The Summer Job ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Baylie's POV--

I watched the rain hit the pavement. I wonder if it knew the pavement was coming and tried to stop or slow down, or if they were completely oblivious to their cold death only seconds away. I was sort of like a raindrop.

You know, as you grow up, the only part of you that doesn't grow is your eyes. I always thought that was ironic. The way we are and the way we see things never really, truly changes. Andy is still always going to be controlling and possessive and afraid of losing everything. I'm always going to be quiet and reserved and shy. But what does grow is our mind, and we eventually learn to see what we need to see and push away what we don't want to see.

Today was the last day of Summer. Andy asked me if I was going to stay or go.

I think my response stunned him a little.

"Do you want to leave with me?" I had asked.

"So you're not gonna stay?"

I shook my head. "And I want you to come with me. Let's explore the world, Andy. You don't have a company anymore, just a shit ton of money and nothing to spend it on. I don't go to school, I don't have a job, I'll probably never do either of those things. Let's just pack. Let's go. Right now. We don't have to have a plan, let's just live together on the road. Sleep in the car. I don't want to die in this city. I want to see the world."

And you know what he said?

"I'll meet you in the car."

So I'm never going to finish school or get an education or a job. I'll never have my name in a history book, but I'm close enough with the door on the bathroom stall. I think I'm okay with that. I'm only 17; I have so much more to do than sit in a class for 6 hours. I want to live my life. I want to see as much as I possibly can.

I was in the car with Andy right now, actually. We were going to the Grand Canyon. And we were gonna hike and wander from the trail and not care about anything but us. Everything would, from now on, revolve around us.

Andy asked me if I wanted kids today. I thought it was a funny question, since I was 17 and he was 24, which meant we were illegal anyways. I told him yes, though, and he seemed happy. Andy would be a good dad.

I asked him if he ever wanted to get married again. He said it was a funny question, since I was 17 and he was 24, which meant we were illegal anyways. He told me yes, though, which made me happy. He said he wanted to have our wedding somewhere pretty.

I could imagine Andy and I settling down eventually. In a big house somewhere quiet. Not like the manor we used to live in. Hopefully not so cold, either. I remember how cold he always kept that place.

I don't know what the future holds for us. I can't even make a guess. But it's okay to not know that, I think. For now, we're just running away together. We're seeing life. Living everything. And honestly, I would want it any other way.

Notes

The last chapter...

My message to all of you is to do whatever you want with your life. I know you were probably taught to get and education and get a good job and be a genius at math, but honestly, tale hold of your life and do whta you want with it. Make everything you do worth it.

Also, I would LOVE to get a 3rd story up on the popular page, so please check out Sinerely, Rose. I will most likely have another story up. Leave a comment explaning your favorite part/thing about Summer Job :)

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