Happy Little Pill

In the back of my mind was a nagging thought about how Juliet got my number. She has never, ever had my number and I want to know how she got it. I stood in the kitchen at the house and was making myself a sandwich while thinking about this. We leave for the tour in three weeks, it's not much time, but I will figure it out. I sat down at the island and began eating my sandwich while thinking of how to figure it out. From the living room I heard my phone chirp and I sighed.

"Hey Andy, can you check to see who it is?" I asked. Maybe it was a fluke text she sent me? When I didn't hear a response from Andy, I got off of the stool and walked into the living room. He was staring at my phone with the world's most pissed off face. It was kind of terrifying.

"Andy? Who was it?" I asked.

"How the fuck did she get your number?" He asked. She text me again?

"I don't know. I didn't give it to her," I said. I walked over to him and grabbed my phone from his hand and looked at the message. She was saying Andy didn't love me and that he was going back to her. Damn this girl is delusional. Andy walked out of the room with heavy footsteps and then I heard the door open.

"Where are you going Andy?" I asked.

"To talk to Juliet," he said.

"Let me come with, I don't want you to get arrested for murdering someone," I said and quickly grabbed my shoes and bag before running after Andy.

"She has no fucking right to have your number, or say that shit," he said. He was seriously pissed off and was on a mission.

"I guess I should tell you about the message then," I said.

"What message?" He asked. I went into my phone and found it; I hit play and watched his face. His breathing was heavy and I watched as his hands gripped the steering wheel even tighter, making his knuckles white.

"I am done with her shit. I am serious this time," he said and turned onto a road. I have never been to this part of LA before.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Upper LA, Juliet's parents live here and I know she's there because she goes there when she's on break from tour," he said and then stopped in front of a house and turned the car off. He climbed out of the car and slammed the door. I quickly scrambled out of the car and ran to catch up with him. He was walking with determination and his face was still really hard and angry. We stopped at the door and he knocked on it really hard. A second later the door opened and Juliet was standing there.

"Andy, I knew you'd come back," she smiled and went to hug him.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He asked.

"I'm sorry?" She asked.

"How the fuck did you get Sadee's number?" He asked. At the mention of my name, her eyes darted to me and she got an evil grin on her face.

"Why do you care? You don't love her," she said.

"Juliet! How the fuck did you get my girlfriend's number?" He barked at her and she took a step back. His bark is seriously on the edge of terrifying and deadly.

"I got it from the label," she said.

"Bullshit. The label won't give out phone numbers to just anyone, and they know who you are," he said. She looked down at her feet and bit her lip.

"Fine, I talked to Colton, he gave it to me," she said.

"Why were you talking to Colton?" I asked.

"Because he's my friend," she said. Of course he is.

"I am done with your shit Juliet. I have had it with the fucking phone calls and you saying you still love me and shit. You are the one who broke up with me. You are the one who left and accused me of cheating on you. I loved you with every fiber of my being," he said. When he said 'loved' she flinched and her face dropped.

"You don't love me?" She asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You are harassing me and now you are harassing my girlfriend. I love Sadee, more than I ever loved you. She was there for me when you shattered my heart and walked away. She helped me get through it and we wrote a damn good album. So fuck you. I don't ever want to fucking hear you ever again Juliet. You said we were done, and we are. I moved on. I am happy now, stop trying to fuck it all up," he yelled in her face and she was on the verge of crying. I stood there with my arms crossed.

"Andy, come on, you know I didn't mean it. What about what we went through?" She asked, the tears beginning to fall.

"Don't even play that card. You fucked that up when you broke up with me. Stop calling me, stop texting me, stop texting Sadee. I want to have a good tour, not a stressful one worrying about a fucking stalker," he said.

"Fine, but remember, I broke up with you. And when she grows sick of you, I won't be here to pick up the pieces," she said.

"I know you fucking broke up with me! And don't bring Sadee into this. Bye," he said and turned around quickly and began walking to the car. Juliet closed the door and I followed Andy. He was fuming. As he got into the car I saw the tears in his eyes. I got in the car and turned to him.

"Why are you crying?" I asked.

"Sometimes when I get pissed, I cry," he said and started the car.

"That's kinda cute," I smiled and he looked at me. His face softened and he smiled before giving me a kiss.

"Let's go finish packing," he said and we drove off.


The room was warm as fuck and I was sitting on Andy's stomach and leaning back against his legs, which were bent at the knees. He was laying on the bed and was looking up at me.

"Why is it so warm in here?" I asked.

"Because the window is closed," he said.

"Are you excited to spend seven months on a bus with me?" I asked.

"Of course, are you excited to spend seven months on a bus with me and four other guys?" He smiled and I giggled.

"Overjoyed," I smiled and sighed.

"What?" He asked.

