Bullets in a Music Box

The last week has been absolute bliss. The tropical air of South America has been amazing and our drive through Central America has been wonderful as well. Tonight is the last show of Leg 2 of the tour and we fly back to LA tomorrow night. To say I am looking forward to a much needed break is an understatement, I need it to survive. Andy has not spoken a word to Ashley since the meet and greet, Ashley has all bust avoided me and Andy, and Charlie has begun to act weird. I don't know how to describe it, he's been sporadic, scatter brained, and is constantly in an irritated mood. A sigh left my lips as I turned from the balcony of the hotel room and walked back inside the air conditioned room. Andy was sound asleep on the bed and Charlie was off practicing with the band. I sat down on the chair by the window and grabbed my notebook from my bag. Might as well get a song written. As I wrote some lyrics on the paper, I found myself getting emotional. By the time I had half the song written, I had finally realized what I was writing about.

I threw the notebook and the floor and curled myself into the chair. I don't want to feel like this every time I think of Ashley; scared, nervous, upset. I want to have my friend back. I was too busy thinking to hear Andy wake up and climb off the bed and come over by me. I did realize he was there when he put his hand on my arm. My entire body jumped and I looked at him through my tear covered eyes.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"I'm terrified every time I think of Ashley. I just want him to be my friend, I just want my friend back," I cried and Andy wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.

"I know, so do I. But, we both know that can't happen right now," he said quietly and I sat there with my head in his chest, crying.

"Do you think we will ever go back to normal, I mean the band and the tour?" I asked.

"I hope we can after the break," he said.

"It just sucks because, Ashley and I used to, like that fan said, post pictures on instagram all the time. It was great. Now, I can hardly look at him," I said and Andy sighed.

"We have one show left then the break. After that, we can amend things," he said. I nodded and he let me go, partially, he still had his arms around me, just not as tight.

"I have a question," I said. He gave me those eyes that said 'go ahead.'

"Am I going crazy or has Charlie been acting weird lately?" I asked. He thought for a second before realizing something.

"He has been acting weird. But it's probably because he isn't getting any sleep. He's been at all of the meet and greets the last week, as well as the interviews, and he plays every night. He's sixteen, it's probably taking a toll on him," Andy said. I sighed and nodded.

"I guess, it's just weird. He's normally this bubbly, hyper as fuck, weird kid. Lately he's been irritable, snaps at people, scatter brained, and sporadic. Like, where is he right now?" I asked.

"I thought he was practicing stuff with the band for his mini set in LA on Wednesday," he said.

"Wanna go check up on them?" I asked.

"Why are you so worried? Jake, Jinxx, and CC won't let anything happen to him," Andy chuckled.

"I'm worried because I acted the same way at his age when I was drinking and was constantly hungover," I said.

"You drank as a teenager?" He asked.

"You didn't?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, but I didn't know you were that kind of teenager," he said.

"I am a bucket of surprises. But, I am gonna go check on them, you can come with if you want," I said and climbed off the chair to grab my shoes from the door. Behind me I heard Andy shuffling around and then his hand was on my shoulder.

"Fine, I'll come with," he said. I smiled and we left the room.


When we got to the place they were practicing, I saw Jake, Jinxx, and CC, but not Charlie. Jake was tuning his guitar, CC was sitting at his drum set, on his phone. And Jinxx was getting a drink.

"Hey Sadee, Andy," Jinxx greeted us with a smile.

"Hey, where's Charlie?" I asked.

"Ashley stole him to practice some bass like an hour ago," Jinxx said.

"And no one thought to let me know this?" I asked.

"Are you his mom now?" CC asked.

"No, but if something happens to him, Lauren is going to kill me, so is Tyler," I said.

"They're probably in Ashley's room," Jinxx said. I sighed and turned from them. Andy groaned from behind me and grabbed my arm.

"Let him be Sadee. He's sixteen, let him have some freedom," Andy said. I stared at Andy for a minute before sighing.

"Fine, but I'm going to call him," I said.

"Whatever," he said and then he sat down on a speaker and began talking with Jinxx. I dialed Charlie's number and waited. It rang and rang and rang before he finally picked up.

"Hello?" He said loudly.

"Hey Charlie, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Relaxing in Ashley's room, why?" He asked.

"Because Jinxx said you were practicing bass," I said.

"We were, but, then we decided to relax," he said. The way he was forming his words was different from what he normally does.

"Are you drinking?" I asked. He stayed silent for a second too long.

"No," he said, but he sounded unsure.

"Charlie! You are sixteen years old! This is not okay!" I yelled into my phone. How can he think it's okay to drink when he's sixteen? Especially when we are in another country!

"I'm fine," he said and I could her him stumble over something and say ow.

"But if you are drunk, which you clearly are, you can't play tonight," I said. He gave me the 'psh' noise and I groaned.

"For fucks sake Charlie, give your phone to Ashley," I said. There was muffled noises before Ashley answered.

"Yes Sadee," he said. He had that tone that just made me even more annoyed.

"I swear to God, if you are letting my sixteen year old nephew drink, I will do more than punch you," I said.

"He had a beer, that's it. I don't know why he's acting this way," he said. I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

"Do you think he'll be able to play tonight?" I asked.

