts me… so he called me last night and asked if I’d go out on the road with him as kind of like his… tour counselor,” my voice also trailed off.
“TOUR COUNSELOR? Can’t that be done over Skype, the telephone, something?!” I could only imagine my Mom’s shrill voice was hurting Andy’s feelings so I finished what I was doing rather quickly and took her off of speaker phone, talking quietly in the bathroom.
“Mom, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I’m on the road, with a famous band. I’m being taken care of. I promise you that I’m okay, I’ll even send you pictures, postcards, the whole nine yards. In fact, why don’t you talk to Andy tomorrow after we get to Pontiac? Cause it’s gonna be curfew in a few minutes and I don’t want him to put on a bad show tomorrow night because of me… please Mom,” I sort of begged the woman whom gave me birth.
“Alright. Tomorrow afternoon I expect to talk with him. I’m not mad. I’m just worried, okay?” She asked and I said okay. I told her that I would text her when I woke up in the morning before we hit the road…then we said our good-night’s.
“So what time do we get up in the morning?” I asked him as I came out of the bathroom after having hung up with my Mother and sat down on my own bed, looking over at him as he already had laid down, his back towards me.
“I’ve got a wake up call for us at around eight. We’ll hit the road by the latest of 9:30.” Andy said as he slowly rolled over to face me, causing me to blush just the faintest bit. “Thank you for driving out here… and for accepting the job of my…tour counselor pretty much. I just… maybe it’s co-dependency or something but, I don’t want to be alone. I’m sorry if I’ve got you into trouble with your Mother. It wasn’t my intention whatsoever…” his voice disappeared as he kept moving his lips.
“You’re never alone, Andy, and part of me thinks that’s your problem. You’re always with your band, or your manager, or with fans. You aren’t with someone that’s just…a friend. A non-band related friend.” I said softly and curled up in the bed underneath the covers, gazing over at him and smiling. “As for my Mother, she’s not mad. She’s just really worried. I told her that you’d call her tomorrow afternoon and talk to her about all this… sorry if that’s putting you on the spot.”
“No, no, I’d be happy to do that. After all, I’m going to be safe-guarding you for the next month.” Andy chuckled a little. His smile was the last thing I remembered before falling asleep. My dreams were of course, once again, plagued by him. Although I say plagued like it’s a bad thing… the dreams weren’t horrible at all… but… they sure did raise my hopes for something that’ll never happen.
The door started to be pulled open and I began to bite on my bottom lip rather roughly.. I smiled though when I saw it was him, and that he somewhat looked happy instead of so very depressed like he had while still in Louisville. “Did you play a good show?” I asked and he nodded his head, moving out of the way where I could come into the room.
“I haven’t gotten my own room yet,” I admitted and laid my duffel bags down, realizing he had a room with two beds. “Did you get this room on purpose?” I asked Andy and he chuckled a little.
“You caught me.” He teased and sat down at the foot of one of the beds. “Yeah, I figured it was late enough you wouldn’t get your own room…so I just got a double. I hope you don’t mind,” Andy offered and I couldn’t help but let my cheeks tint pink somewhat.
“Of course I don’t mind,” I said softly and properly sat down next to him. “Now, answer my question more thoroughly since I didn’t get to see you play tonight.” I urged him.
“It was a good show. Went well without a hitch. I sung my heart out, but I can’t say it made things better… especially when a lot of these songs, I sung for the first time in front of her on Warped Tour.” I could tell that was Andy’s problem… he was going to associate everything with her.
“Andy… if I had a snake tattoo, would you associate it with her? If I had long blond hair? Can you really go on with your life tying everything to her? If you were to play Warped Tour again this summer, would you only be able to think of her and not your friend Matt Good or anything such as that?” I questioned the elder male vocalist… at first I only earned a shrug in response, but then I gathered he actually began to truly think about it.
“I don’t know. I mean… wouldn’t you for a while after the break up? If you had just broke up with a guy with a deep voice, couldn’t you associate mine with his? Or a man with long hair, couldn’t you look at me for the first little while and think of him?” Andy asked me and I simply shook my head.
“I suppose in a way you’re right, but I don’t think I could…or that I would. But that remains to be seen… I haven’t had a boyfriend in quite a long while,” I admitted to which Andy raised a brow.
“Really? Why is that?” The male questioned and I sighed, really sort of wanting to avoid the subject. It’s not like I wasn’t sitting right beside the guy that made it impossible for me to have a boyfriend.
“Impossibly high standards. No one matches up to what I want…” I admitted and he nodded his head some.
