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Love And Other Drugs

Paging Andrew Biersack...

Hey, this is Andy Biersack. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave me a message I will call you back.

"Really Andy?" Luxe sighed as she looked down at the phone in her hands. She had been trying to get a hold of Andy for the past four hours and he just wasn't picking up.

Hey, this is Andy Biersack. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave me a message I will call you back.

"Come on babe...pick up the phone." Luxe said again to the empty back lounge as she pressed her fingers against the redial button and closed her eyes. At least she could hear his voice and that was keeping her somewhat calm.

Hey, this is Andy Biersack. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave me a message I will call you back.

"This is bullshit..." Luxe growled, the tears stinging her eyes. She really needed to talk to Andy right now and of course he was completely unreachable.


The guys had made it over to Australia-Andy had called her when he had gotten to his hotel-and while Luxe knew they were busy getting ready for tomorrow's show, Andy had made her a promise. He had told her she could call him any time, day or night, and he would answer and at least say hi. If he was in an interview then he would have to call back, but otherwise he was all hers. Now that didn't seem to be true and as Luxe hit redial for the hundredth time, she felt her anger begin to bubble.


Hey, this is Andy Biersack. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave me a message I will call you back.

"Hey, this is Luxe-your girlfriend. I don't know why you're ignoring me or what it is that you're doing, but you promised me that you would at least pick up. I-I really need you right now Andy and you've just completely left me hanging. Typical. I don't want to fight with you, but this is really hard on me right now and I just...I just need you. Call me...I love you." With that Luxe hung up, leaving him the only message she could think to say. Quickly she picked up her phone-she would call him one more time, just in case.

It rang and then her heart sank.

"The caller you are trying to reach either a full mail box or they have disconnected their phone. Please try again later-Goodbye." It was an automated voice and it was that voice that completely broke Luxe.


A sob escaped her lips and as her phone flew across the small room in the back of the bus, Luxe got up and locked the lounge door. The other girls were all upfront, drinking and playing some stupid video game and Luxe had just needed to get away. She was trying really hard to stay sober, to keep from giving in to the demons that the other girls continued to play with, but those demons were slowly creeping in through the cracks in her walls.

Andy had been off the tour for over a month and at first it had been okay-they had called, texted and skyped every chance they got. But as the time got closer for the guys to start their own small tour in Australia, Andy became less available. They still talked and he profusely apologized every single time, but it still stung. Luxe needed him-almost as if he was a drug and she was addicted to him-and he just wasn't there for her.

Luxe had taken to playing their duet, Broken, over and over again just so that she could hear his voice for a few minutes every day. It was driving the other girls, especially Mads, crazy and they were threatening to destroy her iPod just to get some peace. It was funny to Luxe that she was clinging to this song so much because when they had first recorded it, she had hated the single. Anything at that time involving Andy she had completely hated and now it was the complete opposite.

Tears trickled down her cheeks and Luxe just remained in her spot, on her back on the lounge floor, and let those tears fall. What was she supposed to do? She was scared to leave this back room because she was feeling weak and the girls had brought the party on to the bus. Tomorrow was the last day of tour and with that was a huge blow out party that Jack and Alex of ATL had been planning for weeks.

If only she could talk to Andy, Luxe knew that she could make it through the party sober and then head home. Once she got home Luxe knew that she could separate herself from the other girls-leave them to their self destructive partying while she focused on the coming album. Luxe knew that Andy was going through the same thing with CC and Ashley-those two guys loved to party it up and it was driving Andy crazy because he just wanted everyone to focus on the tour and the new album.

Luxe slowly sat up, her eyes stinging and she knew her makeup was probably half way down her cheeks at this point, but she didn't care. Looking around, Luxe spotted Char's acoustic in the corner and a thought popped in to the singer's head. She wasn't the best at the guitar-nowhere near good enough to play in front of people. But she knew the basics and so with a quick movements, Luxe reached out and grabbed for the instrument.

Fingers plucked at the strings as her back was up against the leather couch and Luxe finally felt at peace. First she just say there and strummed softly, letting the scratchy noise fill the room and her senses. As she continued to sit there, Luxe opened her eyes slowly and realized that while she strummed, words were flowing through her brain. Setting the guitar down, the singer rooted around in a nearby cabinet until finally she managed to pull out enough fast food napkins and a pen out. It wasn't glamorous, but it would work.

Sitting there, with her wrinkled t-shirt ridding up her sides, her skinny jeans digging in to her hips and her hair sticking to her face, Luxe scribbled her words across the page quickly. It was strange how they seemed to flow from her finger tips and as she stopped and looked down at what she had, fresh tears fell from her eyes.


Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry
Call I'm desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember
Butterfly, early summer
It's playing on repeat, just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet


The song was, of course, Broken and Luxe blushed as she thought about the first few times she and Andy had met on the stage to sing that song. They had both been hesitant, stiff and pissed off. Alex had wanted them to play up the romance of the song and at first the two singers were not feeling it. Their kisses in the beginning had been ones that you would give someone out of pity-passionless and forced. By the middle of the tour, however, their kisses had a fire behind them and even now as she sat in the lounge alone, Luxe touched a finger to her bottom lip and smiled.

Andy's lips on her own felt completely normal and like it was the right thing for them. She never would of thought his lips could make her knees weak, but Luxe knew that Andy made her do a lot of things she never thought she was capable of.


I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight


Luxe sighed, her head coming back to rest on the couch behind her as she stared up at the ceiling. Loving Andy had been one of the best and one of the worst things to ever happen to her. His love for had made her soar, higher than ever, but now the absence of that same love was making her come crashing down and she didn't know what was going to happen when she came back to Earth. Luxe was born to love someone like Andy and she didn't know if she would ever love the same way ever again.


Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh
Cause every breath that you will take
When you are sitting next to me
Will bring life into my deepest hopes,
What's your fantasy?


Luxe smiled as she thought back to the times, after making love, that she and Andy would lay in bed, cuddled together as they talked about their hopes, dreams and desires for their lives. Andy wanted Black Veil to be the best that it could be-he still wanted world domination. Luxe would laugh, agree with him, but secretly she wanted a simpler life. A house, kids, a husband who would be there for her. It made her sad to think that while they loved one another, their paths seemed to be going in different directions.


And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home


Tour life was hard-it was long, tiring, and worst of all it was really lonely. Luxe usually was the odd girl out, mostly because the other girls were more interested in partying than anything else. Luxe stopped writing as she thought back to her time at home with Andy-getting up together, making breakfast or going out for coffee. Some days they would just lay around her house or his condo, never leaving the couch or the bed, but then other days they would go on adventures together, finding a new place to eat or a new shop to buy things that they didn't need.
It was a peaceful life and Luxe missed it more than anything.


I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to
And I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight


Finishing up the song, Luxe knew that this would be a song for the coming record, but she didn't know if she should tell the girls about it right away or wait until they started working on demos in the studio. She had filled ten napkins, front and back, with her writing and Luxe knew that it had helped, but only for a short period of time. There was still the issue of tomorrow-the show and then the after party that promised to test her in more ways than one.

Slowly Luxe stood up, but it was only to sit on the couch. As she reached for her phone, her entire body tingled as she noticed that she had two new text messages. Quickly her fingers fumbled around and what popped up on the screen made Luxe's heart flutter and her mind relax.


Andy: Babe-I am so sorry that I didn't pick up my phone. It was in a bag that accidentally got sent to Jinxx's room and we've been at rehearsal all day. Please forgive me and never think that I'm not here for you. If you're still awake, please call me...I miss your voice more than anything right now.

Notes

Wow...no updates for two weeks and still no reviews...

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Comments

@Giacobra

I'm so glad you found this little gem. Sadly this was my last full story, but I do have a few other serial stories on this site which are different from this one, but just as well written. You can find all of them in my profile<3

Broken Wing Broken Wing
4/16/16

So I can honestly say I didn't discover this story until recently. When I first started reading it I knew it would be one of my favorites from this site. I saw the sad ending coming but dear god I was still not prepared in any way. You wrote everything so genuinely and in a way that showed an amazing range of real and raw emotions. I may or may not have been crying profusely through the last chapters. This was a beautiful, bittersweet, and amazing story and I look forward to anything else you may ever decide to write. Thank you

Giacobra Giacobra
4/15/16

I've been reading this story for so long and now it has come to an end. It ended so beautifully. Thank you for the hard work you put into this. This was a great story <3

This was probably the first stories I read here. Every chapter was amazing, and you just as an amazing writer. Thank you for making such an amazing story. It felt so real to be part of the life of Luxe and the Dolls!!

RisenDemon RisenDemon
3/31/16

I'm pretty sure I've done nothing but cry while reading these last few chapters. You do a wonderful job getting the reader emotionally involved in this story, and I'm really glad that I was able to read this wonderfully written piece. Thank you for all of the time and hard work that went into this story. It is definitely one of the best that I have read in a really long time.

LostInTheMusic LostInTheMusic
3/31/16