Happy (Andy Biersack love story)

A million things run through my mind as I storm off in the other direction. Here a fucking week and this shit happens? My date is a murder, and my best friend if a fucking douchebag?

"Let me explain!" Says Andy chasing after me trying to get me t o stay.

" explain what that you kill people?" I say snapping around in my heals.

"I never killed anyone!" He yells at me.

"You have a minute to explain yourself" I say folding my arms across my chest.

"There was a girl" he breaths.

"Okay?" I say.

"Me and Braden used to be best friends. Until ivy came along. She used to live in your apartment. Braden and I fell in love with her, at the same time. And I won the fight" he says with a single tear streaming down his porcelain face "but I wasn't the person I was today".

"Who were you then" I ask wiping the tear.

"A drug addict" he says with pain in his eyes "She thought I was dangerous, and she liked the rush. She started doing them with me. I filled her needle one night, but I was on something myself. It was too much for her small body Fawn. When i finally came through. She was already gone".

He cries more now. The subject is so much more painful for him to talk about and more easy to forget. He did technically kill the kill, by it wasn't his fault. I guess it kinda was, I mean he did enable her.

"You look just like her Fawn, maybe even more beautiful" he says "but you're not like her at all, your sweet, and nice, and kind. She was nothing like you" he says.

"You don't do drugs anymore?" I ask.

"Ive been clean for six months" he says.

"When did it happen?".

"A year now" he says "look, I better go. This is probably a lot to take in all in one night".

"You're not going anywhere" I say.

"What?" He says his eyes looking hopeful.

"We are going to go to my apartment and watch movies. You are upset, and bad things happen when people are upset now lets go" I say.

I take his hand and lead him to the elevator and then unlock my apartment. Or should I say her apartment. It hurts to know that he loved the girl , just like me. It's kind of ironic that we look the same and lived in the same apartment. Is it wrong for me to believe that he's living through me?

It's not ridiculous. Why would he even go out with me if I wasn't for those reason? It's probably the same thing with Braden too. He was probably trying to get close to me just so he could get a chance with her through me. Was a silly to think that anybody could actually love me?

Still, I'll be there for Andy. He is in remorse for his loss. And I'm a nice person right or at least I try to be. The world is f***** up. Look what happens to me when I try to be happy.

" are you okay?" Says Andy.

"Im fine" I say looking down.

"Can I say something?" He says.

"Go ahead" I say taking two mugs from the cabinet "coffee? Tea?.

" Coffee please. I can't help but think I fucked everything up. And Fawn I didn't even think you look anything like her. I thought you are much more beautiful than anyone I've ever seen. You are so much nicer and kinder than her. She would have never done this, she would have never seen how upset I was. She would have let me go home alone to do who knows what. Thank You Fawn" he says taking my hands.

" so what you're trying to say to me" I say angrily " is that you didn't see an ounce of your ex fucking girlfriend in me. What you're trying to say is that you didn't think of her when you walked into this apartment. That you don't see me and her. And that I'm better than her. Sell it to somebody who believe you Andy because I don't. Andy Andy, we will be nothing more than friends" I say calmly and yet getting my point across.

He breathes deeply and thinks for a while " come here fawn" he says desperately "please.".

I'm hesitant but I walk over to Andy. He pulled me close into his arms and I feel his warm love around me. He disobeys me and lays his head in my chest. I groom his hair and breathe deeply. He looks up into my deep brown eyes and I look up into his clear blue one. And he kisses me, slowly and then deeply. We only stop for air. We need each other. We need each other more than we ever needed anything, more than air, and more than life itself.

I lead him to the bedroom. I know it's not right. We both know it's not right. But I don't exactly care now do I?

Notes

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