The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

My stomach pains had begun to seep in again. They were on and off, sometimes just a slight cramp and other times a stabbing, twisting in the pit of my gut. Laying down on my back usually helped. I rubbed my stomach gently, hoping the pain would go away soon. Suddenly, there was a faint knock at the door. Now, of all times!

"Come in!" I said softly.

To my surprise, the door opened and frail, tired little Celia came in. Was she crying? I sat up. "Celia?" I said. "What's gotten into you? Are you alright?" She sniffled and shut the door behind her, thrning to face me.

"He says he wants you out of the house." She said. "He says he doesn't want to see you here anymore."
What? That can't be true. My mind processed slightly, trying desperately to get a hold of the situation.

My kettle had evaporated. I was all steam now.

"What?" I asked. "Th-That's simply not true! I refuse to believe that! He would...never." My voice turned to a hoarse whisper. Perhaps he would, then.

I kept telling myself I didn't mean anything to him, but it hadn't quite sunk on until now. Now it was real. It was confirmed. It wasn't just me doubting myself or overthinking. He really didn't care.

I nodded wryly. "Okay...Very well then." I said, my voice cracking. "Let me get my things."

--Andy's POV--

My office was ashambles. Every book on the shelf, every paper and file that had once been so carefully organized was on the ground or torn up. I was standing amongst them, angry veins popping from my head.

This was for the best, I told myself. This was what needed to happen. I needed her.

I kicked a bundle of papers angrily. What was I doing? Why didn't I let her stay? Why was I so afraid of her?

--Baylie's POV--

I was trying so hard not to cry. I hated crying. The thought of never seeing Celia ahain, of never seeing him again.

I packed my things up and hugged Celia. She was crying harder than I expected. "You brought out such good in him..." She said. "I'm afraid that when you'll leave, he'll be worse than before!" I tried to console her, but there were no words to respond.

It was time for me to go home. It was time for my adventure to end.

Notes

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So, now that Andy sent Baylie home, how will Joan's plot be effected?