I continued to sketch my picture, and Andy soon reappeared at the window, his leather jacket on. "Listen babe I've got to go out. I'm going out for dinner with my parents and auntie, uncle and cousin. Do you want to come"? He asked, making my eyes grow wide."Andy....You know I can't. If my dad knew. If someone told him..."
"But I wouldents say anything, and neither would my mom. Please Midnight."
"Andy I'm sorry but it's to risky for me. i'm sorry." His face dropped a little, but he managed to smile at me. "It's ok. I'll be back soon, I'll talk to you through the window." He said, and I nodded. "Midnight."
"Yeah."
"I know we haven't known eachother long, but....I love you."
"I love you to."
"Really?"
"Really. Now go or you'll ba late."
"Ok. Bye."
"Bye."
He left the frame, and I looked back down at my drawing. I really wanted to go to the meal with him, but I knew that it was dangerous, and it could end badly. I tried to forget everything, and concentrate on my drawing. I was pondering wheather to do it in colour, or to just do it in black and white. I decided to do everthing in dark colours like browns, blacks, greys, stuff like that; and the only piece of colour on the drawing was the going to be the boys bright blue eyes. They were like Andys. Bright and striking, emotional. I suddenly realised that the boy did look alot like Andy. I suppose, deep down inside, I knew it was meant to be Andy, but the rest of me seemed to be in denial. I went dowstairs, got a apple, and a drink of water, and went back upstairs. After a while, the sky went dark, and I got my PJ's on. I sat on the window sill, still drawing.

"Was wondering if you were still going to be there." Andy said, sitting down by his windowsill. "Where else would I be?"
"In your bed."
"Oh very funny. Anyway how was your meal?"
"It was as good as it could be. It would have been loads better if you were there to."
"I wish I was there to, but I couldent and we both know that."
"I know. I just hate that this is happening to you. Your to nice and kind to have this happen to you."
"Yes well, it's too late to go back now. Anyway, it is sometimes my-"
"Don't you dare say it's your fault because it's not. It never has been and it never will be."
"Ok. Whatever you say." I looked back down at my drawing. "What is that? You had it in the garden to."
"Its.....nothing."
"Well its not nothing because I can see it there in your hands."
"Well its nothing that you should see."
"Well if I can't see what it is can I at least know what it is."
"it's my drawings."
"You draw?"
"Yeah. I have done since I was little. Its something I got from my mother."
"Nice. I hope I can see them sometime."
"Maybe. What about you? Do you have anything like drawings? Music?"
"Well I have my lyric book. Thats what I'm writing in now."
"Sing one to me."
"No Midnight I-"
"Please." He sighed, and looked at me. He shut his eyes, and began to sing.
"I open my lungs, dear
I sing this song at funerals, no rush
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just
plush
A baby boy you've held so tightly
This pain it visits almost nightly
Missing hotel beds
I feel your touch

I will await, dear
A patience of eternity, my crush
A universal still, no rust
No dust will ever grow on this frame
One million years, and I will say your
name
I love you more than I can ever scream."
I stopped. I stared at him, speachless. "How was it?"
"It was....Amazing."
"Really?"
"Yes. You should be a singer or something."
"I sort of am. I'm in a band."
"Really? Take it it's a rock band."
"Yeah it is. It's called Black Veil Brides."
"Thats an awesome name. So you got any songs out yet?"
"Not yet but were looking for gigs. Think we might be able to get one at the local club. If we do you have to come. I don't care what your dad says."
"You might not care if he finds out but I do."
"I wouldent let him hurt you. I promise."
"Yes not when your there, but its what happens behind closed doors that you don't understand."
"Midnight....What does he do to you that your so scared of? I've seen your dad, and he dosent look that strong."
"He just hits me, and looks arnt everything Andy. You didn't think that I was being hit before you saw those bruises."
"Yes but you could run. You could hit him back. Theres so many things that you can do to get away. Why don't you do them?"
"I just.....I just don't know how to. He started hitting me when I was young. I didn't know what to do. He terrfied me, and he still does. He might not look strong, but he is once he's had a drink. You wouldent believe how many bones i've broken."
"How many?"
"We'll i've broken my arm twice, dislocated both wrists, sprained my leg, and i've broken my ribs."
"Really? And nobody asked why."
"They did, they just asked my dad, and he said that I was always into mishcheif, and after a while they stopped asking."
"Just like that? Thas really bad, they should know the signs."
"Yes well, I'm used to it, and anyway, he doesnt hit me unless I-"
"Stop with the blaming yourself. What will it take for you to undertsand that none of this is your fault, and you don't have to put up with it if you would only let me help you."
"Well I don't need help! I'm strong enough on my own two feet! I don't need you! I don't need anyone!" I yelled, throwing my sketch book to the floor. "I'm only trying to help! I'm only trying to make sure you don't end up dead!"
"Well I wont, and If I ever do it will be a blessing because I don't want to live anymore! I'm tired of living! I have nothing left for me here! Nothing!" I yelled, jumping off the window sill, and pulling the window shut. I pulled the curtians shut to, and got into bed sobbing.


ANDYS POV


Midnight shut the curtain, leaving me there, sitting by the window, my lyric book on my lap. I stood on the window sill, and bananced myself on the thich branches. I climed over to her window. I could hear her sobbing. I knocked on the window. Her sobs stopped. I knocked again. The curtian got pulled back, and she looked at me, and seemed relieved that it was me and not some random person. She opened the window, and stood there. "Listen Midnight, I'm sorry. You know I'm only trying to help. It's just because....."
"Because what?"
"Because I love you, and I'd rather die than watch anything happen to you." She broken down again, crying. Jumped in through her window, and pulled her into a hug. She broke down even more. "Why would you say that to me?" She asked through sobs. "Because it's true. I wouldent say anything that isn't true."
"But....But nobody loves me. Nobody except my mom, and shes not here." She sobbed. I could see how much her dad had brainwashed her into thinking that there was nowhere she could go, no one who loved her or cared. I pulled her away a little, and looked deep into her eyes. People always told me that I spoke with my eyes, and I needed them to work. "Listen to me. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I will shout it from every roof top, sing it in every song. Midnight, Your loved by me, and thats all that matters ok? I'll keep you safe Midnight. Everything your dads been telling you all these years are not true. None of them." SHe looked me in the eye, tears still brimming. "Really?"
"Really." She smiled at me, he eyes no loner filling up. I smiled back at her, and kissed her. She smiled into the kiss, and so did I. After a few minutes, I pulled away, grinning, and she grinned back. I sighed, and looked at her. "So, what are we going to do now?" I asked, and Midnight looked down into her lap. "Andy....I'll be fine. I promise that if things get to out of hand. I'll come to you and let you help me."
"Promise?"
"I promise." I smiled at her, and gently pecked her lips. I jumped up and headed over to the window. I turned to her. "Do you want me to stay the night? Just to check your ok."
"I'l be fine Andy, no go or your mom might wonder where you are."
"OK." I climbed the tree, over to my window, and was soon back in my bedroom. She blew me a kiss, and shut the curtiains again. I got into bed, smiling, letting my dreams be filled with Midnights beautiful face.

Notes

I'm starting to so shout outs now, so commet and i'll shout out :)