Longing (Andley & Cinxx)

I sat in the bathroom, sobbing to myself until morning. Emotions. Bleh. Cuts were littering my thighs, and I had indeed slipped out to grab boxers at some point. My hand shook with the razor as someone knocked.

"Ash?"

Shit. CC.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm alright, CC. Morning sickness, is all..."

"Can I come in?"

"Uhh... n-no."

"Ashley, I'm coming in." I locked the door, right? Shit. Nope. CC frowned as he saw me, and he grabbed a towel, wetting it. "I'm such a hassle, Christian.... I would be better off dead." I sighed, seeing his disapproving look. "No, Ashley. Our fans would miss you way too much." "I'm a fucking freak of nature, a faggot." I whispered.

"Men aren't suppose to give birth, CC!" I angrily growled, angry at myself. "No wonder Andy hates me." Or maybe he was just using you for sex... I shook off the thought. "Ashley.." CC started, and I shook my head. "Maybe I should get a abortion. I don't care if it messes me up." CC frowned. "No, don't, Ashes..."

"CC, I don't want to be on tour." I blurted. His brown eyes widened. "Andy... I just can't. I can try, I really can, but he's driving me insane." I sighed, following him out of our small bathroom. CC eyed Andy, who winked at me as I passed. My face heated up.

"Did Andy do something?" CC asked, gently rubbing my shoulder as he got me a apple. "Uh... no."I lied. CC looked at me like he didn't believe me, but said nothing.

If you say so, Ash."

I bit into the apple, sighing as I chewed it up.

"We have a concert, don't we?" CC nodded, smiling sympathetically. "It'll be okay."

I sighed.

*skip to concert*

As we were playing, I saw someone pushing there way to th front. Suspicious, I stepped back, keeping a eye on him.

About half way through, he threw something at me. I quickly covered my stomach, turning around so it hit my back. The force made me stumble a bit. Andy got a angry look. "Who the Fuck did that?" The screams went away. I looked at them, before shaking my head. "Nope, I can't." I took my bass off, giving it too Andy, before walking off stage.

I sat on the loveseat, covering my face.

"Hey, Ashley, are you alright?" Looking up, I saw Vic Fuentes. I bit my lip, blushing slightly. "Y-yeah." He sat next to me, his arm brushing mine. I scooted over. "You should leave, you don't don't want to catch my disease..."

"What disease?" He chuckled.

"Being a pregnant freak of nature, according to Andy..."

"Meh, whatever." He shrugged, eyes looking at my baby bump. I self consciously covered it. "I know I'm getting fat: no need to stare..."

"You're not fat, Ashley."

"Whatever." I muttered.

Vic held my wrist. "It's true, Ashley. You have another human growing inside you."

"Is it bad I want to die while giving birth?" I randomly asked, catching his shocked eyes. "Sorta, don't you want to help your baby grow up." He murmured. "I don't have another caretaker, Vic." I explained. Vic simply smiled. "You have all the guys, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess.."

He patted me on the back, smiling as he stood. "Wel, I have to be in stage soon." I waved bye to him, looking at CC playing the drum.

"I guess I do have there help..."

Notes

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