You Saved Me
The Brides Bus
As I board the Brides tour bus, I notice it’s really nice. They even already have a bunk for me and everything. Cool.
Ashley walks up to me and hugs me tightly, and asked, “You want the full tour, or are you good?”
“Good for now. If I need something I’m sure I could ask,” I tell him, relaxing on their black leather sofa. He nods, then sits next to me, and I rest my head on his shoulder. After a moment I then say, “Well, as I promised, I’ll give you the chance to change my mind, so let’s have it.”
He sighs, as he thinks through what he might want to say, then finally asked, “Why are you really afraid to get close to people?”
“I told you. It’s because I think I’m bad luck,” I tell him.
“And what if I were to say, I could prove your theory wrong?” Ashley asked.
“How?” I ask, arching an eyebrow in confusion. What the hell is going on in that thick skull of his?
“Well, first, we need a control, so Jake!” Ashley shouts to the bunk area. When Jake walks out, Ashley says, “Jake’s the control. Whatever you do, Jake, don’t get too close to Katie. We’re trying an experiment out, and we need you to be the control subject, so to speak. Got it?”
“Whatever,” he says with a shrug, grabs a thing of sushi from the fridge, and heads back to the back lounge again.
“I’m the test subject now. And for experiment one, we’re going out on a date when we get to say, Nevada?” he asked me.
I sigh and ask, “I’m not getting out of this, am I?”
“Not on your life,” he says with a wink.
I sigh again, and say, “Alright. You win. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when you end up in the hospital somewhere.”
He hugs me closer to him, and says, “Wouldn’t dream of it, babe. Wouldn’t dream of it. Oh, by the way, great job on stage tonight. You’re a natural. Andy even thinks so, and sort of wants yours and Juliet’s help when we perform Lost It All for the first time.”
“Thanks, and I’ll think about it,” I tell him.
“I’ll pass the word on to Andy a little later,” he says, and we cuddle up on the couch together. We ask each other questions about our life, play card games, that he totally kicks my ass in, and he even tries to teach me how to play Texas Hold ‘Em.
“So, this would be a . . . Umm . . .”
“A straight,” he fills in the blank for me, looking at my cards, “Which beats my One Pair in this hand, so you would win this hand, and get to ask one question.”
“Hmm . . . Out of your two signature basses, which is your favorite?” I ask.
He laughs and then says, “Well, I can’t really say I have a favorite. They’re sort of like my children.”
I nod, then shuffle and deal the cards like he showed me. We look at our cards, and I try to think of what I have. I have four Aces, so what did he say that was again? A . . . Four of a Kind? Yeah, that’s it. I smirk at him, and he returns the gesture, then places his cards on the table.
Damn it! He’s got a Royal . . . Flush? Yeah, that’s it. And that beats my Four of a Kind any day, if I remember correctly.
“Put them down,” he says with a small laugh, and I place my cards on the table. He smiles wickedly, and asked, “What do BOTDF do for their pre-show ritual?”
“From what I saw tonight, they huddle together, and say some sort of prayer. I don’t know what it’s called, since my family was never all that religious, but it goes something like, ‘Mother of Mercy come to me. Awake my soul, set me free. Reveal God’s power for all to see. Consume all fear that lies in me. Radiance at your violet flame, expand and blaze the light in me. Energize my mind and heart, with all love, all power, all peace. Amen.’ And that’s it,” I tell him.
He nods and says, “It’s the Quan-Yin-Decree, just so you know.”
The Quan-Yin-Decree? Hmm . . . I’ll have to look that up when I get back to my computer, but I sort of left it on my bunk on the BOTDF tour bus. Damn it. Oh well.
Another question that pops in my head then, is rather good too. I look at Ashley and ask, “How did you know that?”
“I was raised by my grandparents when I was younger, and they were pretty religious themselves. When I became a teenager, I started to rebel a little more, but my religious upbringing, like Andy’s, helped make me the man I am today, so I guess I can’t really complain,” he explains, as he puts the cards away.
I nod, then get up and walk to his side of the table, and sit on his lap. I smile at him and say, “It’s so easy to talk to you. It actually scares me a little bit.”
His smile fades into a frown, and he says, “Don’t be scared. I’m not going anywhere. None of us are. We’re for you, always, Katie. I promise.”
I nod, then rest my forehead on his shoulder, while his arms wrap tightly around my body. I feel him gently place tiny kisses all over my bare shoulder, and hear him whisper soothing words between the kisses. I stay there in his warm, secure arms for a long time, and start to relax a bit more, with each passing moment.
