The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

As I walked home that afternoon, I thought about the events that had led up to now. He had been a jerk and a pedophile, but in a way that was like an immature high schooler. But with much less, 'that's what she said.'

I checked on my mother, and she was never happier to see me. I explained to her I was caught up in my 'job,' and she hugged me and told me how worried she'd been. I was too distracted to really hear what she was saying, and I had a strange feeling in my heart.

It wasn't love, I've felt that before and it's not that. It's like...excitement. Excited by him. Not sexually, but just...excited. Excited that maybe, just possibly, he had found me attractive. Confident could describe slightly how I was feeling, but not the full feeling. I was jittery and a little shaky, and I kept biting my lip. I looked at things a little differently, the thought in the back of my head that I might actually have tempted someone, I might actually have intrigued someone, I might actually have meant something more to someone.

No, he was probably just tired and didn't feel like being crabby. Besides, I'd heard he had a wife anyways. Where was she? Why didn't she just do all the chores? That would save me a lot of trouble...
"Baylie?" My mother's voice called me back.

"Hm?"

"Are you listening?"

"Oh-Y-Yeah."

She chuckled breathlessly and ruffled my hair. "No you're not. Go rest, you look tired." She said. I nodded with a closed smile and hurried off, stopping in the bathroom quickly.

She was right, I did look tired.

Bags hung under my eyes, so dark it looked like I'd been hit with a baseball in either socket. My lips were pale and chapped, and my skin was only a shade or two lighter than my bottom lip. I frowned. There was now way I had attracted him at all. He was just being funny. I was overthinking. It was just a joke. I let out a big huff of air I'd been unintentionaly keeping compacted in my lungs. My chest felt lighter and more hollow than before, and I sat down in bed with a sad feeling. I knew it was just moodswings, but I was still upset. Suddenly, I shot up in bed.

I'd forgotten my wallet at Andy's.

I sighed. Nothing ever seemed to go right. Maybe God knew I was a thief and he took it out on me in a constant state of punishment by finding little ways to make my life horrible. I snapped out of the thought and decided I should go get my wallet. It had all my money in it.

I made my way down the block, the hole in my shoes picking up small puddles and wetting my socks until every time I stepped I felt a small squish. I hardly noticed it had begun to rain until I reached Andy's house and nearly slipped on the muddy grass. I made my way to the back door, even though I could have easily used to front. That's when I finally noticed there was a new car in the driveway; a shiny black Volvo. I hoped I wasn't interrupting anything. I knocked shyly, hearing loud, aggressive voices inside. I waited a moment before knocking again.

"I'll get it." A woman's voice spat, accenting the 'I'll.' The door opened to reveal a blonde woman with pale grey eyes and wavy blonde hair. She looked about Andy's age. "Andy," she said coldly, her voice like a snake about to strike. "Who is this?"

--Joan's POV--

I opened the door, my final words to Andy flowing through a clenched jaw. A ragged girl stood behind me. Her hair was damp from the rain and hung down, clinging to her cheeks. She wore a pale-grey V-neck and a pair of jeans. I looked her up and down, disgusted. Her shoes were brown converse and looked like someone ran the fabric through a shredding machine. She had a nice face though; eyes so grey they looked white and smooth skin.

"Andy?" I spat out, disgusted by the presence of the messy girl. "Who is this?" I turned to looked at Andy. He looked up from the broken vase he was piecing together and his face fell somehow, as if realization hit him. "Andy?" I repeated. "Why is this thing on our porch?" He looked up form the vase he was piecing together and peeked around me to see the girl. His face fell somehow, as if something hit him. "Do you know her?" I asked. "Andy!" I repeated when he didn't answer. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't. "Andy, tell me who she is or I'm leaving her out in the rain." I sighed. He paused a moment, and a pleading look played in the girl's eyes.

"No one." He said. "I don't know who she is."

Notes

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING.

Life has been crazy and not very nice. I'm sorry!

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