I Was So Bitter, Till You Came Along
Thirty-One
The guys bounded off stage, and I tried desperately to keep my cool around John. All he knew was that Andy and I made up and that we were cool with each other, but he didn't hear what Andy said when he was in the bathroom. I was desperate for an answer; for reassurance, mostly.
"Hey uh.. Andy?" I asked. He looked over at me as he raised a water bottle to his lips, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Could we talk for a minute?" I asked. He nodded, and we walked all the way to his dressing room.
"What's up?" He asked as he closed the door behind us. I crossed my arms.
"Did you tell the fans we broke up?" I asked. He stayed quiet. I took his silence as a no.
"Okay.. did you tell them I was pregnant?" I asked. He stayed quieter still, and I gasped.
"You did!" I exclaimed angrily.
"Did you tell them about the abortion?" Andy sighed and rubbed his face.
"Did you tell them about the abortion?" I repeated angrily.
"No! I didn't, okay! I was so fucking cut up that I didn't want them to know; I didn't... ugh God I didn't want them to feel sorry for me. Don't you get it?" Andy asked. I stood up straight and stared him in the eyes.
"Andy... I'm sorry that I hurt you so bad... but that's not fair on my part-"
"Fair!? You dumped me over the phone and you're complaining whether anything's fair or not!? God, Casey!" Andy exclaimed. He glared daggers at me. I felt my eyes start to water and my throat close up.
"I love you," I breathed, stunning him and myself. He relaxed and made his way over to me as I covered my face in my hands and let out a sob. He wrapped me up in his arms tightly, and he planted a kiss on my head. I wrapped my own arms around him, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.
"You mean that?" Andy asked me. I looked up at him.
"Of course I do," I muttered. He suddenly grinned wide, and then he was kissing me with his familiar lips that tasted exactly like they always had. I melted into him, placing my hands on either side of his face. Andy pulled me impossibly closer, and I pushed myself into him just to be close to him.
He pushed me up against the dressing room wall, and he lifted me up off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he lifted my shirt up. We broke the kiss so he could remove it, but our lips were reattached just as quick as they had been apart. Andy's large hands were gripping my hips tightly, but then they were unbuttoning my jeans.
Then the door opened, and we heard a gasp. We broke the kiss and looked over at my brother, who looked very surprised.
"Ashley," I gasped in a small voice. Andy cleared his throat and set me on my feet. He picked up my shirt and I held it up against my chest.
"What the fuck is going on?" Ashley asked slowly. Andy glanced at me.
"Nothing. Nothing's going on," Andy said. I nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Hah. Right. Anyway... John's waiting for you, Casey," Ashley said.
"Where? Where is he at?" I asked.
"He's at his car. Having a smoke," he said.
"Thank you," I said, and Ashley left with a nod.
"I have to tell him," I said.
"Why? Why do you sound so panicked? We just kissed. That's all," Andy said.
"We're sorta dating," I said. I ran a hand through my hair and groaned.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed. I leaned against the wall, and Andy gripped my waist.
"Listen, it'll be fine. Just let him off easy and then give me a call," he said.
"He's my ride home, dipshit," I growled through my teeth. Andy chuckled.
"Then do it after he drops you off," Andy said. I rubbed my face.
"You think so?" I asked. Andy nodded.
"Yeah. Just go home, and then call me and maybe I'll make it over," he said. I smiled.
"Okay. I guess I should go or he'll get suspicious," I said. Andy nodded. I pulled my shirt over my head and Andy kissed me sweetly.
"Bye," he said softly. I smiled and opened the door, and I went to leave.
"Wait, Casey?" Andy asked. I turned around and raised my eyebrows.
"Yeah?" I asked. He grinned.
"I love you too," he said. I smiled and hurried back to peck his lips, and then I dashed out of the room and out of the venue. I approached John who smiled and put out his cigarette. He leant down and kissed me, and I wanted to push him away, but I didn't because I didn't want him to wonder if anything was wrong.
I cut the kiss short and rounded the car with a smile, and I pulled open the passenger door; I got in and buckled my seat belt up.
John drove me home, and he followed me up to the door as my stomach twisted into several knots.
"Alright. I'll see you soon. I gotta head out," John said. He pecked my lips and turned to leave, but I let out a frustrated groan.
"John, wait," I said. He stopped and turned around, and he looked at me with a face full of confusion.
"What's wrong?" He asked. I sighed.
"There's something I have to tell you," I said. He stepped back onto my mom's porch, and he looked down at me in concern.
"Andy and I... we kissed back at the venue," I confessed. John widened his eyes at me, and he took a step back.
"You cheated on me?" He asked, making me feel guilty.
"I-I told him I love him and he kissed me," I said. John pulled his eyebrows together.
"Do you love him?" John asked quietly.
"Yes... I do love him. I'm sorry," I said. John shook his head.
"It's alright. Just have a good rest of your day, Casey. See ya," he said, and he walked off, and that was the end of it. I stepped inside the house, and I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. I called Andy, and he picked up rather quickly.
"How'd it go?" He asked.
"I told him and then he just kind of left. I couldn't tell if he was mad or upset," I said.
"Well, do you want me to come over?" Andy asked.
"Yeah."
Notes
Another one. :) Enjoy!
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3/8/16