It’s only when I hear the sound of a phone camera’s shutter, that I lift my head from Ashley’s shoulder to see Andy. I narrow my eyes at him, and he laughs, then messes with his phone for a moment. My phone alerts me I have a new mention on Twitter, and I quickly check it, shifting on Ashley’s lap to reach my phone.
When I pull it out, I look at it, and it’s the picture Andy just took with a caption that says, “Close friends, or secret lovers? @AshleyPurdy @KillerKatie8793 @JayyVonMonroe @dahvievanity”
I stare at it in shock, and Ashley places a finger under my chin, pushing my mouth shut again. Dahvie’s the first to reply with, “@AndyBVB @AshleyPurdy @KillerKatie8793 @JayyVonMonroe Totally Secret Lovers ;P”
“@AndyBVB @AshleyPurdy @KillerKatie8793@dahvievanity I agree. Secret Lovers,” Jayy responds, and I just close the app, shaking my head and glaring at Andy. He laughs, shrugs and walks out of the room, saying, “When I came out here, and saw that, I had to. Sorry!”
I roll my eyes at him, then tell Ashley, “I’m off to bed now. Goodnight,” then I kiss his cheek, but he turns his head in time to capture my lips with his, and soon I melt into the kiss. Damn. He’s a really good kisser. I can even taste Bubblemint on his lips, which only makes the already sweet kiss, that much sweeter.
When we pull away for air, he whispers, “Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams.”
I blush at the innocent words, and the not so innocent kiss he just gave me, and whisper back, “Sweet dreams,” then hop off his lap, and head back to the bunks. Somehow they’ve strategically placed me across from Ashley’s bunk, but I shrug it off, and hop into my bunk. I toss and turn for a couple hours before finally falling asleep.
The next day when I wake up, I feel my arm hanging out in the little hallway between the bunks, and when I open my curtain, I see Ashley’s hand holding my own. I smile at the sweet gesture, but then gently pull my hand free, and get up to make breakfast for everyone.
Just as I’m about to finish the eggs, Andy walks out into the main area, and says, “What’s all this?” gesturing to the pancakes, waffles, bacon, and eggs I’ve made for everyone.
“Breakfast,” I say, “Eggs?”
“Sure. Thanks,” Andy says, with a small nod, then grabs the plates I was having a hard time reaching. He passes them down to me, and I fix up a plate for him, then myself, and we eat together in comfortable silence at the table.
Ashley walks up to me and hugs me tightly, and asked, “You want the full tour, or are you good?”
“Good for now. If I need something I’m sure I could ask,” I tell him, relaxing on their black leather sofa. He nods, then sits next to me, and I rest my head on his shoulder. After a moment I then say, “Well, as I promised, I’ll give you the chance to change my mind, so let’s have it.”
He sighs, as he thinks through what he might want to say, then finally asked, “Why are you really afraid to get close to people?”
“I told you. It’s because I think I’m bad luck,” I tell him.
“And what if I were to say, I could prove your theory wrong?” Ashley asked.
“How?” I ask, arching an eyebrow in confusion. What the hell is going on in that thick skull of his?
“Well, first, we need a control, so Jake!” Ashley shouts to the bunk area. When Jake walks out, Ashley says, “Jake’s the control. Whatever you do, Jake, don’t get too close to Katie. We’re trying an experiment out, and we need you to be the control subject, so to speak. Got it?”
“Whatever,” he says with a shrug, grabs a thing of sushi from the fridge, and heads back to the back lounge again.
“I’m the test subject now. And for experiment one, we’re going out on a date when we get to say, Nevada?” he asked me.
I sigh and ask, “I’m not getting out of this, am I?”
“Not on your life,” he says with a wink.
I sigh again, and say, “Alright. You win. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when you end up in the hospital somewhere.”
He hugs me closer to him, and says, “Wouldn’t dream of it, babe. Wouldn’t dream of it. Oh, by the way, great job on stage tonight. You’re a natural. Andy even thinks so, and sort of wants yours and Juliet’s help when we perform Lost It All for the first time.”
“Thanks, and I’ll think about it,” I tell him.
“I’ll pass the word on to Andy a little later,” he says, and we cuddle up on the couch together. We ask each other questions about our life, play card games, that he totally kicks my ass in, and he even tries to teach me how to play Texas Hold ‘Em.
“So, this would be a . . . Umm . . .”
“A straight,” he fills in the blank for me, looking at my cards, “Which beats my One Pair in this hand, so you would win this hand, and get to ask one question.”
“Hmm . . . Out of your two signature basses, which is your favorite?” I ask.
He laughs and then says, “Well, I can’t really say I have a favorite. They’re sort of like my children.”
