My Best Friend

Victorias pov I walk away from the house, bags packed, car ready. I go to a nice, cheap motel. I needed to get a job, to live my life. I would forget about the friendship I once had, with Andy, with the band. I had to, or it would end me. I go to a local diner, it was Andy's favorite, which may have been a mistake on my part. I just wanted to be close to him. I look up slowly, combat boots, leather pants, and a pale face.

Jake. I push away. "How could you do that to Andy!" He commands. "I AM HELPING HIM!" I yell, shock registering on his face, and people stare at us. I rush out of the diner, and walk down the street. I was helping them all. I walk to the motel, taking the long way, making sure I lost him. I sit on the bed, when there's a knock on the door. I open it and see something I wasn't expecting. Well, someone anyways.

Leather combat boots, black skinny jeans, kiss shirt, bandages bulging from beneath it, pale skin, blue eyes.

"A-Andy?" I whisper.

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