“I felt that way, until I met Juliet. I was so picky before her, after Scout. Sure I dated Hanna and Lexus but… that was just… testing. Playing the field, being on the market so to speak I guess. I guess it eased the loneliness to play the field. It made me feel better, made me feel like someone still wanted me.” Andy said softly.
I could definitely relate to what he was saying. My last boyfriend which was over the summer, I had really only dated out of pure loneliness. He and I didn’t have a whole lot in common but… we liked some of the same things which made it somewhat easier to go out to movies or small concerts and enjoy them together. Loneliness drove people to do silly things…sometimes down right stupid things.
“I think we should call it a night though,” Andy said softly as he stood up from beside me on the bed and turned out the ceiling light overhead of us. The only light now in the room was a small lamp in between the two beds.
“Yeah… the drive has really worn me out.” I commented and rummaged in my duffel bag, pulling out a set of pajamas, my hair brush, and my tooth brush. “Excuse me for a minute or two,” I smiled a little and walked past him into the bathroom, closing the door. I changed into pajamas, brushed my hair and my teeth as well. I at least wanted to be pleasant to look at tonight, in case Andy rolled over and looked at me while I slept. As if that would happen.
“Livvy, I think your phone is ringing.” Andy said as he knocked on the bathroom gently and I thanked him for bringing it to me. It was my Mom. I had left her the cryptic note and I knew now she was calling to make sure I’d gotten to Chicago alright. Since I was in the middle of brushing my hair and teeth, I put my Mother on speaker phone.
“Olivia Marie! Do you know how worried I’ve been? I’ve not wanted to call you until I was sure you’d be in Chicago, you know how I am about you on the phone and driving…” her voice trailed off, but I knew better than to start talking. “Why in the world have you taken off like this? Who in the world could be in Chicago that would be this important?”
“Momma… it’s Andy Biersack. You know, the vocalist of Black Veil Brides… I met him at the meet and greet the other day and well, we kind of clicked. He’s real depressed over a bad breakup and I gave him some really good advice. We saw each other yesterday at Starbucks while I was at work and he kind of broke down to me… he trusts me… so he called me last night and asked if I’d go out on the road with him as kind of like his… tour counselor,” my voice also trailed off.
“TOUR COUNSELOR? Can’t that be done over Skype, the telephone, something?!” I could only imagine my Mom’s shrill voice was hurting Andy’s feelings so I finished what I was doing rather quickly and took her off of speaker phone, talking quietly in the bathroom.
“Mom, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I’m on the road, with a famous band. I’m being taken care of. I promise you that I’m okay, I’ll even send you pictures, postcards, the whole nine yards. In fact, why don’t you talk to Andy tomorrow after we get to Pontiac? Cause it’s gonna be curfew in a few minutes and I don’t want him to put on a bad show tomorrow night because of me… please Mom,” I sort of begged the woman whom gave me birth.
“Alright. Tomorrow afternoon I expect to talk with him. I’m not mad. I’m just worried, okay?” She asked and I said okay. I told her that I would text her when I woke up in the morning before we hit the road…then we said our good-night’s.
“So what time do we get up in the morning?” I asked him as I came out of the bathroom after having hung up with my Mother and sat down on my own bed, looking over at him as he already had laid down, his back towards me.
“I’ve got a wake up call for us at around eight. We’ll hit the road by the latest of 9:30.” Andy said as he slowly rolled over to face me, causing me to blush just the faintest bit. “Thank you for driving out here… and for accepting the job of my…tour counselor pretty much. I just… maybe it’s co-dependency or something but, I don’t want to be alone. I’m sorry if I’ve got you into trouble with your Mother. It wasn’t my intention whatsoever…” his voice disappeared as he kept moving his lips.
“You’re never alone, Andy, and part of me thinks that’s your problem. You’re always with your band, or your manager, or with fans. You aren’t with someone that’s just…a friend. A non-band related friend.” I said softly and curled up in the bed underneath the covers, gazing over at him and smiling. “As for my Mother, she’s not mad. She’s just really worried. I told her that you’d call her tomorrow afternoon and talk to her about all this… sorry if that’s putting you on the spot.”
“No, no, I’d be happy to do that. After all, I’m going to be safe-guarding you for the next month.” Andy chuckled a little. His smile was the last thing I remembered before falling asleep. My dreams were of course, once again, plagued by him. Although I say plagued like it’s a bad thing… the dreams weren’t horrible at all… but… they sure did raise my hopes for something that’ll never happen.
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