November went past.
Early in December one of the band’s new background singers (who were especially hired for live performances of “Lost it All”) was introduced to me. Her name was Melissa. She seemed to be a nice friendly young woman. But I didn’t like the looks she gave my – and I emphasize it once again – my boyfriend and I hated it how she behaved as soon as he was near her. For the first time I felt like I had to mark my territory, like I had to make clear that Andy belonged to me. And I made it clear. Very clear.
“Why does she spend so much time with you and the band? I’ve never seen any of the other background singers near you that often.” I asked Andy one day, folded my arms and looked out of the window. I heard how he got up and came up to me. From behind he wrapped his arms around me so I could feel his breath in the nape of my neck.
“Jealous?” he whispered amused into my ears.
“Should I be jealous?” I asked back instead.
He hugged me more firmly. “Of course not.” I smiled a little bit. “She’s not my type.” he added.
“Good.”
He chuckled and I loved it. Suddenly it seemed ridiculous to me to doubt him. I turned around in his arms. A strand of his smooth hair (which was black again for 3 weeks now) had got lost and now fell over his forehead. “Don’t tell me you’ve already been worrying about this the whole time.” He said with a questioning voice. Instead of answering I bit my lower lip. His eyes searched for my look and when I found his I sank into this pale piercing blue. Andy tapped with his fingers under my chin. “Victoria, I belong to you. Just as you belong to me. And this will never change. Never ever.”
Slowly I lifted one hand and wiped the strand out of his forehead, then tenderly let my fingertips glide over his cheek, down his neck and over his collarbones.
“I know.” I whispered.
“Good.” He whispered back and lowered his lips on mine. Instantly I felt the cool steel of his piercing on my skin and his hands wandered down the small of my back, pressed me against his body as his lips ran over my neck. I buried my hands in his hair. We both didn’t hear the opening door but what we heard was CC’s “Guys are you – oh fuck, sorry!” and the noise of the door closing again. Andy grinned; I could feel it on my lips.
Oh yes. The dinner. I forgot.
“Okay let’s go.” he said and took my hand.
“Why is the door of your house open at all? They could get in whenever they want!”
“I know and they did come in whenever they want. But I got used to it. They have to get used to knocking before coming in now. They just forget that there’s a woman in my house now.”
A woman. For some reason I got goose bumps.
I nodded understanding in view of this scanty excuse. “Mhm.”
CC and Jake were waiting outside; Andy closed the door behind us and locked up.
“Dude you should definitely attach a better lock to your door or at last a bell.”
“Thanks for the advice CC.”
“No problem man.”
Jokingly CC gave Andy a slap against the shoulder and then got in his car. Andy disappeared in the garage and while I waited for him another black car with darkened windows arrived and stopped right in front of me.
After a few seconds the door on the driver’s side opened and someone got out.
The person turned around and in spite of the dark sunglasses he was wearing I recognized Ashley.
I swallowed. I didn’t talk to him since Andy and he had spoken to each other. Andy had been away for a whole day and as he came back in the evening he just said that everything was cleared up. Not very satisfactory and I couldn’t help thinking that Ashley didn’t like me more now than he did before. For a moment he just stared at me through the black glasses but then he turned his head to Andy’s Bentley that came rolling out of the garage. Andy stopped, got out and opened the front passenger door for me; ignoring Ashley completely.
Insecurely I started walking and got in the car. Through the windows (which were also darkened) I watched them. Ashley seemed to ask something but Andy wasn’t sure if he should agree. But finally he nodded and came back.
“Melissa’s joining us.” He said while fastening his seat belt. My mouth fell open. “Are you serious?”
“Oh come on, Vic. She asked Ashley if she could go with him and I told you there is absolutely no reason for being jealous.”
I sighed. “I don’t care.”
He chuckled and followed CC’s car; right into the L.A. night life.

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“Oh come on, Vic! Please, I promise you’ll l-l-lov’ it!”
I looked at CC who made a puppy face trying to convince me. One couldn’t deny that he was already drunk.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” I answered.
“Pleeeeaaaaaasee! It woul’ be way more fun if you were with us!” Jinxx also started to speak drunkenly.
Andy put an arm around my shoulders and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “They’re right, you know. That bar’s like the most amazing bar I’ve ever been to. And I’ve been to many bars. There are neon pipes on the ceiling and such stuff. You should go there at last once.”
“Only when you come with me.”
Right when Andy wanted to answer Jinxx fell into his words. “Nooohoo Andy’s not all-l-l-l-lowed to go in hahaha! He kicked up a racket there once and since then he has prohibition. Don’ wor’ly Vic, he’ll go home and wait for you in your bed. Naked hehehe…”
I turned around to look at my rowdy-boyfriend. “You did what?”
He laughed that irresistible laugh and lifted both of his hands. “Babe I was drunk and nobody got hurt. Happy End! Come on, go with them.”
“Come on Viiiiiiiiic!” CC cheered. “Come with usssss!”
I frowned my forehead. Melissa bent across the table, looked at Andy and jingled her lashes. “Well we two could go to your house then. I still have some questions in terms of the songs.”
Automatically my body stiffened but also Andy’s hug became more firmly as if he had noticed it.
“Uhm … yeah sure.” He said then.
Please what?!
I clenched the teeth; so hard that it began to hurt.
I winded my way out of his hug and stood up. “Guys let’s go. I need some strong drinks now.”
CC and Jinxx cheered, got up as well as Ashley and Jake and we got dressed in our jackets.
Andy gave me an “Oh no please don’t be mad” – look but I didn’t care. Jake put his arm around my shoulder and laughed. Of course I wasn’t in the mood of celebrating anymore but what I knew was that I had to get out of this restaurant. I was mad. And I left.
Not knowing that this one decision was going to become my ruin. Our ruin.

Notes

Happy New Year Guys! Let's celebrate another BVB Year full of songs, love and (more or less) fangirling right in front of us! <3