#1 Telling Him
Ashley’s Point Of View
Andy’s microphone kept dropping out so he gave up and decided to share my mic, which I have no problem with, it’s just going to be hard to play bass and sing with Andy at the same time.
Once the technology people fixed the mic to make it the main one instead of just being in the background Andy began to sing Rebel Yell. Damn his sexy voice.
With every note that we sung our bodies kept inching closer. Andy looked into my eyes and I started at my bass trying to avoid his gaze. That’s when his voice became raspier than usual and he licked my face. People in the crowd started cheering and wolf whistling. I missed a note as my heart skipped a beat. Yes, for fucks sake I like Andy. Every little thing that he did had an effect on me and that annoyed me more than anything.
He has a girlfriend though, and I try to cover up my sexuality by having sex. I’m not going to say that it doesn’t feel good but it hurts but I have a reputation to keep up.
We finished the song and by that point I had had enough. He kept looking at me weirdly. The concert continued with utter annoyance between both of us. When we got off stage I almost threw my bass onto the floor because I hated feeling like this.
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Andy and I walked back to the tour bus; I planned on going straight to my bunk. Jinxx, Jake and CC decided to go to a bar because drinking on this bus is really boring.
Andy pulled a bottle of whiskey from the fridge and slumped himself down on the couch. If he was going to drink he could have just gone to the bar with the rest of all the guys.
“Is Mr Purdy not going to the bar?” Andy said with sarcasm in his voice. I ignored him and got a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Come get drunk with me Ashes.” He yelled from where he was sitting. I ignored him and continued walking down the space between each of our rooms until I reached mine. Whenever he called me Ashes it send shivers down my spine, he was the only person who’s called me that.
“ASH!” He yelled again.
“What do you want?” I yelled back to him as he was at the front of the bus.
“Come and sit here and get drunk with me.” His voice became louder, I noticed that there was a tall lanky figure standing in front of me.
“Andy that’s not a good idea,” I told him. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and then put it back. “Go away and let me get some sleep.” I said that harsher than I extended to but I didn’t care. I needed to get away from Andy. I closed the door of my room in his face and sit in the corner of my room.
Everything about Andy made me love him more. The shade of blue in his eyes, the deepness of his voice, his amazing talent and I could go on forever but I’m not going to because I’m only going to make myself feel worse because he’s not mine.
I took my jeans and my top off, not bothering with my warpaint and got into bed. I stared at the ceiling of my room until I got tired.
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“Ashes wake up.” Andy whispered into my ear.
I shot up, and stared blankly at him.
“Andy get out, you’re drunk.” I got out of bed and pulled my clothes on quickly.
“But Ash,” Andy said drunkenly, “I love you.”
“No, you don’t. You have a girlfriend now get out of my room.” I shoved Andy out the door and got back into bed and tried to forget the whole thing.
I shut my eyes tightly and turned to face the wall but Andy’s quiet sobs were keeping me away. I gave in and got out of bed. I opened the door for him and he fell backwards onto my feet.
He looked slightly more sober than how he way when I shoved him out of my room so I trusted that he wasn’t going to do anything stupid. I got back into bed with Andy following behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his nose into my neck.
“Andy stop it. Let me get some sleep.” The worst part about this whole thing was that I wasn’t even tired.
“Ashley I have something to tell you and goddammit you better listen to me.” He said with a serious tone. I felt his weight lift up slightly on the bed; he must be sitting up.
I sighed and pulled the covers off myself once again and sat facing him. He looked into my eyes for a few seconds and then leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. He didn’t taste of whiskey but I still pushed him off of me. He had a girlfriend, this wasn’t right.
“Andy stop, you’re drunk or high or something I don’t know. Please just stop.” I was panicking. I didn’t know what to do about this whole situation.
“I had one glass to drink tonight, I’m not even buzzed. You know that I don’t do drugs. Ashley I love you.” Andy said with a sad expression on his face.
“You have a girlfriend.”
“I don’t actually; I broke it off with her last week.” Andy explained. “I want you and no one else. Please believe me.”
I gave in. Again. Not matter how hard I tried to control myself around Andy I would always give in. “I love you too Andy.” His nose brushed with mine and he kissed me better than he did before.
“Now for the last time I need to get some sleep.” I said with a laugh. All the stressing must have been what made me tired.
“Alright Ash.” Andy smiled at me and I pulled the covers back over myself. Andy hugged his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. I could get used to this.