That Was on Purpose ~ Andy Biersack *Completed

--Ashley's POV--

After our little chat, Andy helped me pick out what to bring Tessa and Michael. It was cute how much he knew about what comic books Michael liked or Tessa's favorite pajamas. He handed me Michael's favorite CD because he knew I had a radio, and he could pinpoint which pillow Tessa liked best, apparently because she thought it smelled like lemon. I threw some of Tessa's shampoo in the bag and got ready to go. I didn't want to leave him behind. "Okay..." I huffed, marching down the stairs. Andy followed, like a dog being left behind while the family took a road trip. I grabbed my keys and opened the door.

"Wait," Andy said.

I turned around, halfway out the door.

"If I don't...see her for a while...promise you'll take care of her for me?" He looked straight up at me, and I could only imagine what was running through his head.

"I will."

--Tessa's POV--

I just set dinner on the table when Ashley walked through the door. It was really hard to make anything because he had virtually no food in his entire house, and if he did it was frozen dinners. In the end, I found the stuff to make spaghetti. Ashley walked into the kitchen.

"What's this?" He asked warmly, setting down the bags he packed for us.

"I-I-The least I could do was make you something to eat..." I stuttered out.

"Oh Tess, you didn't need to do this. Thank you!" He said, going to give me a hug. I tensed and jumped, expecting a hit. He looked down at his feet and I quietly said, "S-Sorry." He shook his head and looked back up at me, smiling.

--Andy's POV--

The kitchen was cold. The stove was off. The lights were off. It felt as if I was the whole world was empty. I missed Tessa humming while she made dinner. I missed Michael asking when it was going to be ready. I missed being with them. I ate a can of soup and barely knew how to wash the pot.

--Tessa's POV--

Dinner was good, but it was hard to stay straight-faced. I wanted to cry the whole time. I even had to end my dinner early, claiming that I was full so they didn't have to see me cry. I kissed Michael goodnight and thanked Ash for letting us stay here and getting our stuff.

I curled up under the covers, but now that I wanted the tears to come they couldn't. I wanted to cry; to let it out while I can, but the tears wouldn't come. I pulled the covers up under my chin.

At first, I thought I was sad because Andy had hit me and that Colin had died. But as time progressed, I realized that I was really sad because...I missed Andy. I hated myself for missing him and for always going back to him, but it wasn't a choice whether or not I forgave him. People always see forgiving as a choice, but it wasn't. It was caring for someone enough to not care how much they hurt you. And I knew, by loving Andy, I was sprinting straight towards a loaded gun.

I missed touch. I missed the feelings of his hands brushing the hair from my eyes and running down my hips. I even just missed brushing arms with him when he walked past me. I felt so heartsick here without him. I pictured him sitting in our house by himself, and I wondered if he was sorry. I wondered if he missed me the same way I missed him. I heard as Ashley went to bed, a tired sigh echoing down the hall. I rolled over and gasped in pain as the button of my jeans jabbed into my stomach. I had forgotten to change into my pajamas. Not wanting to be in discomfort, I got up and unzipped the bag Ash had packed. Midway through, I straightened up.

What if I went to talk to him?

No. That was a stupid idea.

Or was it?

Either way, before I could really think it through, I had grabbed the keys to Ashley's truck and was out the door.

Notes

So Tessa's gonna go see Andy...Put it the comments what you think is gonna happen, best comment gets a shoutout :D