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Courtney's POV:

I lay in between Andy's legs, leaning back against his lean chest. His hands idly played with strands of my hair while he filled me in on this past week's information.

I had yet to be discharged from the hospital; the doctors repeatedly claiming that since I had miraculously survived my suicide attempt (something they still found odd and intriguing), the nurses insisted on my stay. Monitoring and keeping close tabs on my health, both physical and mental.

After waking up, I had felt better than I had in ages, the nosy and frightening voices gone from my subconscious, hopefully permanently. My appetite was strong, but I was sadly limited to bland foods due to my lack of eating during the past few weeks prior, but overall I was gaining back my strength. My heart rate was strong, despite my original low-blood pressure, but it wasn't really a concern for the doctors. In all honesty, all that worried them was how I managed to awaken so quickly and easily. Which I couldn't explain, yet I just knew that my survival was my own doing. My own choosing. My destiny, if you will.

"I'm so proud of you babe," I gushed, praising my boyfriend for the success on their new record.

He laughed and pressed his lips to my temple quickly, "thanks, Court. I'm just glad that you're feeling better."

I rolled my eyes, "stop changing the subject, asshole."

Andy raised an eyebrow, "now I'm an asshole?"

I giggled, poking his nose affectionately, "yes, but you're my asshole."

Andy pressed his lips to mind, ignoring my sarcastic remark. I twisted in his lap, pressing my palms against his chest and leaning into the kiss. Our lips moulded perfectly to each other, gliding smoothly against the other. I wound my fingers through his dark hair, lightly tugging on the ends, making him growl deep in his throat. I smiled into the kiss, pressing my lips even harder against his. Andy wrapped his arms around my waist tightly, hugging my slim frame to his own. Just as I was about to deepen the kiss even more, the door opened, followed by a chorus of laughter and masculine voices.

Andy and I both groaned in annoyance in unison, breaking apart as the guys strode in, gaping suddenly at our intimate position. I rolled my eyes and twisted in Andy's grip, turning to face our current intuders.

"Great timing guys," Andu grumbled, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"Dude, my sister, my money paying for the goddamned hospital room. I can come and go as I please," Ash remarked snidely.

"The timing could use some improvement though, don't you agree?" I piped in.

They all shrugged, nodding to themselves in agreement.

"So, surprisingly, there is a reason that we're here. We've got a few months, but well, Warped begins in June, and we've got the Black Mass tour also coming up, so..." Ash trailed off, leaving the unspoken question floating in the suddenly tense air.

Andy gently squeezed my hips, kissing my collarbone, making Ashley gag in disgust. "Baby?" He questioned, "what do you think?"

"Umm, what about?"

"well, you can come on tour with us, if you want to of course. But it's entirely up to you, and of course you'll need to speak to all your teachers, but I'm fine with it," Ash explained, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, "you morons, of course I would want to go on tour witn you! That's only be my dream since I was like, ten!" I squeal in excitement, practically bouncing.


"Really?" Andy asks eagerly.

I nod, smiling broadly, as Andy kisses me again, the sound of the guys disgust echoing through the room.

Notes

Short, filler chapter, but I'm at a bit of a stuck place. I could end this story 2 ways, and begin the sequel based on either of those ideas.

Q: do you want the sequel to start with loads of drama, or would you rather it lead into it slowly?