The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

I awoke early the next morning. My eyes felt sore and I was unbelievably tired from working all week. The thought that I'd have to accompany Andy to a party and behave like a trained animal today...Well, it killed me. Especially with everything going on. I reluctantly combed through my hair and got dressed. There was nothing to eat but the small sandwhich I had left my mother yesterday. She hadn't touched it. I peeked inside her room to find her, once again, asleep. She snored lightly and I smiled slightly at the idea of her getting a good sleep.

Just as the paper instructed, there was a bushel of maids outside the back door. None of them looked happy to see me, but I didn't blame them as I was probably causing more work. I smiled faintly at them, hoping for them to mirror. "Hi, are you guys--" I began, but one cut me off. "Yes. Come this way." It was actually a guy. He had a firm, square jawline and messy brown hair. He looked to be a teenager. I nodded shyly and followed him, along with the other maids huddling around me. More confused then ever, I let them lead me inside the house, which was as cold as usual, and up the spiraling staircase. The rest of the maids were all women, but they couldn't be any younger than 50. It was strange, because Andy seemed fairly young and I don't understand why he'd surround himself by old women. If Manor Kings are anything like I've heard, they like younger women. Perhaps he wasn't like the rumors.

Towards the end of the hall we finally stopped. We stood infront of a door, the same as any other, with a gold plaque reading, 403 on it. That meant we weren't far from 402; the room Andy had instructed me to never enter. I could barely look around before a short, pudgy woman opened the door for me and motioned me inside.

The room was large. It was a bedroom, which I found strange. The carpet was tan and a clean white bed sat in the middle. The walls were white. It looked like an average bedroom. There was a door that probably led to a bathroom. However, on the frame of the bed hung a dress like none other I'd seen.
It was a very pale pink, it was almost white in fact, and long and flowing. It was strapless and simple, but I still could never picture it on me. "I-Is that for me?" I asked to the maids. I turned around, expecting to see the whole crowd of them with me, but there was only one. She nodded. Her face wasn't as cold as the others. She looked very motherly, like the kind of woman you'd want to call Grandma and bake cookies with. "He had it made just last night. The package only arrived an hour before you did." She said, a cheeky ghost of a smile playing on her thin lips. "Oh..." I said, slightly curious as to why this maid showed me so much more curtesy than the others. She walked over the the door I'd assumed was a bathroom and opened it up for me. I could see it was indeed a bathroom, the sink and the corner of a shower revealed to me. "Come, we need to clean you up." She said. I hesitantly nodded, walking into the bathroom. It was freezing cold, but everything was spotless. I saw myself in the mirror and noticed how out of place I looked. "You can undress, don't worry. We're both girls." The old woman said, turning on the shower so she had to shout over the running water.

I'd never undressed in front of anyone before. Even if she was a woman, it was still an unexplored area for me. I had barely even looked at myself before.

"Here." She said. "I'll close my eyes." She put a hand over her eyes and I laughed shyly, beginning to undress so I didn't seem childish. I stepped into the shower. How long it had been since I'd had a real shower...I stepped inside, my arms crossed over my chest to cover myself. The warm water began to break the dryness of my hair until it was heavy with water. It felt so good to be covered with the warmth. "Alright, you need to wash your hair at least 3 times, shampoo and conditioner. I'll be in the other room." The woman said. "Okay!" I called a little too enthusiastically, the water drowning out my voice. J could barely bring myself to reach for the bottle of shampoo, the warm water just felt so good. I had the strongest urge to sit down, but I knew I shouldn't. I scrubbed my hair roughly, feeling as the greasy exterior was slowly washed away. 3 times. The water swirling around my feet and into the drain slowly turned from brown to clear, cycling out the muck with each wash until I twisted the water off and twisted my hair to dry it a little. Goosebumps immediately formed on my skin.

"Are you finished dear?" I heard the old woman call.

"Yeah." I called back, careful to keep my tone even.

I heard her coming over and searched around for a towel. Where was it? I had nothing to cover myself! I impulsively crossed my arms against my chest and she appeared in the door way with a towel. She laughed slightly when she saw me. "You are a timid thing, aren't you." She remarked. I faked a slight chuckle to lighten the atmosphere, desperately wrapping the towel around my body. She disappeared for a moment or two and reappeared with a chair. "Here, sit sit. I'm going to blow dry your hair so it doesn't drip all over your dress." She said. "My name is Celia, by the way. If you ever need anything, I'm here." I nodded with a shy smile and sat down, fighting gravity to keep my towel up.

Celia blowdried ever section of my hair separately, running a comb through it every so often until my hair was dry and light. I'd never felt so clean. She sat me down on the bed and unzipped a light purple bag, a thoughtful look on her face. "You're the youngest, prettiest little thing he's brought around in a while. And he's kept you too long for you to just be one of them toys." She commented, pulling out some sort of makeup product. "Mm.." I mumbled simply, not really sure what Mr. Biersack wanted with me either. She dabbed a brush in the skin-colored power palette and dusted it on my cheeks. I uncomfortably closed my eyes. "If you ask me, he's getting lonely again." Celia said, going back for more of the powder. "Again?" I asked curiously, having to close my eyes as she applied it close to my lower-lashes. "Mhm...But that's a story for another time." She said, snapping the pallet closed and reaching inside the bag for something else.

I had never felt so clean. I sat there on the bed with Celia, smelling of perfume and looking like anything but myself. Not to mention what I was wearing; it was probably worth more than me. Celia stood back and smiled. "You look lovely." She commented. "Thank you." I stuttered back. I quickly remembered that, regardless of how I looked, I was still going to be accompanying an over-controlling beast. But I couldn't deny, he was handsome. But his awful intentions masked that, and it was now that I hated him most. Now that I was feeling clean and looking clean, and it was for him. I'm not pretty anyways. Being pretty is usually the least of my concerns.

Notes

Hey! I've been really excited to get to the party part of this story so I have been updating like, non-stop today! Enjoy! This will most likely be the last update for a little while.