"Absolutely not," he said. I groaned out loud and smacked my hand on the wall.

"Fuck," I said and shook my hand, that hurt. I saw Andy looking over at me and he was confused.

"I'll call Jon and see if I can play," he said.

"Do that. If I find out you've been letting him drink, you don't even want to know what I'll do," I said.

"I'm not stupid Sadee, he's sixteen" he said.

"I beg to differ Ashley. And you're right, he's sixteen, remember that," I said and hung up. The second my phone hung up, I let out a really loud yell. I heard footsteps behind me and then a hand on my shoulder.

"What happened?" Andy asked.

"Ashley fucking let Charlie have a beer and now he can't play tonight," I said. My head was throbbing and my hand was sore. I rubbed the side of my hand as I stood there.

"What?" I heard Jake ask.

"Ashley is gonna ask Jon if he can play tonight," I said and closed my eyes to calm down.

"How did he get that drunk off a beer in an hour?" CC asked. I shrugged and then realized how much my hand hurt.

"Word to the wise, never hit a wall with your hand," I complained and they all chuckled. A few minutes later, Jon came storming into the room with a pissed off look on his face. I was sitting on a stool with my hands in my lap, Andy was standing behind me with his head on my shoulder, and the other three were standing around us and we were talking.

"Ashley needs to stop fucking up," Jon said. I looked at him and raised an eye brow.

"Charlie can't perform tonight because Ashley let him drink, but I'm letting Ashley perform tonight, is that alright with you guys?" He asked. I shrugged and the others said their approvals and Jon sighed.

"How much did Ashley say he let Charlie drink?" I asked.

"He said something about a six pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade and like four beers," he said. My jaw dropped to the floor and I felt Andy lift his head.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked.

"No, why?" He asked.

"Charlie is sixteen years old. And I told Ashley if I find out he has let Charlie drink I will do more than punch him," I said. Jon shrugged and turned away from us.

"Don't worry, I'll help you," Andy said and I sighed. Ashley needs to stop pissing me off.



Waking up at four in the morning to catch a flight at six when you have only have two hours of sleep sucks. My eyes were threatening to close at all times, and my arms could barely carry my bags to the luggage area. Andy hand his hand wrapped in mine and he kept looking over at me. He didn't sleep, said he is going to on the plane. We went through all the bag checks and the security checks before they let us board the plane. I was sitting between Andy and CC. When we got to our seats, I sat down and thought about curling up, but I know that the flight attendants would frown upon that.

"I told you to wait to sleep," Andy chuckled and I looked at him with a death glare.

"Shut it Biersack before I hit you," I said and he smiled before kissing my forehead.

"I can't wait till we get back to LA," CC said. I smiled and looked at him.

"We all need a break, some time apart and maybe the next leg of the tour will be less fucking stressful," I said. We all nodded in agreement and then the plane took off.

When the plane landed seven hours later, I was groggy and still half asleep. Andy shook my shoulder to wake me up, but I groaned and curled into his shoulder. He chuckled and pulled me up from my spot and helped me off the plane and into the airport. We went through all the security shit before I actually realized what was going on. We are back in LA. Hell yes. We got our bags and were escorted out to a car that would take us to the studio, where all of our cars were situated.

At the studio, I walked up the Tyler's office because he requested to see me, and Andy. I knocked on the door and waited. Tyler opened it and smiled.

"Sadee, Andy," he greeted us and we both sat down in the chairs.

"What's up Tyler?" I asked.

"I want to know what actually happened with Ashley," he said. I groaned and dripped my head back. I am not talking about this right now, especially when I am tired.

"Didn't Jon tell you?" Andy asked.

"He did tell me that Ashley kissed Sadee, and then said something terrible, but I want to hear it from you guys," he said.

"I am tired as fuck right now, you do not want to hear it from me," I said with a glare.

"Sadee, I understand you just got off of a six hour flight, but i want to know the whole story, so I can know what to do with it," he said.

"Fine, Ashley kissed me and I was terrified that if Andy didn't walk back in, he wouldn't have stopped. Which got me thinking about my shitty past. Then, Ashley said I deserved what happened to me in the past. Of which I responded with a swift punch in his face," I said.

"Obviously it was more if you reacted the way you did," he said.

"I reacted the way I did because I trusted Ashley and I felt that he was going to do what my damn mother's fucking boyfriends did. That is why I reacted the way I did. I thought he would have fucking raped me," I yelled at him and he looked over at Andy before looking back at me.

"Calm down-"

"No, fuck you. I just want to go home and go back to sleep. Can't I have a peaceful two weeks? God fucking dammit!" I yelled and left the room. Sometimes I think he pulls shit out of his ass.

Notes

So yes, a few things happened, like Andy and Sadee had a moment, Charlie was caught drinking, Sadee hit the wall, and they went home! The next few chapters are of them at home, obviously. Hope you liked it!!

Question for you all! What should Andy and Sadee, and the band, do while on break for two weeks? I want your input, I will use your ideas!!!

Sadee's Outfits:
(San Jose)
http://www.polyvore.com/sadee_bullets_in_music_box/set?id=140180816

(Flight home)
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=140182974


Smiles! (As always!)