I woke up when I felt a light tapping on my shoulder. My eyes shot open, and I saw a confused Andy standing there, not sure of what to say.

"Oh, hey Andy," I said, waking up.

"Hey.. uh, could you tell me what happened last night? I can't remember- ouch, my head," he said suddenly, pulling at his hair.

"Oh right, sorry, I'll get you an aspirin," I said, getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. "You were completely gone last night. Drunk as hell. Wasted. I don't even know how much you drank," I said, giving him a bottle of water and the aspirin. He took it gratefully and drank the whole bottle of water.

"So what happened then?" he rasped in that deep voice of his.

"Well, I was sleeping and then I heard you moving around the bus - so I whacked you on the head with an umbrella, and-"

"Wait, you did what?" exclaimed Andy. I smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah uh, well in my defence, it was 3am and there was someone sneaking around on the bus. What would you have done?" I asked him, and he shrugged. "Exactly."

"So then what happened?" he asked.

"I don't know, I just made you lie down in that bunk and you went to sleep, and now you've woken up with a huge hangover, which isn't helped by the fact that I hit you hard in the head, so sorry," I said, looking at him as he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Hey- did I say anything... weird last night?" he asked, suddenly nervous.

I thought for a moment, debating whether to tell him about what he had said. I decided against it. "No, why?" I asked, curious as to what he was about to say.

"Well, let's just say that I say things that I wouldn't normally admit when I'm intoxicated. Like, things I'm thinking deep down. I guess you could say that everything I say is my true feelings being revealed."

So he wasn't kidding last night then. I smiled lightly as I realized - Andy thought I was pretty. And that I had a nice smile. Oh my god what am I thinking, I'm talking like a high school girl. Jeez.

"Uh... Scarlette? You alright? You kind of zoned out there," Andy said, smiling at me.

"Wha- oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking," I said, as he looked confused.

"Well, I'm gonna go back to the bus. The guys are probably wondering where I got to, I'll see you soon, okay?" he said, opening the bus door. "Oh, and thank you. For helping me," he said, holding up the water bottle.

"No problem Andy, that's what friends are for, right?" I said. Friends. Yeah right.

"Yeah," he said, a hint of disappointment in his tone. After he left, I sighed and flopped down on one of the couches. I thought about Andy a lot. I think I like him. Like, more than a little. And that's a problem. I swore that I'd never date any band member ever again after Brandon broke my heart. But there was something in the back of my mind telling me that it was okay. That Andy was okay.

"Helloooo?" I felt someone waving there hand right in front of my face as I snapped out of daydreaming for the second time that morning.

"Oh, hey Alexa," I said, smiling at her.

"Scar, I've been here for 10 minutes. And you've ignored me... what were you thinking about? Or should I say... who?" she smiled deviously. Oh crap. She knew. She definitely did.

"Nothing," I said. "I was just... tired!"

"No you weren't. I was in the BVB bus just now, and Andy just came back. From your bus. What did you guys get up to?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Alexa, ew, no!" I exclaimed.

"Oh Scar, you can drop the act you know. It's so obvious that you like Andy."

"I do not," I argued.

"Yeah you do."

"No."

"Yes."

"No," I said, getting annoyed.

"No."

"Yes," I said as she smirked. "Wait no, I mean no! Hey, that wasn't fair."

"Who cares? The point is that you do like Andy."

"I DO NOT LIKE HIM!" I shouted as the door to the bus opened and Sammi walked in.

"You don't like who?" she asked.

"No one. I don't like anyone," I said, but Alexa interrupted. Sometimes I hated that girl.

"Andy. She likes Andy," she said, smiling.

"Aw Scar! You and Andy, I can see it, definitely," said Sammi.

"Guys! Stop it. I do not like Andy," I said, trying to convince myself more than them. I couldn't like him! But I did... but I would never admit that. To anyone.

*Andy's POV*

I woke up and opened my eyes. Immediately, the sun burned bright into them and I covered them again, my head pounding. I must have been really drunk last night; this hangover was awful. I looked around, and realized that I was in Scarlette's tour bus. Looking at the bunk across the one I was lying in, I saw Scarlette. She was asleep, and she looked so peaceful. And so beautiful. I decided to wait a while and just watch her sleep before I woke her up. Not in a creepy way though, I just didn't want to bother her yet. After about 15 minutes, I walked over to her and tapped her shoulder lightly. Her eyes shot open.

"Oh, hey Andy," she said, waking up.

"Hey.. uh, could you tell me what happened last night? I can't remember- ouch, my head," I said suddenly, pain shooting through it.

"Oh right, sorry, I'll get you an aspirin," she said, getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. "You were completely gone last night. Drunk as hell. Wasted. I don't even know how much you drank," she said, handing me a bottle of water and the aspirin. I took it gratefully and drank the whole bottle of water in one gulp, loving the cold water soothing my dry throat.

"So what happened then?" I asked, my voice raspy.

"Well, I was sleeping and then I heard you moving around the bus - so I whacked you on the head with an umbrella, and-"

"Wait, you did what?" I exclaimed, suddenly knowing why my head hurt more than usual. She smiled cutely.

"Yeah uh, well in my defence, it was 3am and there was someone sneaking around on the bus. What would you have done?" she asked me, and I shrugged. "Exactly."

"So then what happened?" I asked.

"I don't know, I just made you lie down in that bunk and you went to sleep, and now you've woken up with a huge hangover, which isn't helped by the fact that I hit you hard in the head, so sorry," she said, looking at me. I just rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. Hey- did I say anything... weird last night?" I asked, suddenly nervous. I knew that I usually admitted secrets that I was keeping when I was drunk, and if she was with me, I could have said some weird things to her. Or what if I let slip that I liked her? Oh crap.

