The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

Celia and I talked for a while. We talked about life and Andy and hobbies and things that bothered us. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time, especially socially. I sort of forgot that I had a 'party' to go to until the clock hit 5 and the same teenager that escorted me here peeked his head in the door. "It's time to go." He said. I looked at Celia and back at him and nodded. "Have fun, dear." Celia said, although we both knew that was impossible.

--Andy's POV--

About four minutes after I called her in, Abigail finally arrived. The dress was stunning on her, and that maid had done a nice job on cleaning her up. She looked at me and smiled, but I did not return the smile. "You read the rules?" I asked for reassurance. She nodded once and didn't talk. "Okay. They are brought into action as of now. Let's go." I said.

--Baylie's POV--

He opened the car door for me and slammed it shut the second I was inside, almost trapping the tool train of my dress. I jumped slightly. He soon reappeared, opening the door to the driver's side and sitting down. "The stealing rule applies to the Curelli household too. And do not mention the rules. Just follow them." He said quickly as he started the car. I nodded, but didn't speak. If the rules were in action, I should follow them.

Hold on Baylie, your future is on the line...

We didn't drive far since we were only going to the mansion next to ours. I'd never seen it, but as we pulled in front of it I became increasingly aware of the difference.

This house was much more modern. It was three story and very, very large with several large windows stretched out of proportion. There were several shiny cars already parked outside, and I noticed a crowd of people sitting outside.

"Rules." Andy said, raising his eyebrows and pointing at me before opening the door and stepping outside. I nodded and stepped outside, my dress trailing behind me as I walked. I joined his side on the other side of the car. "Andy!" A voice shouted. I turned ky head to see a tall, tattooed man jogging over in our direction. He wore a three-piece suit that didn't fit his relaxed atmosphere. "Hey Chris!" Andy said, immediately switching from his usual uptight nature to a more relaxed, modern man. I still clung to the rules and looked down at my feet instead of in the man's eyes. I looked up through my lashes to see another, shorter man hurry over to who I assumed to be Chris's side. He had long, black hair and a white, unfolded collar peeked from his suit. Dark, smudged eye makeup hollowed his eyes. "Ricky!" Andy said in a cheerful tone I'd never heard him use before. "Who's this?" Chris asked, notioning to me. Fuck. What do I do? What do I say? "This is Abigail." Andy said, saving me from awkwardness. I kept my eyes on my ground, but let them wander up to Andy. "Oh, nice to meet you." Chris said, extending his hand. Not wanting to seem rude, I looked into his eyes as I shook his hand. Andy tensed next to me, and I quickly looked back down at my feet. "Well, come inside." Ricky said, smiling to break the tension. Chris clasped his hands together and awkwardly shimmied, leading us inside. "How's things with you?" Chris asked, sitting us down at a couch. There were tall speakers everywhere and several TV's. Very different from Andy's house.

"You want some food?" Chris asked, motioning to the plate of food on the table between us. "N-No thank you." I said, trying to be as polite as possible. "You sure?" Ricky chimed from next to me. I didn't really know what to say. Ricky had sat unbearably close to me, and him and Andy had me in a sandwich on the couch. "Yes, thank you." I responded. "You're missing out..." He said, grabbing a cookie and unintentionally waving right in front of my face. What I would give to eat that...I was starving. I hoped nobody noticed how thin I was. Ricky's eyes lingered on me a little too long as Chris and Andy continued their conversation. "So, are you one of Andy's maids?" Ricky asked, starting our own little conversation. I nodded. "Ah. You wanna go see what's up in the living room?" He asked. I searched my mind for what to do....What do I do?! Not wanting to keep him waiting for an answer, I shyly said, "O-Okay." He smiled and got up, and I followed. Andy moved his eyes to me and glared. I looked back for a moment, but Ricky tugged me along. Fuck, I wasn't supposed to be leaving Andy's side.

--Ricky's POV--

As soon as she said she was one of Andy's maids, I was hooked. We all knew what she meant by 'maid.' She was obviously a hooker. She hesitantly followed me into the bedroom, but paused just outside the doorway. "Uhm..." She stuttered. I impulsively smashed her against the wall, my lips coming down on hers. She squealed slightly and shook her head away. "Hm?" I asked, pulling away as well. She breathed quickly and sharply. "I-I'm..." She trailed off. It had been a while since we'd have such a gorgeous prostitute around here. "I'll pay you babe, don't worry." I said, easing her concerns. I pulled her onto the bed and laid on her, holding one of her wrists for comfort and biting her lip. To my surprise, she cried out into the kiss as if she was in pain. I pulled away and looked down at her again. "I-I'm not a prostitute!" She exclaimed, breathing heavily. Oh, fuck. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I said quickly, getting off of her and helping her up. "I'm so sorry I just thought by maid you meant that and...Oh my god I'm sorry." I said, hoping I hadn't traumatized her. She wiped a bit of blood from her lip. "I-It's okay," She said, looking down at her feet.

--Baylie's POV--

I quickly returned to Andy after the traumatic experience. He thought I was a prostitute. As soon as I sat down, Andy wrapped his arm around my waist. It was suprising, but slightly calming. That was, until he dug his fingernails into my side roughly. I shifted in pain. Ricky sat awkwardly next to me, all of us listening to what Chris was saying. Andy moved his hand down to my lower hips and pressed his fingers in equally hard, and I unintentionally let out a small gasp of pain. Ricky looked over at me and I held my breath to avoid from repeating the mistake. "Excuse me, for a moment." I said. "I have to use the restroom." I said. I felt Andy's glare on me, but I couldn't stay for much longer. If he scolded me for it, I could just say I had to go. "Where is it?" I asked politely. "Oh, I'll show you." Chris said, getting up from his seat. Andy's glare intensified.

--Chris's POV--

She was undoubtedly a slut. Andy would never bring such a young, pretty girl around here if she wasn't. It was no secret Andy didn't do relationships, I mean just look at him and his wife. I led her to the 'bathroom,' which was probably just her excuse to get one of us into the bedroom. I threw her inside and shut the door behind us. She looked around, much like a confused little deer. I grabbed her waist hungrily, pulling her towards me and kissing her passionately. She shook her head away from my hands, gasping for air. I looked at her, confused. "For the last time!" She said in the loudest voice she'd used all evening. "I am not a hooker!"

--Baylie's POV--

We returned to the room, a tense atmosphere amongst us all now. I sat away from Andy this time to avoid the pain. I knew I was going to be in for it when we got in the car. Ricky was rambling on about some business opportunity in North Carolina, and Andy was intently listening.

--Andy's POV--

Her and Chris finally sat back down. She sat away from me, and looked a little anxious. I mentally cursed myself. Was she okay? I pushed away my worry and concern for her. If she let any of them get away with...that, she would be in for it in the car.I pretended to listen to what Ricky was saying while I though about her.

--Baylie's POV--

"I'm glad you could come." Chris said, shaking Andy's hand. I looked into Rikcy's eyes and we locked. He extended his hand shyly and I blushed, shaking it before turning to the car with Andy.

Notes

Poor Baylie, getting accused of being a hooker :(

Who is Andy's wife????

Is Andy gonna be mad?