I nod, then shuffle and deal the cards like he showed me. We look at our cards, and I try to think of what I have. I have four Aces, so what did he say that was again? A . . . Four of a Kind? Yeah, that’s it. I smirk at him, and he returns the gesture, then places his cards on the table.
Damn it! He’s got a Royal . . . Flush? Yeah, that’s it. And that beats my Four of a Kind any day, if I remember correctly.
“Put them down,” he says with a small laugh, and I place my cards on the table. He smiles wickedly, and asked, “What do BOTDF do for their pre-show ritual?”
“From what I saw tonight, they huddle together, and say some sort of prayer. I don’t know what it’s called, since my family was never all that religious, but it goes something like, ‘Mother of Mercy come to me. Awake my soul, set me free. Reveal God’s power for all to see. Consume all fear that lies in me. Radiance at your violet flame, expand and blaze the light in me. Energize my mind and heart, with all love, all power, all peace. Amen.’ And that’s it,” I tell him.
He nods and says, “It’s the Quan-Yin-Decree, just so you know.”
The Quan-Yin-Decree? Hmm . . . I’ll have to look that up when I get back to my computer, but I sort of left it on my bunk on the BOTDF tour bus. Damn it. Oh well.
Another question that pops in my head then, is rather good too. I look at Ashley and ask, “How did you know that?”
“I was raised by my grandparents when I was younger, and they were pretty religious themselves. When I became a teenager, I started to rebel a little more, but my religious upbringing, like Andy’s, helped make me the man I am today, so I guess I can’t really complain,” he explains, as he puts the cards away.
I nod, then get up and walk to his side of the table, and sit on his lap. I smile at him and say, “It’s so easy to talk to you. It actually scares me a little bit.”
His smile fades into a frown, and he says, “Don’t be scared. I’m not going anywhere. None of us are. We’re for you, always, Katie. I promise.”
I nod, then rest my forehead on his shoulder, while his arms wrap tightly around my body. I feel him gently place tiny kisses all over my bare shoulder, and hear him whisper soothing words between the kisses. I stay there in his warm, secure arms for a long time, and start to relax a bit more, with each passing moment.
It’s only when I hear the sound of a phone camera’s shutter, that I lift my head from Ashley’s shoulder to see Andy. I narrow my eyes at him, and he laughs, then messes with his phone for a moment. My phone alerts me I have a new mention on Twitter, and I quickly check it, shifting on Ashley’s lap to reach my phone.
When I pull it out, I look at it, and it’s the picture Andy just took with a caption that says, “Close friends, or secret lovers? @AshleyPurdy @KillerKatie8793 @JayyVonMonroe @dahvievanity”
I stare at it in shock, and Ashley places a finger under my chin, pushing my mouth shut again. Dahvie’s the first to reply with, “@AndyBVB @AshleyPurdy @KillerKatie8793 @JayyVonMonroe Totally Secret Lovers ;P”
“@AndyBVB @AshleyPurdy @KillerKatie8793@dahvievanity I agree. Secret Lovers,” Jayy responds, and I just close the app, shaking my head and glaring at Andy. He laughs, shrugs and walks out of the room, saying, “When I came out here, and saw that, I had to. Sorry!”
I roll my eyes at him, then tell Ashley, “I’m off to bed now. Goodnight,” then I kiss his cheek, but he turns his head in time to capture my lips with his, and soon I melt into the kiss. Damn. He’s a really good kisser. I can even taste Bubblemint on his lips, which only makes the already sweet kiss, that much sweeter.
When we pull away for air, he whispers, “Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams.”
I blush at the innocent words, and the not so innocent kiss he just gave me, and whisper back, “Sweet dreams,” then hop off his lap, and head back to the bunks. Somehow they’ve strategically placed me across from Ashley’s bunk, but I shrug it off, and hop into my bunk. I toss and turn for a couple hours before finally falling asleep.
The next day when I wake up, I feel my arm hanging out in the little hallway between the bunks, and when I open my curtain, I see Ashley’s hand holding my own. I smile at the sweet gesture, but then gently pull my hand free, and get up to make breakfast for everyone.
Just as I’m about to finish the eggs, Andy walks out into the main area, and says, “What’s all this?” gesturing to the pancakes, waffles, bacon, and eggs I’ve made for everyone.
“Breakfast,” I say, “Eggs?”
“Sure. Thanks,” Andy says, with a small nod, then grabs the plates I was having a hard time reaching. He passes them down to me, and I fix up a plate for him, then myself, and we eat together in comfortable silence at the table.
Heyy i would really love if you could update this story again or let us know whats happening with the sequel!!!
(Ps - this is ur lil sis...)
12/5/15