In the End

I really just agreed to do that. I really just agreed to go on a date with Andy.

I never thought those disturbing words would come out of my mouth.

Taryn is still sleeping and I am currently sitting in front of my Macbook, going over the report I had to send into my professor. I re-read it about three times so far, but I can't afford to not to good on this. I sighed, scrolling through the seven page article, assuring myself it was good enough to send in. I opened my email and sent it in to him.

I closed the Macbook and slid it to the side, standing up and stretching. I wasn't sure what time Andy was picking me up, and I wasn't sure what to wear. I wish he would have told me that when he came here this morning. I facepalmed, blaming myself for not asking him.

Stomping up the stairs, I barged into Taryn's room. Only to see her passed out. I walked up to her head and yanked her blonde hair. She groaned. "What?" she mumbled. I yanked it again and she sat up, not happy. "What the fuck? What do you need?"

"I need Andy's number," I whispered. That was revolting. That was disgusting. I never want to here that come out of my mouth again. I looked at her and she looked shocked. "What?" I asked, like it wasn't anything.

"Andy Biersack? You want Andy Biersack's phone number?" she quizzed. I nodded and she started dying laughing. "I never thought that Reagan Welch would say that. Why? I mean, I'll give it to you, but why?"

Did I really have to tell her? I know for a fact that she wouldn't believe me if her life depended on it. No one would believe it. Everyone knew my hatred of Andy Biersack. I still do hate him, I just agreed to go on this stupid date with him because he was a jackass and told his parents his date's name was Reagan.

"I'm going out with Andy tonight," I said, barely audible. I looked at her to see her face transform. I don't even know what to call the expression on her face. She looked shocked, to say the least. "Yeah, yeah, it's unbelievable, just give me the damn number."

She told me the number and I typed it in my phone, pressing the call button. After waiting the fist two rings, the voice of the Ballsack I have to go out with tonight answered.

"Hello?" he answered, not knowing who it was. I gnawed on my bottom lip with my top teeth; clearly.

"Hey, it's Reagan," I said. I was about to say something else before he started again.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you, I will be over to pick you up at six and wear something nice, 'rents are taking us out to a fancy restaurant," he said.

"Okay, that was what I was going to ask. See you later then."

"Bye."

Ew. That was gross. Never again do I want to do that. The words that came out of his mouth made me sick to my stomach. I don't think that is has sunk in yet that I am going on a date with him.

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It was currently five o'clock and Taryn hasn't stopped instigating me about going out with him tonight. "I'm going to take a shower," I muttered, but I barely made it up the stairs without her saying something.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like death right now, I still had bed head, and my makeup was all over the place.

I grabbed a clean bra and panties, turning the shower on the hottest it could go, and stripped. I stepped in and did what I had to do really fast.

I sat down in front of my mirror in a baggy shirt and started to blow dry my hair. I pulled out my curling wand and real quick did that, adding hair spray and going to my closet. After going through my countless amounts of band shirts, sweatshirts, crewnecks, oversized t-shirts, sweatpants, shorts, jeans, I finally found my favorite - and only - black dress.

I looked at the time to see I still had fifteen minutes, I walked over to my door to find a Vans box. Andy is lucky to be getting a dress on me. I opened up the Vans box to see my favorite pair. The ones I haven't worn yet. (the most perfect vans ever).

I decided to start getting dressed. I slipped on the dress and zipped it myself, not wanting Taryn to come up here. I sat on my bed that was sat on the floor and grabbed one of the sneakers, slipping it on my foot, tying it, and doing the same with the other. I walked over to my door and looked at myself in the mirror.

Never have I ever gotten this dressed up since Senior Prom. This is ridiculous. I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this for Andy Biersack. I can't believe I'm in a dress. I can't believe my hair isn't in a messy bun. This is just all so hard to believe.

I opened my bedroom door and walked around the corner, beginning to walk down the stairs. I heard fast movement and Taryn was soon at the bottom of the steps. I gave her a death glare. "I can't believe you are this dressed up for him," she said.

I walked down the steps and sat in an arm chair. "Listen to me," I hissed. "The only reason I'm doing this is because that jackass had to tell his mom his date's name is Reagan. I'm not doing this for myself, and I sure as hell am not doing this for him."

"That made no sense an-" Taryn was cut short by the doorbell. She smirked at me and I ran to the kitchen. Acting like I didn't hear the doorbell. I heard his voice and Taryn's talking lowly. Soon, I heard light footsteps. "He is here, ready for you." she smirked.

"Fuck yourself," I hissed.

"If I could, I would," she cockily answered. I rolled my eyes and walked to the front door area. I looked at Andy to see him in a suit and tie.

"You sure do know how to clean yourself up, Biersack," I said, rather impressed.

"I could say the same for you, Welch," he nodded. "Ready?"

I hesitantly nodded and walked out of the house, subtly flipping off Taryn on the way out. I followed Andy to his car and sat in the passenger seat. He soon sat in the driver's seat and started the car. "Listen," he started, clearing his throat. "We are going to have to act like a real couple. So, when we get out of this car at the restaurant, your not going to kick me in the nutsack. You can't be sarcastic with me, and you can't burp at random times."

"Blah, blah, blah," I said, twiddling with my thumbs. "This better be over with fast." He chuckled, continuing to drive down the road.

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We arrived at the restaurant, and he told me to stay put in the car. I did as he said, and he came around and opened my door for me and helped me out. "Is the act starting now?" I asked between my teeth. He nodded, and laced his fingers with mine. I plastered a fake smile across my face and walked into the elegant building with him.

"My parents said they were in the back right," he mumbled, looking around. "Ah. There they are." He looked down at me and smiled.

This was disgusting.

We walked over there and he parents stood up to greet him. "Andy! It's good to see you son!" I'm assuming his dad, said. He nodded and gave his mom a hug.

"Mom, dad, this is my girlfriend, Reagan," he introduced me. I almost cringed at him saying that. I smiled at the two, waving slightly.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Biersack," I politely said.

"Mrs. Biersack is my mother in law, please call me Amy, and this is my husband Chris. Please, please, sit down," she said motioning for me and Andy to sit down.

I awkwardly sat down next to Andy and he kissed my cheek.

This is going to be a long, revolting night with Andrew Biersack.

Notes

okay this sucks, please tell me something I don't know.

I am literally in love with that fucking dress and I have those Vans and they are the most perfect ones ever.

yeah yeah. This sucks blah blah.

comment, rec, sub!

xoxxoxox

P.S. I think that's Andy's parents names, I'm half asleep and my brain isn't functioning.