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Courtney's POV:

The next day went by quickly. In fact the whole week went by faster than any other week I've ever spent at school. The night of my first day, I refused to leave my room and didn't eat anything. Eventually, Ashley came upstairs to try and coax me out. I remained trapped within my room and pelted him with pillows whenever he or any other band member came to close.

Andy eventually managed to come within a metre radius of me, (this only happened because I ran out of stuff to throw, not because I have feelings for him) and he brought me a beer and some chocolate ice cream. I can say one thing about guys, they are jerks more or less ninety percent of the time, but in that ten percent, they are sweet.

And damn did Andy know me.

He approached me slowly, offering me his offerings before he raised his arms in surrender. I scowl at him, but accept the food while continuing to glower at him.

"I'm not going to try and make you even angrier, even though I'm fairly certain that that's currently impossible. I just want to talk Courtney."

I sit down on my bed, crossing my legs underneath my butt, as I begin to eat my ice cream. I take a long drink from the beer he brought and relish in the liquor spilling down my dry throat.

"Thanks," I mumble.

He chuckles and sits beside me, "look, I'm not going to lie, I'm not really sure why you're mad, and frankly, neither is anyone else. I just want to make sure you're fed, and okay."

I look up at the lead singer through my long lashes, which makes Andy's breath noticeably hitch.

"Andy, I'm sorry if I offended you in anyway earlier today, at school or in front of the guys downstairs. I just hate how you reacted, because he was not flirting with me."

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair in exasperation, "I acted like an asshole. That's what happened today, and I'm sorry, Courtney."

I nod, "you're forgiven, though personally I kinda acted like a pretentious bitch."

Andy grins at my response, "I hate it when you get mad at me."

"I hate being mad at you. You try being angry at someone who looks like an adorable, yet badass puppy most of the time."

He raises an eyebrow, "most of the time?"

"Yup, the rest of the time you look like a badly constipated man with a stick up his ass, and his balls tied up. Then there's the times when you appear to be high or drunk way beyond your limits, which is actually really funny considering you're a six-foot talk giraffe-man."

"Hold up, we've known each other a couple weeks, how the hell have you seen me wasted? Oh and I'll have you know I am 6'4 bitch."

I laugh and wrap my arms around him in a friendly manner, which ultimately stuns the both of us. I really need to keep track of my actions.

I count to ten mentally in my head and then reluctantly let go and move away. Andy smiles at me before grabbing my laptop and logs into Netflix. He scrolls through the list of horror movies asking me which one we want to pick. Apparently we're watching a movie.

I realize something as Andy settles on "the Conjuring", I'm falling for Andy Biersack. The real man behind the singer I fell for. And I'm falling hard.

Notes

I loved this update! I also want for this love story (since it is a love story) to be slow, meaning the two people fall in love gradually but don't actually start dating for awhile