We finally made it onto the bus that night around eleven. I was hoping for a night that would be full of shenanigans but; I forgot the next date was in Mexico, and it was tomorrow. At least they were a few hours behind the current time of eleven o’clock, we were in the Central time zone right now in Michigan. Everyone took showers, and by the time that was done, we had to rush to get most of our things together to fly to the city in Mexico where the show would be held.

Yes, I had a passport but…I hated to fly. I despised it. I’m so afraid of heights that just thinking about them could make me puke. I didn’t voice this concern however. I rode in the tour bus to the airport, got through the lobby with Andy without him ever noticing that my nerves were on red-alert.

As we boarded the plane, Andy looked over to me with a grin. “Excited?” He asked. Of course he’d expect me to be super excited to be going to a country I’d never been to. Especially with him, with the band. I was excited, part of me was…but fear had taken over me.

“Y-yeah,” I mumbled, my mouth so dry. I prayed Andy would let me have some sort of alcoholic beverage or something, loosen up my nerves…but at the same time I didn’t want to bother him. I didn’t want him to get in trouble for getting me alcohol. We sat down beside each other in first class. The plane was pretty empty besides us and a few business-men. This being such a late flight at night, I guessed was the reason.

The plane started to roar to life and I squeaked, gripping my arm-rest. Andy looked over and raised a brow, then it dawned on him. “You’re afraid of planes, aren’t you Livvy?” He asked and I shrugged my shoulders some.

“Not really the plane itself. Heights. My brain is out there, looking down at how high in the sky we’re going to be in a few minutes. I know I’m safe in here, I should be more scared of the plane crashing. But no. My brain is stupid, it thinks I’m just going to fall out of the window or something and die… it thinks I’m going to look out the window and die from how high up I am. Like explode.” I rambled on and Andy chuckled, reaching over and taking my hand.

He laced his fingers with mine, stroking the now clammy back-of-my-hand with his thumb. “It’ll be alright. I hated the heights, the plane itself, the first several times we flew last year to England, Japan…but now I’m used to it. You’ll do okay.” He promised me and brought my hand up to the back of his lips. I gasped a little at how cold his lips were, making me blush heavily.

“You owe me an explanation…for why you mumbled my name in your sleep…” I said in a quiet voice, I hoped maybe listening to him would make me forget I was on a plane; he nodded his head.

“I know I do… I was dreaming about you. It was so real… You had crawled into the bunk with me and just… started kissing my neck, playing with my hair, rubbing my side… making me feel like the submissive one.” He admitted and I couldn’t help but blush extremely heavily, trying to hide my face in my one hand that wasn’t being held by his.

“You don’t know how badly I wanted to… crawl in with you and just curl up at that point, but I knew you had to get into the venue,” I said quietly and he sighed some.

“Music sometimes isn’t the best industry. We lose opportunities because of our packed schedule. I think that’s part of the reason Juliet left me. I supported her the best I could, and I know she did with me too… I supported her on the Voice the most I could. I went to shows she played with Automatic Loveletter as much as I could…and she did the same with us. But the fact is, she wanted things that the other guys can give their girls but I couldn’t give to her.” Andy explained. I somewhat understood where he was coming from.

“With Jinxx and Sammi, they’ve been in love for like four years now. It was about time they got married, and we’d been planning it for well over a year. We had made time for that. Sure, Sammi’s band isn’t really as big as Juliet’s…but they made time for each other’s gigs when they could. We’ve taken Sammi on tour as our official photographer a few times, too. With Juliet, she can’t really tour WITH me as a job, like what you’re doing right now. Because Juliet has her own job. Most of the time when I’m in the studio recording, she’s either home or touring herself. I have a few days to myself where I can go watch her gigs or be at home with her, but they’re few and far between.”

I hated that at some points as Andy spoke about Juliet, it felt like, to me, they were still together. It hurt me, but I could tell he was coming from somewhere deep, that he was needing this conversation.

“When I’m out on tour, usually she uses that time to be in the studio herself. It kills me I can’t be home, rubbing her feet after a long day of standing in a vocal booth…but I’m out here, supporting us, making a living. I guess at the end of the day, unless you’re in the same band with one another…two rock-stars just can’t be together. Unless you’re two people that just completely understand it…and aren’t going to complain ‘you’re never here for me…I’m never there for you.’ Livvy, that’s why I’m so attached to you. You dropped everything for me, for this. You had a job at Starbucks, but… they aren’t missing you like say, if you were in a band in the middle of recording an album, or in the middle of your own tour. I know that I’m taking you away from your life, your home. But I couldn’t do this without you.”

I blushed so heavily at the words he was speaking about me, especially when he said…he was attached. I shook my head though, putting my finger on his lips.

“You aren’t taking me away from a ‘life.’ My Mom is there, sure, but I can always talk to her on the phone or Skype with her next time we’re in a hotel with Wi-Fi. Andy, if you’d have left me in Louisville…that would have been taking me away from this, this amazing opportunity. I would be so devastated if you’d have left me behind.” My fingers played with his, my eyes gazing over into his deep blues. “The truth is, you’re my life now. Even if I have to get an official job to keep touring with the band in the future, after this one is over…I’ll do it. I can be your makeup stylist, or something, anything. I just don’t want you to send me back home when this is over.”

I was speaking too frank, I knew I was. I knew this was going to be too much on him and his fragile state of mind but I couldn’t help it. I had to get it out. I gazed at his face for a reaction, all I could see was an enormous smile.

“You’re the best, Livvy,” his voice was soft as he wrapped an arm around me and made me lay my head upon his shoulder. I breathed in his scent; he’d put on cologne, I could tell. It swirled underneath my nose as I shut my eyes, just enjoying the way his fingers danced on my shoulder-bone as he held me.

“Of course I am.” My voice was a whisper as we sat there together, my not even noticing I’m on a plane anymore, not entirely at least. “But I’m not anywhere near as amazing as you are, Andy.” I wanted to savor the time together, I wanted us to be awake the whole flight to Mexico, but…somewhere over the mid-United States, an hour or so into journey…we both fell asleep. I couldn’t complain too much though, I’d dreamed of him the entire time…
The plane had landed about three hours later, Andy and I had slept the whole time. We were groggy as we got off of the plane, but I knew it wouldn’t take much coffee to wake the two of us up. It was a six hour flight to the city in Mexico that Black Veil Brides would be playing about twelve hours from now. It was around three in the morning local time when we arrived. A chauffeur took all of us to the hotel we would be staying at; we all kind of bunched into this car together… it was rather uncomfortable.

Although uncomfortable, it was nice to sit in Andy’s lap from the airport to the hotel. The other guys were exhausted, perhaps they hadn’t slept on the plane like Andy and I had. I could tell Ashley was exhausted since he wasn’t being his usual annoying self.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was amazing. Even if the town in Mexico was rather small and in poverty, the hotel was absolutely exquisite. I followed Andy out of the car while a couple of guys grabbed our luggage and carried it through to the second floor of the hotel. Andy was given a room-key for room 211. I quirked a brow, chewing on my lower lip.

“Do we get to share rooms again?” I asked and he raised a brow as well.

“If you want to, I see no harm in it.” He unlocked the door and stepped inside as I followed. The bellboys placed our luggage inside and quickly disappeared. It was a quaint room, but very nice. There was one large bed inside, I didn’t mind sharing with Andy whatsoever. At least this bed was two times the size of the bunk in the bus…

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