"I'm leaving my awesome nephew here!" I exclaimed and leaned back so my head was between Andy's knees and I was staring at the ceiling.

"You can always call him," he said.

"It's not the same thing," I said and sighed again. Next thing I knew, Andy poked my stomach and I flipped forward and fell onto his chest and face.

"Asswipe," I said and he was laughing. His laugh always made me feel better. It was so smooth and amazing. I rolled off of him and onto my side of the bed.

"Are you excited to sing your song on stage with me, every night?" He asked.

"Every night?" I asked.

"That's what Tyler said. He was all like, that song is making headlines, it's number one on iTunes charts, on Billboard charts and he thinks it's a real contender for a VMA, a Kerrang! maybe, and even a Grammy, but I think the Grammy is a bit of an exaggeration," he said.

"Are you saying my song isn't good enough for a Grammy?" I asked.

"No, I'm not. But, you know what I mean. He was all like, it's the perfect song to perform from the Andy Black album. And, you are going to hate him for this. But, he said he is making it an official track on the Andy Black album, instead of bonus track," he said.

"Dude has owned the label for like two days," I said.

"He knows what he's doing," he said. I shoved my face in the pillow and groaned.

"What?" He asked.

"Tyler is going to want me to make an album, I can feel it in my bones," I said.

"In your bones?" Andy chuckled.

"In my bones," I said and he chuckled again before tickling my sides. I immediately began laughing and I squirmed and curled into a ball.

"Fuck you Andy!" I laughed and he kissed me before leaned back on his legs and smiling.

"Already happened, like an hour ago," he smirked. I shook my head at him and sat up.

"I'm gonna sound like a broken record, but I wanna write a song," I said.

"About?" He asked.

"Leaving everyone for tour," I said and he chuckled. I thought for a second before smiling.

"I pack my bags
And stand by the door.
They say it gets easier with time.
But they lied.

My little sister stands alone.
A small tear falling down her face.
She is the one who supported me,
When I had no one.

When they said,
'You're gonna be a star,'
They didn't mention how hard,
It was going to be.

How am I supposed to go on,
Without the ones I love?
How am I supposed to do my best,
When my heart is aching for home?
Show me how to get through this.
My arms are weak,
My chest it breaks,
Tell me how am I supposed to,
Be everything, I am destined to be,
When you're a hundred miles away?

The crowds all scream my name.
They came to see my smile.
But for some reason,
I can't seem to find it.

I stand in front of the mirror,
A small tear falling down my cheek.
I feel so alone here,
Where is everyone?

When they said,
'You're gonna be a star,'
They didn't mention how hard,
It was going to be.

How am I supposed to go on,
Without the ones I love?
How am I supposed to do my best,
When my heart is aching for home?
Show me how to get through this.
My arms are weak,
My chest it breaks,
Tell me how am I supposed to,
Be everything, I am destined to be,
When you're a hundred miles away?

If you're feeling alone.
Take my hand and follow me.
I've been in your shoes,
Once upon a time.

I know those thoughts seem,
To control you.
Take the phone and call home.
They are there to accept you,
To tell you,
Everything is okay.

When they said,
'You're gonna be a star,'
They didn't mention how hard,
It was going to be.

How am I supposed to go on,
Without the ones I love?
How am I supposed to do my best,
When my heart is aching for home?
Show me how to get through this.
My arms are weak,
My chest it breaks,
Tell me how am I supposed to,
Be everything, I am destined to be,
When you're a hundred miles away?

When you're a hundred miles away,
A hundred miles away." I sang and Andy looked at me with understanding eyes, but they were still kind of sad.

"Wow," he said.

"I've been thinking about the tours I did with my mom and how I felt about leaving all of my friends behind, and how I'm leaving my nieces and nephews behind," I said.

"That's fine. It means you care," he said and kissed me quickly.

"Do you think the tour will be fun?" I asked.

"Only if we make it fun," he said and laid down on the bed.

"Will there be drinking?" I asked as I laid down my head on his chest.

"Of course, we get shit faced drunk all the time," he laughed.

"Good," I said and snuggled into Andy. This moment is what I have always wanted. I never had it with any other relationship. I have never been truly happy with anyone, not like I am with Andy. He makes my life problems seem small and helps me through them.

"I love you," I said quietly and closed my eyes. I am tired. As I was falling asleep, I heard Andy say,

"I love you too," his voice sounded through his chest and I smiled as I fell asleep.

Notes

Okay guys. This is the last chapter. Oh my god, the emotions in me right now. I want to first thank every single one of you who read every chapter and who comment. I am so happy that I have over 10,000 views, this is by far my most successful story and I hope you all help me get the sequel, Bullets in a Musicbox, to an even bigger number! Thank you for reading, and we will be seeing more of Andy and Sadee in like two days! Prepare for the tour!!!!!

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