Broken Down, Standing Up

(Trinity’s POV)

My heart was racing fueled by nothing but anxiety and fear; they couldn’t be back…could they? HOLY SHIT ANDY! My mind screamed, before I knew what was happing I was running out of my room, out the front door, and practically flew down the quiet neighborhood street like a bat out of hell. I know I shouldn’t be worrying this much over an asshole like Andrew Biersack, old habit die hard I guess. I finally made it to the front door of his house; not bothering to knock as I basically kicked the door open before running up the stairs, barging into his room. I stood there frightened and ready to fright, only to find a semi-nude Andy staring at me like I had three heads.

“Trinity?” he questioned, raising a brow at me. I stared at the shirtless blue eyed teen in confusion, I expected him to be pinned up against the wall fighting for life or something, not changing his clothes so nonchalantly.

“Have you finally come to your senses and admitted to yourself that you want me?” Andy teased, not bothering to pull on his shirt giving me full view of his tattooed ivory skin.

“I THOGUHT YOU WERE DYING YOU ASSHOLE!” I yelled, slamming the door behind me shut in frustration.

My burning lungs and aching legs only just came into view as my adrenaline wore off, a little too quickly, leaving me in a extremely pissed off heaving mess. I leaned up against the now closed door behind me before unceremoniously falling to the floor and landing on my ass as I tried to catch my breath.

“Jesus Andrew, I thought they got you! Why’d you suddenly end the call like that?! You scared the living shit out of me!” I yelled again, I had to wrench the words out towards the end as I felt my throat begin to collapse as tears stung my eyes.

‘No, no, no, no, NO! Trinity you can NOT cry because of this dickhead!’ my mind screamed, but it was too late.

The sense of dread, sadness, and fear consumed me at the thought of losing the douche before me; it made me realize just how much I needed him around…even if her wasn’t the kind boy I once knew, even if he was a dick head bully that constantly made my life hell. Because no matter what happened between us a small part of me always held out hope even to this day, that under all that stupid ‘bad boy’ façade laid my best friend that I dare say I had fallen in love with those few years ago.

“Hey I-I’m sorry Trinity…I didn’t meant to worry you.” Andy began, worry and guilt lacing his words. “My coffee spilt all over me and burnt me so I flipped shit cuz it hurt; I was going to call you right back once I’d changed.”

I wanted to slap him, punch him, hug him…god, why couldn’t I just hate him like he hated me? Yes, Andy hated me or so he says. However, as I looked up and jumped slightly when noticing how close he was to me I felt my insides knot up. If he hated me like he says, why was there an obvious look of worry in his arctic blue eyes? I always loved his eyes, maybe even more than his voice, because they held so much hope and kindness it made my heart skip a beat when I used to look into them and even now they haven’t changed over the years. This was like a cliché movie moment, the silence that surrounded us fueled our ‘teenage hormones’ and I knew if I didn’t do something we’d kiss, I couldn’t let that happen. Our lips were inches away when I spoke.

“Are they really back?” I asked, Andy pulled away with a look of slight annoyance in his eyes before he sighed.

“Yes.” He replied, standing up the teen held a hand out for me which I took.

Pulling me off the floor I wiped my eyes clean of the tears that ran down my cheeks and walked with him over to his desk. Andy sat down before the laptop that was sat on top of the study and showed me several pictures, each one frightened me more and more.

“So it’s true…F.E.A.R really is back…” I said in a frightened whisper, I felt my heart quicken and my hands began to shake.

“Yeah, but…” Andy trailed off as if he were debating is he should say what was on his mind “I-I won’t let them hurt you, Trinity, I promise.” The raven haired teen stated, sounding slightly insecure.

“Andy stop messing with me, you made it very clear you want nothing to do with a ‘dog’ like me.” I huffed, feeling annoyed. Suddenly my shoulders were gripped tightly and I was forcefully turned to face Andy.

“Trinity, would you fucking grow up?!” Andy’s deep voice barked at me “This is a life and death situation! If those hybrid freaks get us we’re fucked! We have to ban together if we want to survive!” the teen yelled, trying to drill his words into my head.

“Andy I get it! You don’t have to be an ass about it!” I yelled back, he could eat shit if he thought I was going to take his words sitting down.

“And if you really want this to work tell your blood sucker friends that we have to stop fighting, especially CC because I SWEAR I will-” I was suddenly cut off, I was pulled forward and stood stunned as I felt Andy’s lips pressed against mine. Pulling away the vampire grinned.

“You’re fucking sexy when you’re pissed, you know that?” I didn’t have a chance to speak as Andy captured my lips again, this time deepening the kiss. I pulled away before slapping him across the face, hard.

“What the hell was that?!” I yelled, slapping him again before running out of his room not stopping as I heard him call my name. I ran down the street my mind and heart in a confused mess.

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