*Crystal’s POV*
What’s scary is that Andy is saying, “I’m gonna kill your ass.” He isn’t saying “I’m gonna kick your ass.” And I’m truly scared as he nears me and Ashley, mostly for Ashley because Andy’s death glare seems to be directed at him more than me.
“What do you mean?” Ashley inquires, clearly oblivious to what Andy is accusing him of.
“You know exactly what I mean.” Andy says through gritted teeth.
Andy takes another step forward, and it looks as if he’s ready to punch Ashley as the tension grows between them. At that moment we feel the bus stop, and Jinxx opens the curtain to his bunk, obviously woken by the commotion. Jinxx looks out at Andy and takes in the situation, climbing out of the bunk and positioning himself between Andy and Ash.
“Whoa, you two. I don’t know what’s going on, but have enough courtesy to tame yourselves in the presence of this beautiful young lady.” Jinxx says, looking at me. He puts one of his hands on Ashley’s chest and one on Andy’s, keeping them from going at each other’s throats. Andy hits Jinxx’s hand off of his chest and backs up, fury resonating from him. He walks into the front of the bus, grabs his phone and walks directly off of the bus.
Jinxx drops his hand from Ashley’s chest and Ashley starts to walk forward to follow Andy, but I wrap my arms around his waist before he gets too far away from me. Jinxx walks into the kitchen to find something to eat, but Ashley stays here, not resisting my hold.
“Please don’t go.” I make out, my voice cracking.
He pushes my arms off of his waist and turns toward me, letting me have his undivided attention.
“Angel…” Ash trails off sweetly, wiping a tear from my cheek, making me realize that I’m crying. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead. Then, unexpectedly, he lets me go and grabs my hand, leading me to the back of the bus and closing the curtain behind us.

*Ashley’s POV*
Andy’s threats have me full of fury, despite me realizing that I don’t actually remember what happened last night. When Jinxx drops his hand from my chest I find myself following Andy to finish the fight.
I feel Crystal’s arms wrap around my torso, and I stop walking. I allow her to hold me in place for a while, and watch as Jinxx leaves to go into the kitchen.
“Please don’t go.” Crystal chokes out.
I push her arms off of my waist, turning towards her to see tears streaming down her cheeks. All of my rage drops immediately, and I’m consumed with a feeling of pure agony as I see the fear in her eyes.
“Angel…” I say, wiping a tear from her cheek.
I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead. I then grab her hand and lead her into the back room, closing the curtain behind us. I sit down on the couch and grab her waist, pulling her down onto my lap so she’s sitting in between my legs. I took advantage of the large couch to position myself to her left slightly, so we could see each other.
Sitting down she’s still considerably smaller than me, so my stature makes her have to look up to look me in the eyes. She gazes at me and I can see the confusion in her eyes as to why I’ve brought her here. I tilt her chin up with my thumb and forefinger, and lean down to give her a light kiss on the lips. When I open my eyes I see a blush covering her cheeks, and she looks down at her lap to hide it from me.
“I… Um, Ashley?” She asks, hesitant.
“Yeah, Baby Doll?” I ask, conveying I want her to continue.
“What was Andy talking about? And why was he fighting on the phone?” She inquires timidly.
“It sounded like his girl broke up with him, and he was taking it out on me. Which I can understand to an extent, I mean he’s really close to her, so he’s probably crushed that she called it off, but to go as far as blaming it on me was pretty absurd. And I’m sorry I let my temper spike back there like that, I didn't mean to scare you.” I answer her to the best of my ability.
“Then why…” She trails off shyly.

*Crystal’s POV*
“I didn't mean to scare you.” Ashley apologizes.
I take this as an opportunity to ask why he hit me, but can’t get the words to form half way through my sentence.
“What was that, Angel?” He asks, prying.
“I… Was just wondering… Why… Did you hit me yesterday?” As soon as I ask him I immediately feel bad, because I can see the hurt in his eyes.
“Doll…” He finds his words mid-sentence, encompassing me in his arms, “I would never, never hit you.”
A moment of promise is interrupted by a cough from me, and I begin to feel guilty for asking him what happened. I sniffle and turn to look at Ashley, whose gaze is fixed on me. I consider what he’s thinking about but leave it, instead I close my eyes and find his lips with mine.
I break the kiss so I can sneeze, and turn back at Ashley with a hot blush on my face.
“I think I might be sick.” I say, disappointed.

