Arranged marriage to a Jerk (Andy Biersack love story.) (On Hold editing and whatnot)
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A week later
One thing was for sure; i want to go back to Paris. Its amazing, its magnificent. A smile came on my face every time i glanced at the Eiffel tower. It was a magical time for me and i never wanted to leave.
I came home. To i and Andy's home. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as i crashed down on the sofa. Its quiet without him here.
Not even bothered to unpack i pushed myself up walking my room, but for some reason i stopped at his. Slowly opening the door i peak in with a grin. "Right, he won't be pissed, he is at warped tour." I say to myself skipping in. I glanced around and walked to his bed side table. A photo of him. Typical. I twirl around to his drawer to caught another photo frame. "Huh," i slowly picked it up caressing the blue marble frame with my thumb examining the photo that was in.
It was of him and me at the Christmas party a few years back. I looked so in love there, well not too him but to Rick. Andy looked so different back than; his hair was still long and there was no flaming pissed of bird on his neck. I really hate that tattoo for some unknown reason. Placing it back down i twirled around breathing in the air, it still smells like Andy and body wash. i bit down on my lips shaking my head to and fro. "I am going nuts."
"Yeah you are," i turned around shocked but my face expression quickly changes when i saw my best friend leaning on the door frame. "What ya doing in Satan's den Ally?" She crossed her arms giving me a soft pout.
"I uh," i burst from giggles and shrugged. "Curois."
"Oh yeah," She rolled her eyes walking in and jumping on Andy's bed. "mm, soft. How many girls do you think he screwed on here?" she asked caressing the black sheet. "Twenty?"
"Oh and you would so like to know," i laugh crashing next to her. "I don't know how many but he said to me he is not a play boy, on one side i believe him but-" I stopped dead in my sentence replacing it with a weary sigh.
Maggie narrowed her eyes as she flips her golden blonde hair back. "Shall we go?"
"Are you kidding me?" i asked shocked. "i thought you were joking."
"Hey i don't joke about going to warped tour." She stated jumping off the bed.
"You don't even know what warped tour is Maggie."
"Its a thing where bands sing, sue me!" she bellowed. "You keep your promise to your fucked up husband,"
"Oh yeah and you are just there for moral support." i spat out sarcastically. "Why are you coming with me anyway?"
"Oh," she scoffed. "Jim is the one who is stalking me now so i kinda need to get out of town." she uttered quickly. "My bags are in the trunk."
i sighed and pushed myself up. "Fine."
"Lets go to warped tour!!"
One thing was for sure; i want to go back to Paris. Its amazing, its magnificent. A smile came on my face every time i glanced at the Eiffel tower. It was a magical time for me and i never wanted to leave.
I came home. To i and Andy's home. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as i crashed down on the sofa. Its quiet without him here.
Not even bothered to unpack i pushed myself up walking my room, but for some reason i stopped at his. Slowly opening the door i peak in with a grin. "Right, he won't be pissed, he is at warped tour." I say to myself skipping in. I glanced around and walked to his bed side table. A photo of him. Typical. I twirl around to his drawer to caught another photo frame. "Huh," i slowly picked it up caressing the blue marble frame with my thumb examining the photo that was in.
It was of him and me at the Christmas party a few years back. I looked so in love there, well not too him but to Rick. Andy looked so different back than; his hair was still long and there was no flaming pissed of bird on his neck. I really hate that tattoo for some unknown reason. Placing it back down i twirled around breathing in the air, it still smells like Andy and body wash. i bit down on my lips shaking my head to and fro. "I am going nuts."
"Yeah you are," i turned around shocked but my face expression quickly changes when i saw my best friend leaning on the door frame. "What ya doing in Satan's den Ally?" She crossed her arms giving me a soft pout.
"I uh," i burst from giggles and shrugged. "Curois."
"Oh yeah," She rolled her eyes walking in and jumping on Andy's bed. "mm, soft. How many girls do you think he screwed on here?" she asked caressing the black sheet. "Twenty?"
"Oh and you would so like to know," i laugh crashing next to her. "I don't know how many but he said to me he is not a play boy, on one side i believe him but-" I stopped dead in my sentence replacing it with a weary sigh.
Maggie narrowed her eyes as she flips her golden blonde hair back. "Shall we go?"
"Are you kidding me?" i asked shocked. "i thought you were joking."
"Hey i don't joke about going to warped tour." She stated jumping off the bed.
"You don't even know what warped tour is Maggie."
"Its a thing where bands sing, sue me!" she bellowed. "You keep your promise to your fucked up husband,"
"Oh yeah and you are just there for moral support." i spat out sarcastically. "Why are you coming with me anyway?"
"Oh," she scoffed. "Jim is the one who is stalking me now so i kinda need to get out of town." she uttered quickly. "My bags are in the trunk."
i sighed and pushed myself up. "Fine."
"Lets go to warped tour!!"
Well im obsessed
3/27/16