Andy and Emerson walked into his home. It was nice, not nearly as big as she expected or Kelly made it out to be, but very nice. Obviously it was better than her shit apartment.

"Anything to drink?" Andy asked, as she took of her faux leather jacket.

"No thank you." Emerson smiled. He took the jacket from her and laid it across the back of the couch.

He sat and gestured for her to sit next to him. "Emerson." He said. She raised her eyebrow and he chuckled. "Emerson what?"

"Emerson Carter."

"I know, middle name?"

"Vale."

"Emerson Vale Carter." He smiled, softly. "Beautiful."

"Why am I here, Andy?" She said as his hand twisted in her hair.

"I like you." He said.

"Do you like me? Or do you just want to fuck me?" She asked, signing sadly.

"If I wanted to fuck you, I would have by now." He chuckled.

"Cocky much?"

"Of course." He smirked. "I'm not saying you don't look extremely..fuck-able."

"Well good to know." She shook her head.

Andy looked down at his lap, tracing over the 'F' and 'P' tattooed on each of his thumbs. They reminded him of a time when he wasn't so rigid. A time when he could be who he was without wanting to be formal. "Look, I don't want to act..this way with you."

"What? Like a robot?" She chuckled.

Andy laughed, "Yeah. I want to be like..a kid again. Like how I used to be."

"How did you used to be?" Emerson asked. He stood up and grabbed her hand, before leading her to her his office. It was covered in posters of his own band, albums, and a lot of Batman.
Andy walked to his desk, and sat down, making room for Imogen in the big leather chair. He powered up his computer as she sat down and logged on to YouTube. He typed in 'Bryanstars interview, Black Veil Brides' and clicked on his second one with Matt Good.

Emerson looked shocked as she took in his studded clothing and long black hair with the blonde patch in it. She glanced at him and then back at the screen. "That's not you!" She exclaimed, making Andy laugh.

"It is."

"Nope."

"Yes." She glanced at the related videos.

"Who the hell is Andy Six!?" She exclaimed.

"The old me." He replied. She listened to the interview, something about dog's being dressed up as grapes.

"You seem so..different." She shook her head.

"I was." He said, sadly, watching his past self on the screen. "I wish I was still that guy."

"I'm sure your not that..I'm lying..your so different." She snickered, laughing at something young Andy said on the screen.

"I want to be like that again but life and the business has made me hard." He sighed.

"And you want me to help that?" Emerson raised her eyebrow.

"Your so carefree and beautiful. I like you. I haven't liked someone since I was Andy Six and that's saying something." He said and Emerson just sighed.

"Your going to play me." She said.

"I wouldn't do-"

"Your a rockstar. You tour. You will play me. It's inevitable." She stood up. "Look Andy, it's great you want to be you again but I just can't be the person who makes that happen. You have to be."

She started towards the door and Andy trailed after her. "Don't go Emerson, I didn't mean it that way." He grabbed her arm just as she got to the front door.

"Andy, this all too much for me. A rockstar? I mean what the fuck would I be getting myself in to?" She chuckled, putting her head in her hands. He closed his around hers and pried them away from her eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said, locking his orbs on her's.

"I just need time." She said.

"Take all you need but I'm not letting this go." He rubbed small circles into her cheek.

"I know you won't. I'll text you." She leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and turned to walk out of the door.

"Emerson?" Andy said. She whipped around. "How are you going to get home?" She looked around the nice neighborhood, probably at least thirty minutes from her house.

"I don't know.." She admitted.

"I'll drive you." He chuckled.

"Okay." She sighed, watching him grab his keys and them her jacket. He tossed it to her and then the two walked out to his Land Rover.

Once inside and on the road, Andy turned on his CD. "What is this?" Emerson asked.

"My band." He chuckled.

"You listen to your own band?" She raised her eyebrow.

"I'm proud of it." He shrugged.

"It sounds good. What's this song called?" She asked.

"Shadows Die." He replied.

"Cool." She said. His voice was low, and gravely. It sent shivers down her spine. "You have a great voice. Ever scream?" His face twisted into a frown.

"When I was younger." He sighed.

"Is that the answer to every question I have?" She chuckled.

"Possibly." He cracked a smile, sliding his Ray Bans on his gorgeous face.

"I like you more when you joke." She said. "A lot more."

"I'll work on breaking my walls down then." He glanced over at her as they came up on a stop light.

"I'd like that." She said, grabbing his hand. The feeling took him by surprise and he found himself loving it. The way her thumb traced across his knuckles. This girl was absolutely intoxicating.

Sooner than Andy wanted, he pulled in front of her gross apartment building. "Thanks Andy." She kissed his cheek again and he nodded.

"Do you want to have lunch tomorrow?" He asked.

"Sure." She shot him a side smile and then walked inside her building, Andy watching.

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Emerson took one last look at her outfit. A pair of black leggings with a leather strip down the side and a tight strapless black shirt with a corset lace up the back.

She was going out with Lea and Victories to take her mind of this Andy thing. She had explained over the phone and the girl's promised a night of fun and no questions about the gorgeous stranger they immediately googled.

Emerson was looking foward to it and was happy when she finally heard her phone buzz to see it was a text from Lea saying they were there. She grabbed her jacket and clutch and ran down to the girls.

A yellow cab waited for her and she slipped in. Lea, with her blonde and black hair, pale skin, and blue eyes was sitting in the front and Victoria wth her blonde hair, slim body, and pale skin was in the back. "Hey E!" They both yelled.

"Hey!" She said as the cab sped off.

"Ready to get fucked up!?" Vic yelled.

"Oh yes. I need to forget a few things." She laughed.

"No problem." The girls all laughed and looked foward to their night of fun.

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