The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

I bit my lip, hearing Andy's car door close. There was no reason I should tell him, was there? It was a mistake. A one time thing. I would feel so guilty if I didn't tell him, though.
I heard the front door open.

He was home late. I wondered how it went. "Baylie?" He shouted. I could hear him taking off his coat. He sounded tired. I walked timidly around the hall to see his tall figure. He looked tired. "I'm here." I said, my voice small.

He didn't say anything. He just walked towards me, an exhausted expression on his face, and pulled me into a hug, resting his head on top of mine.

"How was court?" I asked in a whisper.

"Mm." He responded.

We both paused a minute, hugging into each other like melted play dough, before he seperated and looked down at me.

"What's on your mind?" He asked seriously, his voice firm yet calm.

"Hu-What?" I asked.

"You look pale, like a ghost. And your heart rate is estatic."

"I'm just excited to see you." I lied with a fake smile and a short sigh at the end.

He knew very well I was lying. Andy watched me much to closely to be fooled by that. Either way, he kissed my forehead before heading upstairs without another word.I stood there a minute. Something was on his mind, too. He wasn't telling me. I was used to it. Our relationship seemed to be full of secrets.
A minute or two after my thoughts, I quietly crept into bed with him. We layed, not touching eachother, for a bit before he rolled over and pulled me into his chest.

"I won't be mad. I don't have the energy. Tell me what's wrong." He whispered into my hair.

I thought a moment before whispering back.

"Ricky kissed me." It slid off my tongue, and I instantly wished I could grab the words back.

"Did it mean anything?" He whispered, a slight growl to his tone.

"No. I'm sorry." I responded.

We laid there in silence a minute.

"Don't do it again." He said. I nodded,nuzzling into him. To my surprise, he pulled me under his weight, laying on top of me judt barely enough to not suffocate me.

"Do you want to?" He asked, his voice a throaty whisper.

I grinned. "Yes."

Notes

Ello! I want to talk to yall about something


SO, I'm sure we all read the hilarious 'Stupid Fanfiction Stuff' book that's been on the popular page for quite some time. As did I, until one of their later chapters regardign 5SOS. I don't like 5SOS. To be honest, I think their music is crappy. However, the author went onto a 5SOS fanfic site, displayed rudeness to all it's users, and then boasted about getting an immature reaction from a fan. The author then said, and I quote, "throw them in a mosh pit, they won't last till the chorus." HUN. YOU LIKE BVB. BVB MOSHPITS ARE LIKE RING AROUND THE ROSIE.

Honestly, I am done with people disrespectong music choices. Not to be a bitch, but wow, that was immatue. You are not superior to them because you like fucking Sleeping with Sirens and Asking Alexandria. You are not superior to A N Y O N E because of your choice in music. In fact, by being so immature as to waste your time picking on other people's joy, you are lower than them.

If you consider yourself above the ordinary or better for liking rock, unsub from me right now.

To my orher lovely readers, sorry for the rant. SMUT AHEAD.