“I have a legit question,” I said softly over a steaming hot cup of coffee. We were about an hour away from Pontiac now, we’d been on the road for quite a few hours.

“Shoot,” Andy said as he took a drink of his piping hot cup of coffee, looking over to me with his blue hues from the other side of the small table in the tour bus.

“Why don’t they announce you as Little Johnny Rickfield?” I teased him and he narrowed his eyes towards me.

“If this wasn’t hot as fuck coffee, it would be on you, right now. In a heartbeat.” He proclaimed and rolled his eyes at me, huffing. Of course it was more of a fake huff than anything, I knew better than to think Andy would or could actually get mad at me but he made a somewhat convincing argument.

“I have an even more legit question,” Ashley said as he came up from behind me, slipping into the booth-like seat right beside of me. Andy and I merely quirked our brows before he asked, “when are you two going to start to date or something cause uh, if you’re not jumping on this bandwagon Six, I’m going to.” Ash wrapped an arm around me, which naturally made me blush. Although I wasn’t into Ashley, I couldn’t deny he was a good looking guy, so that alone made me blush.

“Livvy’s my friend man, come on. I just got my heart handed to me on a fucking blood splattered platter,” Andy hissed in Ashley’s direction, standing up in even more of a huff and storming to the back of the bus. I pouted somewhat at his reaction to his own best friend. I squirmed out of Ashley’s clutches and gave him a scowl.

“Don’t fucking tease your singer like that. No, not singer. Your friend like that. Do you have no feelings at all?” I scolded him and walked to the back of the bus, finding Andy in his bunk just kind of curled up. Not crying, not hollering and punching things, just numb.

“I don’t want to talk, Livvy,” Andy’s voice was quiet, deep, as it always was.

“Well too bad. It’s my job, it’s what you brought me out here for, isn’t it?” I asked him and he grumbled some incoherent answer. I reached forward and rubbed his back some, sitting at the edge of the bunk. “I don’t think he meant it to be mean…but I still told him it was wrong. You’re his friend, his singer, he shouldn’t do that to you. No one should.” I told Andy honestly, drawing small shapes on his back.

“I can’t believe I’m acting like this over something so stupid as a break up. I didn’t even act this bad when Scout and I mutually parted. I just wrote music. I can’t even seem to do that this time. Unless I’m in a Starbucks,” he sighed some and rolled over to face me as I gazed down at him.

“Do you want my journal then? You can just close the curtain here and write until you’re better…” my voice trailed off. I knew that was a long shot, because I had a feeling no matter how much Andy wrote, he’d never get better. I had a feeling that Juliet had officially broken this beautiful soul laying before me.

“Worth a shot,” he said quietly. I dug in my rucksack until I found the journal and handed it to him with my Hello Kitty pencil. “Don’t even say a word about the hello kitty, just use it as a damned writing utensil,” I glared at him before he could say a word about it and he slightly chuckled, opening the journal to a blank page. “I’m going to go drink coffee, and just… come get me when you feel better? Or if you need me at all…?” I asked and bit on my bottom lip.

“Thanks…” his voice was quiet. I knew he was deep in thought so I left him there like that, disappearing back to the front of the bus. I sat back down at the small table to my coffee, cradling my head in my hands.

“Is it just me or does Andy attract venomous women?” I asked and the guys just kinda looked over at me like I had read their mind. “Not just Juliet but fuck, look at that Lexus slut.” I muttered. I knew a few of them had been friends with her, but I doubted it now.

“Don’t even get us started,” Jake said rather irritatedly. Ashley had made his way back over to sit next to me again. I raised a brow.

“I’m not trying to start shit. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” I was quick to point out the flaw in that.

“You shouldn’t be apologizing to me. You should apologize to Andy.” I stated bluntly to the bassist who, the more I looked at, was rather irresistible. But I knew who I wanted, I knew who I was falling in love with…and he was laying back there in a tight ass bunk-bed writing in my purple journal with a pink and white Hello Kitty pen. That’s the man I saw myself spending the rest of my life with.

“When he’s back up here, I will,” Ashley nodded some and I agreed that would be for the best considering right now he’s trying to write music to cure his broken heart. I had read what Andy wrote at the Starbucks last night in Chicago before bed. It was beautiful, lyrical genius that man is… I was so lucky to be in Andy’s presence. In this whole bands as a matter of fact.

Minutes turned into another hour and finally we were parked outside the venue in Pontiac, Michigan. It was about two in the afternoon local time so after the bus had been stopped awhile and Andy hadn’t come out from the back, I decided to go back there and check on him. I pulled the curtain back slowly and found him asleep in the bunk with the journal and pencil on his chest.

I slowly took the journal and put it back in my bag along with the pencil. I stared at Andy for a moment or two, just taking in how beautiful he was laying there asleep. I about jumped out of my skin when he rolled around in his sleep to get more comfortable and mumbled ‘Livvy,’ while clutching a pillow. I blushed heavily, shaking his arm gently.

“Andy,” my voice was soft as I shook his arm, when his eyes started fluttering opened, I reached up and ran my fingers through his dark black hair. “We’re here… we got to go into the venue and start getting you all ready for the show tonight… eat something. Can’t perform on coffee, b…” but my voice trailed off. I wanted to call him baby, I didn’t even know why. I just felt like… I felt like we were an item, right there and then.

Andy smiled somewhat and raised up from laying in the bunk, slipping out of it and pulling me up with my hands. I stood there, our chests pressed together in the small ‘hallway’ of the bus. I gazed up into his blue eyes, chewing on my bottom lip. “You mumbled my name in your sleep,” I whispered, watching his cheeks start to flush pink.

“We don’t have time,” Andy said in a quiet voice, I wasn’t sure what he was meaning we didn’t have time for…maybe for an explanation of his dream? Regardless, I shivered as I felt his hands rubbing over my arms, then pouted when the touch disappeared and he walked past me up the hallway of the bus. I stayed behind, just…gazing up at him as he walked, then as he talked to his band-mates. I could hear Ashley’s voice and the genuine apology he gave Andy.

“I love you,” my voice was barely above a whisper as I just stood there, watching, listening. In that moment, my heart was so full of feelings…fuller than it had ever been before. No man, no boy in my youth, had ever made me feel this way before. Andy was truly my first love, and I intended to fight for that…I wasn’t going to lose him.

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