*Andy’s POV*
In a way I’m smoking outside the tour bus door simply because if Ashley comes out of that door, I’m going to whoop his ass. I breath in a lungful of nicotine and stomp out my cigarette, exhaling. Instead of heading back onto the bus, where I’m certain I’ll find Ash and Crystal are making out, I decide to take a walk, as to let myself cool down before I do something stupid.
I look around to find something to take my mind off of Juliet and Ashley, and end up talking to a group of band sluts and extremely dedicated fan girls right outside the gates that enclose the tour buses. They are all very attractive, but I find one specific girl to be seductive in the way she acts; something about her turns me on as the conversation continues.
I say my goodbyes to the rest of the group after she agrees to come with me. I put my hand on the small of her back, leading her into the back entrance of the venue, and I ask some muscular security guard where the Black Veil Brides’ dressing room is. He leads us to a large room and shortly after he leaves the dressing room, I see a deep red blush find its way across the girl’s face. Something seems familiar about this girl.
I push her up against a wall and kiss her passionately, rushing into things because of the impatience of my wandering mind, but she doesn't seem to mind as I begin to squeeze her ass. She reminds me of someone else. Our lips separate and she barely allows me to catch my breath before she’s on her tippy toes kissing me again. Why am I thinking of Crystal? I pin her arms against the wall above her head with one hand and hear her moan as I start to massage her breast. Why is it that I’m not aroused by this girl unless I associate her to Crystal?
I pull my lips away from hers and drop her arms from my hold, backing up. She looks at me with confusion, and takes a few steps towards me.
“Get out.” I say, having no patience for her.
“What?” I hear her whimper, not understanding if she heard me correctly.
“I said get out.” I repeat, turning away from her.
I hear her stumbling footsteps with a mix of crying and then the door open and shut, telling me I’m alone. I’m such an asshole. I know she can get in serious trouble for being back stage alone. But the only thought that seems to be pressing my mind is I’m in love with Crystal.

*Crystal’s POV*
When I told Ashley I might be sick he took it to extreme measures; nobody has ever gone to this extent when I was sick. I don’t know where he is right now, but he brought like three blankets back here, a box of tissues, and he told me he’d come back with soup; but I’m pretty sure you can’t find soup on a Black Veil Brides tour bus, so he probably went somewhere to get it. Shit! That means he went off the bus. I stupidly only now stumble to that conclusion. What if they get into a fight? Fuck.
I push two of the three blankets off of me and pick up the third one as I try to get up off the couch. My drowsiness takes over and my sluggish movements end with all of my body weight slamming into a wall as I try to catch myself from falling over. I end up on the ground, half asleep, and as I’m focusing on keeping my eyes open, I see a shadow of a figure come into the room and look at me.
“What happened, are you okay?” I hear Jinxx ask, helping me to my feet.
“Where’s Ashley? Are they fighting? Are they okay?” I panic, disregarding his questions.
“They’re fine, sweetie, just stay here. Ash will be back soon. He has to eventually; we’re going on stage in a couple hours.
He helps me back onto the couch and I thank him as he leaves the room. I really need to control myself; I can’t do anything on my own anymore… I’m so useless. I let myself fall comatose; and a tear making its way down my cheek, I drift to sleep.

*Time Lapse*
I wake and roll over, not wanting to wake up yet. My legs tangle in some blankets that are mysteriously covering me again, and I realize that my pillow is a person as I feel their chest move up and down. I open my eyes and blush as Ashley averts his gaze from his phone to look at me.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, concern washing over him.
“Sick.” I say sniffling, trying to breathe correctly.
“Do you want some soup? It’s still warm.” He asks, turning his phone off and setting it down on the sofa arm beside him.
“Sure.” I agree, only because I don’t want to be rude.
I sit up and he gets up off the couch, picking up a bowl and handing it to me. I take it and warm my hands with it, not really hungry.
“Thanks.” I say, picking up the spoon and taking a sip of the broth.
“You’re welcome.” He says, sitting back down, allowing me to cuddle up to him.
“We’re due on stage in a half an hour.” I hear Jake yell from the front of the bus.
How long was I sleeping? Damn, it’s already time for them to go on stage.
“Oh shit, I need to go,” Ashley says, alarm filling his voice, “Here, take my phone, and call this number if you need anything; or call any one of the guys if something happens.” He explains, pointing to a number on the screen.
“Okay, thanks.” I say, smiling at him.
He hands me his phone and leaves the room, being sure to close the curtain behind him. I’m secretly really disappointed that I can’t see them live, especially after last night, but I decide to let it go, knowing Ashley is doing everything he can for me right now. I get up and set the bowl of soup down on the table Ashley got it from.
I sit back down and look at the screen of his phone as I ponder a few mysteries I have about Ashley. Why does he treat me like a princess? What really happened last night if he didn't hit me; why did I pass out? I realize that I’m absent mindedly scrolling to the top of the screen of his contacts, and stop. Something catches my eye and, though I know it’s wrong, I tap the conversation he has with Juliet. If he really isn't responsible for Juliet breaking up with Andy… Then he shouldn't have anything to hide, right? Guilt consumes me, but I scroll up a little bit so I can get the just of the conversation.
Juliet: “Have fun on tour! Make sure Andy isn't being too crazy, okay?”
Ashley: “Haha, no promises and hope you’re having fun on your tour too :)”
Juliet: “Thanks :-)”
Ashley: “Andy is sleeping with another girl.”
My breath is caught in my throat and I drop the phone out of shock. What did I just read?

Notes

Hai! sorry it took so long to update, high school's a bitch. Anyways, hope you like the chapter <3 Remember to rate, and subscribe for more! Tell me what you think in the comments, and I hope you have a lovely day. ^-^