We ended up shopping at some weird store Ashley really liked. The place had everything, leather jackets, leather pants, boots, t-shirts, you name it. We searched around for things Acid liked, and after several rejections, we finally got a basket full of clothing.

After we had bought Acid a new wardrobe, and some more stuff for myself, we went to the Harley Davidson conveniently located next to the clothing store. Maybe they were conjoined somewhere in the back and that’s why the store had so much leather stuff.

“Hey Mark!” Ashley said as he entered the shop. A big man with even larger muscles came from around the counter to man-hug Ash.

“Hey man, what can I get you? Another bike?”

“You know how you owe me that favor? My girl here needs a new ride.” Acid’s face lit up and she almost started crying.

“You’re getting me a motorcycle?!”

“Anything for you, lovely.” He winked at her and she hugged him until he was purple.

Mark started showing off all the newest bikes and Andy and I started to look around, while Jake, Jinxx, Manda and CC decided to go home and pay their pets a long needed visit.

“Andy, you look bored,” I said. He was sitting on the provided couch reading a magazine. With his long legs crossed, and an unimpressed expression on his face, he was the epitome of BORED.

“Motorcycles aren’t really my thing. I like Mustangs and sports cars.” He didn’t even glance up from the magazine.

I grabbed the paper from him and he didn’t look amused. “Why don’t we get out of here?”

His face instantly brightened up, and he suggested we go to his apartment. I agreed.

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Andy opened the door with some effort and he mumbled “Damn door, always getting stuck.” The apartment was pretty clean, considering he was almost never here. There was a nice little white kitchen, a small living room, two bedrooms, and a bathroom with a shower.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” he said after I was done looking around. My stomach grumbled and I realized how hungry I was after a long day of unpacking with the crew.

“Do you have any food?” And as soon as I asked, I realized what a dumbass question that was. “Never mind, probably.”

“We could go grocery shopping, if you want,” Andy suggested, and I nodded my head, rubbing my stomach for emphasis. He lazily fell down on the couch and said “Laterrrrr.”

I laughed and pushed his legs off the couch, making myself a spot. I noticed the remote and some magazines neatly stacked on the little coffee table, and I reached for the remote, wanting to watch TV.

“Put Batman on,” Andy said, his voice muffled by his dark hair and the couch cushion. I searched for Batman on cable, but couldn’t find anything. “Batman isn’t on.”

“Check the recordings list.” He rolled over onto his stomach and put his legs on top of my lap.

“Comfy?”

“Yiiisssssss.”

I searched in the recordings and there they were, of course, all of the Batman movies. I asked which one and he said, “The Dark Knight.”

About 30 minutes into the movie, I heard Ashley and Acid talking outside. I looked out the window and found that Acid had a brand new motorcycle. With bags in their hands, they walked up to Ash’s apartment level, then disappeared under a set of stairs.

I decided to go on Twitter for the first time since Andy and I had our picnic and the baseball game. I looked at everything I was tagged in and it was almost all just a bunch of death threats and hate mail.

Examples:

“@BVBGir38, I hope you rot in hell for stealing my man @AndyBVB.”

“She’s ugly anyways, why does @AndyBVB even like @BVBGirl38?”

“@AndyBVB could do so much better than @BVBGirl38.”

I looked more into the hate tags and all I could see was more and more hate towards me and Acid. All sorts of threats and un-lady-like words were used to describe me and Acid. I couldn’t help but notice Andy stir on the couch when I winced at another tweet.

He sat up and looked at my disgusted face.

“Is everything okay?”

“You guys are getting a lot of hate because of us,” I whispered, barely audible.

“Hey, no.” He took my phone and chucked it onto the floor. “Don’t look at that stuff, it messes with your head. You start to believe it. You start to believe that you actually deserve to die and you actually start to listen to these stupid fuckers. They only want what’s best for them, not you. Do not listen to them.”

Obviously his little speech didn’t help, and I began to think about leaving. So many things were happening at once; the new job, the self-harm, the ending of the tour, a relationship, Andy’s breakdowns, the hate. It was hard for me to digest everything at once, and honestly, I didn’t want to.

As Andy drifted off to sleep, I began to think I wasn’t doing anything to help the band. Acid and I were just tearing them down. We boosted their sales some during the tour. But now that the tour was over, what was going to happen?

Suddenly, Andy shot up like a rocket.

“What?! What’s wrong!?” I stood up trying to get him to stop running around.

“I’M SO HUNGRY I’M GONNA STARVE!!”

“Then let’s go to the grocery store dumbass!” I laughed and he scooped me up, the cliché bridal style, and kissed me. And never in my life has something felt so right.

Notes

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