Come Now and Imagine with Me
Cigarettes and Lyrics Made Me
-Andy's POV-
"Ash, where'd you hide my cigarettes this time?!" I yelled somewhat annoyed, searching underneath my bunk where I usually stored the packs. It was one of Ashley's hobbies to confiscate my "cancer sticks," as he called them.
"Wasn't me this time," he replied, walking up the tour bus hallway towards my bunk. "But thank whoever did, you've been smoking way too much this week. I know we just started touring again and it can get stressful with the lack of sleep and everything, but really, Andy, we've made five stops to buy more already. Enough is enough, and besides, it's terrible for your voice. You can't expect nothing to happen." I wanted to argue back and opened my mouth to do so, pausing when I saw Jake try to make a quick dash off the bus, holding my remaining pack. I shoved my way past Ashley and followed Jake off, growing more irritated.
"Jake, hand it over."
"You're not getting any more until the tour's over. I heard you coughing a few nights ago and it's gotten worse ever since. Whenever you sing, I can hear that there's something wrong, and I think Ash is right in terms of the dangers. Smoke your lungs out when we're not playing shows, but you can't let this affect your voice."
"I'm fine," I responded in defeat. It was true, I had been coughing ever since we finished recording BVB 4, and it had only progressed since then. I thought I had kept it hidden well enough, though apparently not.
"How badly do you want the cigarettes?"
"Really bad."
"How much would you pay?"
"How much do you want?" Jake shook his head.
"We're not making any more stops for cigarettes when you're this addicted to them. You probably would have paid me a hundred bucks for this pack, wouldn't you? That's how dependent you are, you can't go a single day without a smoke. I'm throwing these out and telling CC and Jinxx not to let you have any." I was outraged. How could he?!
"You're fucking kidding me!"
"You wish."
"I'm an adult, you can't control me. It's my choice and you're acting ridiculous. Hand over the fucking cigarettes, they're mine."
"Not a chance," Jake spat back, and before I knew it, he had begun to run away with them, taunting me to catch him and take them back before he tossed it out somewhere impossible to recover the pack from. I jogged after him, but tired easily, due to yes, a coughing fit, which allowed him to get away with it. I bent over in pain, as my eyes watered, god, this one was worse than the last. It felt as though my lungs were burning, as if I was suffocating from the inside.
"Fuck you, Jake," I groaned, standing up straight when he returned, still clutching my stomach.
"You can't even run. How're you going to handle tonight's show?"
"I'm fine."
"You're dying. Literally." I glared at him, making my way back to the bus to get some rest. I really needed to lie down before going on stage tonight.
Notes
Title credit for the story-New Religion by BVB
Title credit for the chapter-Youth and Whisky by BVB
Hey guys, please comment and tell me what you think, I know this first chapter is short and probably not the most realistic, but if Andy's smoking was severe enough it could be. I was kinda nervous about putting this up on the Internet, but honestly, it's one of my greatest fears, and if we all beg Andy to at least try to quit, who knows, maybe he'll listen.
Update please
4/29/15