The guys decided they wanted to go to a bar after the show, which I didn't mind. I desperately wanted a drink. Actually, as of late all I seemed to want to do was drink. Drink and cry. Andy and Juliet had been calling each other at least three times a day, and it was driving me insane. I was wrapped around Andy's finger and he didn't even have a clue. He didn't know I was well-aware that he liked me, which made this 'waiting game' so much harder.

I was seated on one of the bar stools at the far end of the bar. I downed shot after shot as I watched women flirting shamelessly with the boys. There was one girl that really caught myattention, though.

She was around twenty-three with silky, long, black hair and a pair of dazzling dark green eyes. She was wearing a simple black dress that showed off her curves and long legs. Her makeup was done in a Black Veil Brides-like way, which I found intriguing.

The one problem was that she was flirting with Andy. Of course, it just had to be Andy. I could feel fire burning in my stomach. The mystery girl apparently saw me staring, so she casually made her way over to me and my shots.

"Hey, so I saw you staring at me and Andy over there. You're not jealous are you?" she asked with a smirk, sitting down next to me.

"No, considering he already has a girlfriend," I responded, pretending to sound disinterested.

"Good, because I don't really like him anyway."

"What? Then why were you flirting with him?"

"Seriously?" the mystery girl laughed, "I just wanted to get Ashley jealous. I mean, do you see the number of blond-haired, large-breasted, bimbos are hitting on Ashley? I wouldn't stand a chance with him even if I threw myself at him in nothing but my underwear."

"Oh," was all I could manage to say before I downed another shot.

"Okay, spill. Who's the guy and what's the problem?" the mystery girl asked.

"What makes you think that there's a guy?"

"Well, you're dressed like you're trying to impress someone, but not making it too obvious. Then there's the part where you're downing shots alone in a corner."

"Fine. Yeah, there is a guy," I conceded.

"What's his name?" the mystery girl inquired.

"Promise not to tell anyone?" I asked her.

The mystery girl nodded her head.

"It's Andy. The issue is, is that he has a girlfriend that he's in love with, and I'm just some fan that's bunking with him and the guys. I know he likes me, but he just won't say anything, and it's driving me nuts," I vented.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" she asked.

"I don't want to ruin things with his girlfriend," I sighed.

"If you ask me, things are already ruined between him and his girl if his heart doesn't belong exclusively to her."

"Thanks," I said while digging into my purse to find a pen and a piece of paper. Once I found them, I scrawled out my number, "Here, if you want to talk. I'll let you know the next time we'll be back in town, so I can help you with that Ashley problem of yours."

"Thank you. I've got to head out now, I've got work in the morning," she said as she started to leave.

"Wait!" I spoke up.

The mystery girl turned back to me with a grin playing on her lips and a look on her face saying 'go on.'

"I never got your name," I said.

"Kenzi, and yours?"

"Melanie."

"Well, Melanie, it was nice to meet you," Kenzi said as she left the bar.

I sighed and went back to my shots, thinking about the advice that Kenzi had just given me. Should I just tell him? Maybe, but not now, right now I just needed to drink and forget about all of this.

How many shots did I down? Nine? Ten? No, it was definitely twelve. How I was even able to stumble back to the bus was beyond me. I felt my insides churning and the room was spinning a bit. I physically felt like crap, but emotionally I wasn't in any pain, which was a rarity.

I flopped down onto the couch in the lounge to try to collect myself, when Andy came in.

He seemed relatively normal. A tiny bit tipsy, but nothing more than that. If I remembered, he only had at most three beers.

"H-hey Andy," I slurred.

"Mel? Are you okay?" he asked, coming to sit next to me.

"I am absolutely wonderful. If being drunk is always this amazing, I never want to be sober again."

A pained look crossed over Andy's face.

"How many drinks did you have?"

"Hmm...twelve sh-shots. Vodka and whisky and tequila," I giggled.

The smile on my face faded as I felt my insides churn. I quickly leaned over the trash can by the couch, that was placed there for exactly this reason, and vomited. Andy hovered over me and held my hair back.

I must have spent at least ten minutes emptying my stomach before the nausea finally passed.

"Jesus Christ," I moaned as I leaned back on the couch.

"Being drunk isn't so much fun now, is it?" Andy smirked.

"Ugh....no, but I don't regret it," I said, my head clearing a bit.

"Is this about the man who...you know...?" Andy prodded.

"Partially, maybe. I just want to drink away the pain. All the pain I've felt in my life, I just want it gone. As far as I can tell the only way I can escape it is through drinking and sleep."

"Jesus Mel, maybe you should try sleeping right now, okay? You could use the rest and maybe we can talk about this in the morning."

"Okay...but, um, will you lay with me? I don't want to be alone right now," I mumbled.

"Okay. Come on, let's get some sleep," Andy said as he helped me up.

We made our way to my bunk and squeezed in. I felt Andy's arm wrap around me and his hot breath on my neck. Feeling him all around me sent me into a state of peace and within minutes, I was fast asleep.

Notes

This chapter is dedicated to Fallen_Angel
Lots of love to you duckies! <3