She thought for a moment, "no, why?" she asked, sounding curious.

"Well, let's just say that I say things that I wouldn't normally admit when I'm intoxicated. Like, things I'm thinking deep down. I guess you could say that everything I say is my true feelings being revealed." I said, deciding that it wouldn't hurt to tell her. She smiled lightly and I wished that I knew what she was thinking about. She seemed to daydream for a while before I called her name.

"Uh... Scarlette? You alright? You kind of zoned out there," I said, smiling at how cute she was.

"Wha- oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking," she said.

"Well, I'm gonna go back to the bus. The guys are probably wondering where I got to, I'll see you soon, okay?" I said, opening the bus door. "Oh, and thank you. For helping me," I said, holding up the water bottle.

"No problem Andy, that's what friends are for, right?" she said, as my heart dropped. Great, I knew this would happen. I was friendzoned. Wonderful. I tried to hide my disappointment though... at least she didn't seem to hate me as much anymore.

"Yeah," I said, leaving the bus. Jinxx opened the door, and yelled to the back of the bus.

"GUYS! ANDY'S BACK!"

"AWESOME," "GREAT," "THANK GOD WE DON'T HAVE TO LOOK FOR HIM," I heard the guys reply and I laughed.

"Where were you anyway?" Jinxx asked.

"With Scarlette. Apparently I walked onto her bus last night so she let me sleep there."

"Oh," said Jinxx, as Ashley came walking over.

"What's this I hear? You were with Scar last night? Did you get some?" he asked, winking. Ah, there was the perverted Ashley coming back to us.

"Shut up Ash," I said, still slightly disappointed about the "friend" thing.

"I'll take that as a no," he whispered to Jinxx and chuckled. Jinxx smiled at me sympathetically. All the guys knew that I liked Scarlette... actually I think everyone knew except for her.

*Two weeks later*

Two weeks had passed and we were now in New York. It was weird, Scarlette had been avoiding me ever since I woke up in her tourbus. I wondered why, what had I done? Maybe I had said something when I was drunk and she thought I was weird. So she was ignoring me, I thought, feeling depressed.

"Hey man, what's up?" asked Ashley, sitting next to me on our bus. I had been much quieter lately - I was busy thinking about Scarlette.

"Nothing," I said, absentmindedly.

"You and I both know that it's not nothing," he said, looking at me pointedly. What could I do? Ash knew me too well.

"It's Scarlette," I said, finally.

"Obviously," he scoffed, "but what about her?"

"She's been ignoring me for like two weeks. I don't know what I did," I said, putting my face in my hands.

"Woah man, you're whipped," he said, and I glared at him. "Sorry, but it's true. But on a serious note, I can tell that you really like her. I'm gonna help you dude, you two would be good together," he said. This was why I loved Ash. Not many people knew the caring, nice side of him. They only saw the player-perverted guy because that was his "character" in the band.

It was 7pm, time for Black Veil Brides to go onstage. The Outcasts were just finishing their set. As they walked past us, they all told us good luck. I tried to make eye contact with Scarlette but she wouldn't look at me. I sighed, and Ashley patted my back, looking at me sympathetically. I just shrugged.

We played a great show, including Knives and Pens, Rebel Love Song, Fallen Angels, Sweet Blasphemy, and then a couple songs from our new album, like Devil's Choir and In The End. Then I had an idea. I motioned to all the guys to start playing Die For You. They understood, and the crowd was happy with the unexpected extra song. I saw Scarlette watching from the side, and I looked at her all throughout the song, trying to get her to see what I meant. I would die for her, and she has my heart already. She just didn't seem to know that. I looked out to the crowd as we finished the song.

"THANK YOU NEW YORK! THANK YOU BVB ARMY! WE LOVE YOU GUYS!" I shouted into the mic as we walked off stage. Blake, Dustin, and Alexa came to congratulate us, but Scarlette was nowhere to be seen. Alexa saw me looking for her and pulled me aside.

"Andy... Scarlette's gone. She went back to the bus," she said, looking at me.

"What? Why? Is she okay?" I asked frantically.

"Yeah she's fine, but Andy... I know why you sang that song. And I think that's so sweet. But the thing is-"

"She doesn't like me, I know," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"No, it isn't that. Listen to me. A few years ago, she dated a guy. He was lead singer of a band, like you. And he broke her heart. So she doesn't trust band guys," she said. "And she decided to give it another try with Jack, but look what happened then. He cheated on her as well. She doesn't trust anyone anymore," she finished. I felt sad for Scarlette right then, and then anger bubbled up inside me. Why would someone hurt Scarlette? He was so lucky to have her... and so was Jack... so that's why she won't look at me. She's done with dating guys for now. But I needed to get her to trust me.

"Alexa, will you help me? I really do like Scarlette. And I would never hurt her... it's more than just a little crush," I whispered. She smiled.

"I know you wouldn't hurt her Andy, and I can tell that you care for her. So yes, I'll help you. I'll talk to her. But in the end, you'll have to be the one to tell her that Andy. I have a feeling that she'll trust you," as she walked off towards the bus. I sighed, thinking about things. I needed to get Scarlette to like me, because I needed her. She was the perfect girl for me, I thought.

Notes

sorry this was so late guys! I had exams all week in school, then I tried to update yesterday but my browser crashed and I lost everything that I had already written :(

but here's this chapter! mostly in Andy's POV, I hope that you liked it!