Happy (Andy Biersack love story)

Fawn P.O.V

As if I wasn't embarrassed enough, as soon as I take my seat he takes the spot besides me. and just looks at me.

He looks at me carefully and calmly. He looks like he is thinking about what he is saying “Thank you” I say shyly looking out the window as it starts to rain.

“You're welcome” He smiles lightly.

His skin is a porcelain and blinding white, a contrast to his beautiful eyes. I love it. Though when he sees me looking he closes his toothy grin and shies away from me. Its sad to believe this boy could ever hate anything about himself, he is gorgeous.

“I'm Fawn” I say shying while putting out my hand for a thankful hello shake. He seems thankful for me breaking the awkward silence between the two of us.

The truth is I've always been an awkward person, I've never been good with people. I guess never felt the need to hang out with people and be a normal person. Or even if I wanted too I was way too sad to even think about leaving my bedroom, or bed for that matter.

Though, I kinda miss my friends. My best friend Lucy, Was always there for me. I can’t count the countless times that I would be over her house crying on her shoulder. She was quiet, thoughtful, and there even when there was nothing to cry about. I miss her a lot.

I return to reality when he takes his hand in mine and I feel the spark that rushes through my body with just one touch. Is this what they talk about? I mentally slap myself, I’m making a big deal out of a boy that I just met. He could be a completely bad person, or a serial killer who only paid my fare to get me into his clutches to kill me. Besides the fact that I don't know his name.

He takes my hand with a warm embrace “I’m Andy. What are you doing in New York?” He asks being sure not to flash another smile. This saddens me because I love his smile.

“How did you know I wasn't from here?” I ask.

“I just know these things” He says looking out the window. “the way you dress, talk, you're also pretty tan. right now and you're in rainy, cold, New york So I’m guessing your from on of the sunnier states” He responds.

“Oh” I nod in reply “I just moved here from California” I say.

“Why would you do that?” He says like I insulted him

“I needed to get away from things, its more like a personal journey” I say in my own defense,
He laughs a little and then nods “Trying to find yourself? Be in the city life? Get away from mom and dad”.

“Kinda” I say in a whisper "but I hate the city"

"Then why on earth did you move to new york?"

I shrug.

We stop talking for a while and before I know it my stop is here and I am ready to get off. That was the best bus ride of my life, I think to myself.

“I think your cute” Someone says from behind me.

“Excuse me?” I say as I turn around to see the one and only boy on the bus, Andy.
“I think you're cute” He says “I just wanted to tell you that, Because I get the vibe that you don't get you are, but you are”.

“Thanks” I say slowly and start to walk away even slower.

My heart beats fast because I don’t know what to say. I'm scared because I don’t know this guy, And he has been so blunt and straightforward with me. And I have the urge to tell him that he is as cute but I am so scared. So I walk away.

And that's when another phase of my existential crisis breaks in. What if I hadn't walked away so fast? could I have spent the rest of my life with this boy? Or has the whole direction of my life was just changed because of a couple steps.

When I reach the coffee shop I will be working at I change into my new uniform. First day on the job and I'm depressed already.

“Are you Fawn?” Says another girl brightly

She's dressed in the same uniform as me so I am guessing that we work together. She has the longest black hair I have ever seen, there fixed into bouncing curls and I smile. She had black everything, Makeup, Lipstick, and also a choker. But here bright blue angel eyes were shocking in contrast to her makeup. And her bring white smile told you how sweet she is.

“Yeah, I am” I say while nodding unexpectedly.

“Your shy aren't you?” She said smiling a little “We will have to fix that! I’m Bronte” She says while holding out her hand to me.

I take her hand and it is soft and warm. Her smile widens as she grasps my hand “I am your co worker, and I am going to show you the ropes around here. Welcome to Tim Hortons!” she says.

Bronte leads me around to various places around the store, showing me how to use different things like the coffee grinder, and coffee pot. teaching me how to use the espresso machine, and not stopping before telling me how to make the perfect cup of tea.
That's when he walks in. Is he following me?

I duck down behind the counter pulling Bronte down with me. If she didn't think I was crazy, she will think I am now. She gives me a peculiar look and then goes to say something but decided against it.

“What is wrong?” She asks

“Who the hell is that guy?” I yell in a whisper.

She looks up carefully and then laughs a little under her breath “That's Andy?” She says.

“I know his name he lender me money on the bus and then called me beautiful and I swear he is following me!” i say all in one quick breath.

“Really? You got Shy Guy to talk?” She says in an unbelieving way “don’t feel too special, He comes here everyday”.

“Yeah, we talked on the bus today and-”

“Hello? Is anyone here?” Says a too familiar voice from behind the counter.
shit.

Notes

Two updates in one day. Woah c:

Song of the update: Transatlanticism -Death Cab For CutI