Andy POV

Next day

After school, I went to my locker and waited for the stampede to pass by because I didn't want to get trampled.

Camille walks up to me shyly and hands me a disc labeled in black pernament marker:

Cammi's MindFuck

So she's a fan of Vargas?

"Wow."

"Umm... you should probably watch it alone..." With that said, she walked off.

I had two theories on what was on the disc:

Either a creepy video that would curse me like The Ring,

or a slide show of her nudes.

Hopefully it was the second one.


I walked home and went into the theater room, popping the movie in and gulping away my last ounce of sanity.

Sinking into my seat, I watched the twisted things she put in the movie, which was taking parts of old movies and making all of it so inapropriate, it was funny and frightening.

One of them was a black and white bike riding video, telling you to grease the chain and ride slowly until you come to a stop.

Camille changed it to say:

Grease and ride slowly until you come.

I laughed obnoxiously loud, wondering what her deal was.


Cammi's POV

I sat on my computer stalking Andy's Facebook pictures; we weren't friends because I denied his requests so many times but I refused to block him, for I needed my daily dosage of his face... it's not weird.

A message popped up in the corner of the screen from...

....Andy...

Andy Biersack: Camille?

Cammi Ross: What do you want?

My phone starts to ring, but I'm terrified to answer it.

Andy Biersack: Your phone is ringing
pick it up Little Miss Suicide

I carefully pick it up off of the base and raise it to my ear.

"So Cammi, do you make physcotic love movies for all the hot guys in school?" I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Who said it was a love movie?"

He chuckles deeply and I felt like melting right there.

"Miss Suicide?"

I roll my eyes anoyed. Why was everyone calling me that?
"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Bruh it's three in the morning!"

"I never sleep..." He trailed off.

I sighed. "Me neither."

"I asked you a question."

Contemplating whether I should talk to this asshole, I spoke up anyway. "I always cut at night."

"WHAT?!"

"I do movie edits, like the physcotic love video I gave you."

He sorta sighed in relief, making me feel confused in so many ways. Why would he care?

"So you like Vargas, huh?" He asked, changing the topic.

"Wait, you like Vargas?"

"He writes about life, nothing better than that." He stated.

"Hmm."

"What?"

"I always thought he wrote about death." I said in a small voice.

"You're a half-empty person."

"Shut up."

And he laughs again making shivers tingle down my spine.

"I... umm... have Vargas' MindFuck Surveillance series on tape if you wanna watch it... it's really good... with me..." I face palmed, slamming my elbows on the keyboard of the computer. I'm such a fucking idiot.

"That sounds..." He paused.

I bit my lip waiting for him to finish.

"...cool."

I wanted to get up on my bed and jump around like a middle school girl, but I just bit my finger and stomped my foot trying not to scream.

"Cool." I replied.

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