Just For a Moment: Truths (Andy Biersack love story)

"Hi guys." I smile wryly at them as I enter the bus, my eyes on the papers in my hand and not Andy or any one of the black veil brides guys.

"Hey Clara, you enjoying the warped so far?" I slowly look up to see Ashley who asked the question.

"Its Fine, you are on at 5, been back track because of the new kids called," I look down again and than back up. "Fighting the villain, you guys have a huger fan base than them so you are last with ATL and SWS."

"That's fine with us." Jon their manager says giving me a thumbs up and walked out the bus.

"So, just relax and have-"

"Oh hi Clara." I turn my head to see juliet, she walk pass me straight to where andy stood. My face fell instantly.

"Hi." I brush my fringe back and smiled. "Don't be late please, I don't want to push you on the stage."

"You would like that." Ashley groans making me blush crimson.

"I... Uh don't know what to say to that," I admit biting the inside of my cheek. "Anyway, Andy you will be going on last, is that okay? And to be sure nothing goes wrong again we are putting extra guards at the gates, I will be in the back monitoring. If something happens, and I mean anything out of the ordinary I will drag you off stage myself." I breathe hard.

"That sound so sexy Andy." Cc teased. Juliet's face turned red as he say it, its a joke?

"Andy?" He finally snapped out of his zone and nodded.

"Sure, whatever." He spats, grabbing Juliet dragging her to the bunks.

"What's got up his ass?" I ask, shocking CC, Jake, Jinxx and Ashley.

"Wow."

Realizing what I said I shook my head. "Sorry. I did not... I have to go. I will be at stage three where u are performing." I sigh heavily jogging out the bus.

"Clara!" I twirl around seeing Alex Gaskarth walking towards me. Don't freak out Clara.

"Hey, can I help you with anything?"

He shrugs and points to the papers. "I forgot what stage we are performing."

I giggle and scan the papers. "6." I say biting on my lip.

"Oh, uh. I am so stupid."

"No you are not." I whisper pushing my sneaker in the grass.

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." I burst from laughter hugging my body tight.

"Uh, I have to go." I say pointing at Escape the fate.

"Oh. See you later than, your awesome."

"So are you," My eyes wide as he kisses my cheek and walked away. What the hell is going on here!!!!!

•5 hours later•

When the shows was over, all I could think about was getting to a phone and calling Lucy. While I waited for the crowed to thin, I leaned heavy on the back of the railing.

"You okay?" Max asked.

"I am fine." I lied, honestly I did not know what I was feeling.

Just a an hour and your home, we need to get together with the bands." Max says patting my back walking to the 'manager' of Warped tour, the dude who set this up in LA.

I took a huge breathe and went to the bathroom. I grabbed some pills and popped in my mouth. 'You look like crap." Not again.

"I know."

'You still need to speak to Austin.'

"I am not in the mood." I snap splashing the lukewarm water in my face washing the sweat and eyeliner of. I walked back
to the busses searching for trailer I kept my stuff in.

A burst of flame in the darkness to my right startle me., I jolted and stopped in my tracks seeing Andy Biersack lift up a match burning the white clove.

He glanced up and caught me staring. My heart kicked into 4th gear. 'Run idiot!'
I took off struggling to maintain a half jog half walk.

"Clara! Hold up!" Andy shouted.

Jackson the roadie was pushing a flat hand truck past me and I darted around him. "Easy Clara!" He yells as I startle him.

"Sorry." I whisper keeping my pace. I ducked between two busses noticing its All Time Low's and Sleeping with siren's tour bus.

I sigh in relieve taking a breathe. 'Coward'

I had nothing to say to him. I watch Andy rush by. I decided to wait a few seconds and turn on my heel.

"Running its not your thing." I squirm at the sound of his tone. Turning slowly around I see Andy approaching me . While I have been look to the right he came up on the left. Shit.

Notes

-Sharon