This whole thing with fans misunderstanding what happened in that interview is really getting to Andrew. He had been gradually getting more depressed since I told him to check twitter, and I was starting to regret ever telling him. He did his best to hide it, but I could still see the effects of this event. I was starting to get worried about him.

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We were sitting on the couch, watching a movie to tune out Ashley’s antics upstairs. I was leaned against Andrew when John came down the stairs, phone in hand. He left the bus and a couple minutes later he came in, a very annoyed look plastered on his face.
“Celestia, here. Please don’t tell fans to call me unless necessary.”
I took the phone and Andrew paused the movie. “Hello?”
“Hi. I’m, um, Sandra. You, uh, treated a couple cuts on me at a BVB concert a little while ago.”
She was the first fan that I had treated, I had noticed cuts on her wrists and pulled her away from the band to clean and even stitch the cuts. “Oh. Yes I remember, is everything ok?”
“Yes, yeah. Everythings fine. I just, uh… I wanted to ask if I could do an interview with you and maybe Andy Biersack…”
“Um, I don’t know if this is the best time. Fans don’t exactly love me right now.”
I glanced at Andrew who mouthed ‘who is it?’ I waved my hand dismissively and went back to talking to Sandra.
“Actually… That’s actually why I wanted to do an interview. I mean, you helped me more than you know and I… Well, I wanted to recount that story and publish it on the internet to try and clear things up a little. It’s just that I don’t think you're a mean person or anything, and I’m betting that that interviewer was being rude for you to have done that, so…”
“I really appreciate that. Could I talk it over with Andrew and then call you right back?”
“Yeah, sure.”
I quickly ended the call and turned to a very curious Andrew. "That was Sandra, the first fan I treated. She wants to do an interview with us to try and show that I'm not a bad person."
"Really?" I nodded. "Ok, yeah. Hell yeah. Let's go to a shop or something so we can skype her or whatever."
I nodded and dialed the last number in John's phone. Sandra's timid voice answered, "Hello?"
"Hi Sandra. Me and Andrew think that would be a great idea and we wanted to know how you would like to do the interview?"
"Oh, uh, would you be able to skype me? That way I could record everything on my end and then publish it without you having to send me anything."
"Yeah sure, we would just have to make sure we have wifi when you want to skype. When would work for you?"
"U-um. Any chance you could do it not?"
I mouthed 'now?' to Andrew, who simply nodded in response. "Yeah, we have to go to a local shop that has wifi, then I'll be able to call you on skype. What's your skype name?"
The girl gave me her skype name then ended the call. I returned the phone to John and grabbed my laptop before heading out with Andrew in tow.
Hopefully this will cheer that oh so empathetic man up a little. Maybe it will even solve the problem. Eh, whatever.

Notes

Thanks for the comments, this story will probably come to conclusion within the next few chapters then I'll start the one shots. Feel free to comment and enjoy.