When we got to the bar CC came up to us, showing Andrew that Ashley was off flirting while I got myself a beer. Suddenly I heard a heavily accented voice from behind me.
“Excuse me, but what is a fine et vraiment belle fleur is doing in a tres sale place such as this?” It took my mind a moment to think back to high school french class. ‘Excuse me, but what is a fine and truly beautiful flower doing in a filthy place such as this?’
“J'ai peu-être comme le sale lieux du monde…” ‘I may be as dirty as such places of the world...’ I think I may have messed up my french up a little but hopefully that got the point across, and just incase it didn’t I felt Andrews lanky arm curl around my waist, pulling me closer to the not subtle at all man.
“Oh, excusez-moi mademoiselle. I was unaware that you were accompanied.” ‘Oh, excuse me miss. I was unaware that you were accompanied.’ The man curtly nodded at Andrew and left.
“That was not necessary you know.” I flashed the man an annoyed glare as he started to lead me toward the far corner of the bar. “So what? Are you jealous?”Andrew’s jaw tensed slightly and a glint of jealousy flashed through his eyes before he could hide it. “Oh my god, you are! Don’t worry, some idiot that speaks fancily won't be winning my heart that easily.”
It made me a little less annoyed to know that he had acted out of such an emotion. That’s not right, it’s hardly like we’re dating so why does it matter if he is jealous. Better yet, why is he jealous? I set aside the troublesome thoughts for the moment and turned my attention back to Andrew who was trying to cover his ass. “Sure, whatever you say. Anyways, don’t you have innocent girls to hit on like you're friend over there?” I pointed to Ashley who was now groping his not so innocent victim.
Andrew shrugged and I let out a brief sigh, gladly taking a swig of my alcoholic beverage. “So, aren’t you going to go traumatize some spry young men?”
“Nah, not in the mood. I want to get drunk.”
“Not get happy?” My mind darted back to the night we met.

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“Woah, don’t you think you’re drinking a bit fast there?”
“Oh piss off, I’m here for two things: to get drunk and to get happy.” After basically yelling at the stranger I finally turned to face them, seeing that is was a tall handsome man about my age with a beautiful black lionsmane. He had skinny jeans and slight eye makeup, giving me the feeling that this man put more effort into his appearance than me, though that’s not hard to do seeing as I don’t give a fuck. “Huh,” was all I could say.

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“No, I’m to depressed for that.” I murmured as I was drawn back to reality. Andrew motioned to his ear, implying that he couldn’t hear me. “Nothing, I just am not in the mood to screw some stranger.”
He nodded and took a long gulp of his beer, downing half the drink in an instant before setting it down and heading back to the bar. He returned a moment later with a bottle of rum and two glasses. He handed one glass to me and poured the brownish liquid into both. It didn’t take long for me to get a nice buzz going, and when that happened I called it quits.
“Wanna accompany me back to the bus?” Andrew nodded, took one last swig of rum, and motioned for me to take the lead.
We made our way back to the bus pretty quickly, stumbling in to find it pretty empty. And dark. It looked like everyone had either left or gone to bed. Andrew pulled me to the kitchen, in some sort of spontaneous fit. He pressed me against the fridge and held my right hand steady in midair. Slowly the handsome man brushed his jaw along my knuckles, just barely making contact as his head moved about almost as if in some ritual of its own. I stared at the intoxicated man, mesmerised by his fluent and elegant movements until he finally paused and looked up at me. I felt his crystal blue eyes burn into my own until they quietly rolled closed.
Then Andrew kind of just… collapsed. I gasped at the sudden change, kneeling in front of the man to take his pulse. It was steady, thankfully, leading me to believe that he was just really drunk. I hoisted the man over my shoulder and dragged him to his bunk. Unfortunately his bunk is above another, meaning I couldn't lift his heavy ass up and into the thing. Eventually I gave up and just dumped the man on the couch before I headed back to get ready for bed…
What just happened?

Notes

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Authors Note: (long and slightly pitiful): I hope I didn't offend anyone with my last side note or even with my last chapter. In all honesty I have never written a fan fiction about a real person before, I have never written this long of a fan fiction before, and I also have never published something related to such a huge fandom before, so I really like the chances to have input from people that actually take the time to read my shit, even though some may view that as lazy or whatever. So all in all: I'm sorry if ch 32 offended some people, that was never my intent. I just want to write a story for whoever is willing to read it.