You're Not Alone (Andy Biersack Love Story) [REVISED]

Andy and I jumped at the sudden outburst. We turned in the direction which the voice came from to see and infuriated Jinxx.

"What the hell is going on here?" he yelled.

"Jinxx, we were just-."

"Melanie, I saw you sucking faces with him. But what I want to know is how long I've been left out of the loop!" Jinxx spat.

"Two days. Jinxx, we were going to tell you at some point, but we didn't want people to know yet," I said, trying to calm him down.

"You still could've told me. You told me everything the day I saw you cutting, when you couldn't tell anyone else, and now you can't even trust me with this?" Jinxx's voice cracked.

"Jinxx, I'm sor-"

"No, Melanie. Don't even say it. All you ever seem to say is sorry," Jinxx growled as he turned on his heels and stormed away.

Andy was still standing there, frozen in shock. I realized that Jinxx was right, all I ever did say was sorry. I couldn't think of one person I didn't say sorry to at some point. Did I really make that many mistakes?

"Let's just go back to the table," I said.

"You still have salad dressing on your shirt though," Andy pointed out.

"Oh," I said as I looked at my dressing-stained shirt. I pushed open the door to the women's restroom and Andy followed close behind.

"Andy, you do know that the door said 'ladies,' correct?"

"Yeah, well, I was going to help you clean up, besides, discounting the staff, you're the only female besides Skylar."

"Fine."

I stared at Andy as he dampened a paper towel. His hair was getting really long. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.

"You might want to consider getting a haircut," I muttered.

"Yeah, I was thinking about getting it cut tomorrow," he said as he gently started rubbing off the dressing until my shirt was soaked and all the dressing was gone.

"I think we should tell the rest of the guys about us, if Jinxx hasn't already," I said to Andy.

"But what about the 'fans,'" Andy objected, using air-quotes, "they would attack you on twitter and probably even at shows. Are you sure you're ready for deranged fangirls?"

"I don't think I'll ever be 'ready,' but if I'm dating you, I'm going to need to learn how to cope."

"Alright. Ready to head back?" Andy asked.

"Yeah," I gulped.

We walked back to the table holding hands with our fingers intertwined. The guys gave us pissed off and saddened looks as we sat back down.

"Why didn't you tell us?" CC asked sadly. A sad CC, besides an upset Andy, was one of the most heart-breaking things to me.

"CC, we wanted to tell you all, but both Andy and I knew how much hate I would get if they found out Andy broke up with Juliet because he liked me. I'm not good with hate," I said while subconsciously rubbing her arms.

"I understand, but we wouldn't have told any of the fans about you guys. You have to trust us on that," CC said.

"That's the thing, though. She doesn't trust us," Jinxx added with a venomous tone.

"Andy, can we go back to the bus, please?" I whispered to him. I felt like crying, and I had already cried in front of the guys way more than I should've.

Andy gave me a sympathetic look and we slid out of the booth.

"Where are you guys going?" Jake asked.

"Back to the bus, I'll see you guys at sound check," Andy said.

They all nodded, except for Jinxx. Jinxx was sitting in the booth with his arms folded across his chest, glaring at me. I grabbed Andy's hand and leaned up against him as we strolled back to the bus.

We got back on the bus and I let go of Andy's hand. I made my way to my bunk and crawled under the blanket. I didn't fell like talking to anyone, I just wanted to shut everyone out.

The mattress sank next to me and I felt Andy's long, warm arms wrap around me. I turned over to face him and saw that he looked worried, and I understood why. Most of the times I had cut or thought about cutting, I became withdrawn. I gave Andy a small smile, signaling that I was okay, and rested my head up against his chest. I heard his heart pounding at a steady pace.

"I love you Andy," I said, my eyelids began to droop.

"I love you too Princess," Andy said as he kissed the top of my head.

Andy began humming 'The Mortician's Daughter' and within a few minutes I was sound asleep in the arms of my own fallen angel.

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When I woke up Andy wasn't there. It was dark on the bus, so I assumed that the guys were either doing sound check, or they were performing.

I got up and as I did, a piece of paper fell to the floor. It was a bit crumpled and had been written on. Andy probably left it for me. I smoothed it out and read:

Princess,
I had to leave for sound check, but by the time you read this, we'll most likely be performing or heading back to the bus. Jon told us that we'll be staying in a hotel tonight, so you may want to get some clothes picked out. We all have to share rooms, and you got paired with me. We'll be leaving for the next city at eleven in the morning.
I love you,
Andy

I was going to be sharing a room with Andy. It wasn't as if I never shared a bed with Andy before, but I had never been able to have any extended amount of alone time with him.

I didn't want to have sex with Andy, at least not until I knew I wouldn't have a mental breakdown. Even if I did want to do it, I knew the guys would probably be able to hear through the walls, and that was the last thing I wanted.

The bus door opened and I almost jumped out of my skin., Andy came onto the bus with his long, tangled, black hair plastered to his face. The rest of the guys boarded the bus and headed to their bunks and Skylar leaned back against the mini fridge.

"Mel, we just got done with our set, so we're going to be headed to the hotel," he told me, slightly out of breath.

"Okay, I'll get packed."

I stumbled around the bus looking for clothes and some toiletries. Once I had all of my stuff packed into a small dufflebag, the bus started to move. The sudden movement caused me to topple over onto Andy and Skylar. We all ended up as a tangled mass of limbs on the floor.

"Sorry," I grunted.

"It's fine, just as long as you get your ass off of me," Skylar winced.


i scrambled to get up, and once I was, I grabbed Skylar's hand and pulled her up. Andy was still laying on the floor, not even bothering to try to get up.

"Comfortable down there Andy?" I asked him.

"Not especially, but I'm too tired to get up. Can you pull me up?"

"Fine," I sighed.

Andy held his arms out to me and I gripped onto his hands tightly. It took every ounce of my strength to pull him up.

All of the sudden, the bus stopped and Jon called from the driver's seat, "We're here!"

The guys got out of their bunks with a dufflebag each. I noticed how tired everyone looked. I knew that concerts were tiring, but they didn't look just physically exhausted, they looked mentally exhausted as well.

Jake passed me on the way off the bus and quickly gave me a look of worry, but noticing that I had seen him, he quickly turned his head. What could that possibly be about? I had no more secrets that I kept form the guys, well, apart from the eating disorder, so why would Jake look so worried?

When we had all entered the lobby of a Comfort Inn, I whispered in Andy's ear, "Did something happen that has to do with me that I don't know about? Because Jake gave me a really concerned look a minute ago."

Andy turned to me and whispered back, "We'll talk about it in our room, okay?"

I nodded and just wondered what could've happened. I would've asked Skylar what happened, but she had left as soon as they got off the bus so she could get packed for the tour.

The guys had all been checked in and everyone huddled together in the elevator. I could feel multiple pairs of eyes on me, but as soon as the elevator stopped, everyone exited it. Andy and I found our room pretty quickly because it was right next to everyone else's Andy used the key card to open the door and entered our room.

The room wasn't large by any means, but it sure beat a small bunk on a bus. Andy quickly checked for bed bugs, luckily there weren't any. I set my dufflebag down on the cheep wooden dresser, crossed my arms and then looked at Andy.

"What happened that I don't know about?" I asked.

Andy ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, "Check twitter."

I took out my phone and opened the twitter app. My news feed was littered with comments about Andy's new girlfriend with photo attachments. I pressed the link to the twitter picture and gasped in horror.

There was a picture of Andy and me making out at the diner. It was taken from a distance, but I could clearly see Andy's face, along with mine. I was going to get so much hate for this. I wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Oh, shit."

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