Soundtrack: "Million Dollar Houses (The Painter)" by Pierce the Veil: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDNbeppZTgg

*Sam's PoV*

So, apparently Andy was staying in our house. Great. Just flippin' fantastic.

My father had walked in on Jace and Andy's glaring contest, and had threatened to call the cops if Jace didn't get out. Before he left, Jace hugged me and whispered, "I'm not giving up just yet, Princess." After he left, Andy just kind of gave me this weird look.

As soon as my father brought out the engagement papers, I stood up, feeling tears push their way to my eyes. I turned without a word and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I threw myself down on my bed, put on Pierce the Veil, and cried.

I mean, if you're going to be forced to marry a guy several years older than you, I suppose being married off to one of your favorite band members is the way to go. But still. I was seventeen -- I wasn't ready for marriage! And I wasn't sure that I wanted to be married to a rock star, I mean, what if he cheated on me with groupies or something. Of course he's going to cheat on me. He's Andy Biersack, and I'm... Me.

I continued to cry until I heard my door open. I quickly pulled my blankets up over my head, curling into a little ball. I felt a weight settle next to me on the bed, and then, to my surprise, the person lowered themselves to lay down next to me, draping one arm over me. A deep voice spoke soothingly next to my head. "Please don't cry."

"Go away." I moaned, curling into a tighter little ball. Andy was the last person I wanted to talk to right now. But instead of leaving, he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. "Please talk to me," He asked softly.

"We don't have anything to talk about."

"Of course we do. I'd like to know about you. Can I ask you some questions? You don't have to answer them."

I sighed, and shrugged. He obviously wasn't going anywhere. "Whatever."

Andy hooked his chin over my shoulder. "Favorite band?"

I bit my lip. Honestly, until today I would have said Black Veil Brides. "I don't know. Probably Pierce the Veil, or Of Mice & Men."

"Favorite song?"

I sighed. This question is a lot more personal for me than for most people, since all of my favorite songs saved my life at some point. "'Hold On 'Til May' by Pierce the Veil, 'Roger Rabbit' by Sleeping With Sirens, and 'Saviour' by Bl-" I clamped my mouth shut. Frick.

Andy chuckled. "So you do like my band."

"Maybe a little." Or maybe I freaking worship you, because you saved my life.

"Do you like music?"

"More than anything." I answered honestly. "It's my life. I wouldn't exist without it."

Andy was silent for a moment. I realized that he was looking around my room. "You have a guitar. Do you play?"

"Yeah. And piano. And I sing." I shrugged.

And suddenly got up, returning moments later with my guitar. He sat me up, shoving it into my arms. "Play something for me. And sing. I want to hear you." He sat with his chin in his hands, staring at me like an expectant child. I found it adorable, despite myself.

I took a deep breath, and then began to play the opening of "Therapy" by All Time Low (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AKmOvKzlkI). I closed my eyes, letting myself slip into the music. And then I began to sing.

"My ship went down, in a sea of sound. When I woke up alone, I had everything. A handful of moments I wish I could change. And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade. In a city of fools, I was careful and cool, but they tore me apart like a hurricane. A handful of moments I wish I could change, but I was carried away." As I sang, Andy stared at me, eyes shining with wonder. I blushed, looking away as I began the chorus:

"Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty. But I'm smiling at everything. Therapy, you were never a friend to me. And you can keep all your misery."

I continued to sing and play, pouring all of my pent up emotions into the song. Finally, I reached my favorite part: "Arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to. They're better off without you. Arrogant boy, cause a scene like you're supposed to. They'll fall asleep without you. You're lucky if your memory remains."

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I finished the rest of the song. Andy deftly reached forward, gently wiping it away. When I finished the song, I set the guitar down and offered a small smile. I pulled my knees in to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

"That was beautiful." Andy whispered, smiling. "You're very talented."

I bit my lip and hoped I wasn't blushing. I probably was. It's not every day that one of your favorite vocalists compliments your musical talent.

Suddenly, Andy's phone went off. He looked down at it, and his smile suddenly disappeared. He glanced up apologetically. "I have to take this." He stood up, leaning in to kiss my temple. "I'll see you later, okay?" And with that, he left.

I frowned after him, feeling confused and conflicted. Maybe marrying Andy wouldn't be so bad, after all.

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