You Saved Me

Katie's POV: Today's Sunday, so I quickly get ready, making sure to cover my arms, then grab my MP3 and blast one of my favorite playlist. As Avril Lavigne's voice fills my senses, I sing along as I make breakfast for everyone, keeping in mind Red and Rocket are still here. I then pull a Monster from the fridge, and take a sip.
"I looked away, then I look back at you. You try to say, the things that you can't un-do. If I had my way, I'd never get over you. Today's the day, I pray that we make it through. Make it through the fall, make it through it all. And I don't want to fall to pieces, I just wanna sit and stare at you. I don't wanna talk about it. And I don't want a conversation. I just wanna cry in front of you. I don't wanna talk about it, cause I'm in love with you," I sing into a whisk I used to mix the waffle mix.
"You're the only one, I'd be with till the end. When I come undone, you bring me back again. Back under the stars, back into your arms. And I don't want to fall to pieces. I just want to sit and stare at you. I don't wanna talk about it. And I don't want a conversation, I just want to cry in front of you. I don't wanna talk about it, cause I'm in love with you. Wanna know who you are, wanna know where to start. I wanna know what this means. Wanna know how you feel, wanna know when it's real. I wanna know everything, everything! And I don't wanna fall to pieces, I just wanna sit and stare at you. I don't wanna talk about it, and I don't want a conversation. I just wanna cry in front of you. I don't wanna talk about it, cause I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you," I finish the song, then I hear a chuckle from behind me, and spin around quickly to find Andy standing there with all my stuff from Ashley's place.
I pull my headphones off, and have them rest around my neck, then ask, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I come in peace," he says, holding up his hands, "We thought you might like to have your stuff back, and I want to apologize for yesterday."
I sigh, then roll my eyes at him, and say, "Thanks. You're forgiven, I guess, and you can just set those anywhere. You want to stay for breakfast?"
"Nah. I don't want to intrude," he says, setting my bags down, next to the wall.
"It's fine. I've made more than enough, and Red and Rocket are here anyway," I tell him, making two more waffles, "Besides, my brothers see you guys as family, so it would be rude of me not to ask."
Andy nods, then says, "Alright. Thank you."
"No problem," I say with a small shrug, then place a couple waffles on a plate and pass it to him, as he sits at the breakfast bar.
"Thanks," he says, and pours syrup over them.
"You might want to cover your ears," I warn him, and as he does without question, I shout towards the stairs as loud as I can, "Jayy! Dahvie! Get your lazy asses up!"
"Alright!" I hear Jayy's groggy voice flow down the stairs, after a door opens.
"Wake Red and Rocket for me, please?" I call back to him.
"Yeah, yeah," he calls back, then I hear another door open, and soon see Dahvie coming down stairs.
"Morning," he says, rubbing his eyes, as he makes his way to the breakfast bar.
"Good morning," I say, then slip my headphones back on, and listen to The Right to Love, by none other than my epic brothers. Pun intended.
Anyway, I move on to finishing up breakfast, while everyone crowds in the kitchen to get their hands on some waffles, but then someone removes my headphones, and when I look at who it is, I find Jayy holding one of them next to his ear.
He smirks down at me, and says, "You're alright. Carry on."
"Thanks," I reply, sacasum thick in my voice, as I go to replace the headphones.
"Drink up!" Red says, setting a glass of orange juice next to me, so I just place the headphones around my neck again, and drink the rich liquid.
"There's more than orange juice in this glass," I say, arching an eyebrow at her.
"You think I would do such a thing?" she asked with false innocence, "Well, I'd never! No, just messing. It's OJ and with a squeeze of lemon and lime in it. It's how my gran-gran always made mine when I wasn't feeling too great."
"Alright. So long as it wasn't the lime flavored booze from the fridge," I say, "Cause I think I'm going to go to the studio with Andy today, if that's cool with him."
When I look up at Andy, he swallows the bite of waffle he'd been chewing, and says, "I don't care. You know you're welcome in the studio anytime. Just out of curiosity though, why do you want to go there?"
I shrug, grabbing my own plate of food, and sitting at the stool diagonal to him, and say, "Don't know, but something in my gut is telling me I need to go."
"Women's intuition," Dahvie says, rolling his eyes and elbowing me gently.
"You know it's bad when your brother know that better than you, yourself, Mic," Rocket calls out, through a mouthful of food.
"Shut up, douche bag," I say, passing Dahvie a Sharpie, and add, "You know what to do."
He arches an eyebrow at me, and when I say, "BS" he knows what I'm talking about. He smirks, then grabs the arm Rocket's not using to eat with, and like he did to Bryan Stars, he writes "Douche Bag" on Rockets arm.
"There's something you can get tattooed, babe," Red says, sitting on Rocket's lap, and snagging a bite of his waffle.
"Hey! Get your own, wench!" Rocket calls out to her, as she peeks him on the cheek, and quickly gets up from his lap.
Andy's POV: When I walked in the house and saw Katie singing Fall to Pieces, and saw the emotion in her eyes and heard the pain and sadness in her voice, I knew this was hitting her just as hard as it was Ashley, but as the morning progressed she acted like it didn't. I could tell by the look of emptiness in her eyes that she was just putting on a brave face for everyone. Question is, why would she do that though?
Another question that needs a desperate answer, is why is she covering her arms with arm warmers again? She hasn't worn those for months. Also, what's Rocket and Red doing here? Did they spend the night to keep her company, or is it more serious than that? All the signs point to self-harm, but I don't want to believe it.
What really took me off guard though, was when she asked to go back to the studio with me and the guys. I doubt Ash will show up today, but with her going with me, that might not be a bad thing, but still, why does she want to go back?
When we're all done with our breakfast, we talk for a while longer, before everyone but Katie return upstairs to get ready for the day.
"I call shower first!" Red calls up to Rocket, who groans.
"Just don't use all the hot water, woman!" he calls back, allowing her to pass by him.
"No problem, babe," she says in reply, and kisses his cheek as she passes. She then looks back to Katie, and I catch her wink at her, where Katie just rolls her eyes with a sigh, grabbing her purse off the back of her bar stool.
"You ready to go?" she asked me, and I nod. She then shouts up the stairs, "I'll be back soon guys! See ya!"
"Define soon!" Jayy calls back to her.
"An hour or two!" she calls back, "I'm taking Dahvie's bike, so you know!"
"Alright. Don't forget to wear-"
"My helmet!? Always do!" she shouts, stopping Jayy's words in their tracks.
She then walks over to the door, grabbing Dahvie's key ring, and opening the coat closet to grab out a black and red helmet and a leather vest. She slips the vest on, then we head outside, and she opens the garage to get to Dahvie's motorcycle.
Once she's next to me with the bike, she closes the garage door, slips the hemlet on, and gets on the bike. She looks at me, and I can see the smirk in her eyes, as she says, "Race ya."
I smirk back and say, "Prepare to eat my dust."
We both put our eye guards down, and speed off towards the studio.

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