The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Gwyns POV*

I was being a horrid bitch, I felt bad. But if Andy had one more cigarette in my car and didnt give me some, I was going to scream. Scream louder than Andy, scream loud enough to bring the Valkyries flying down from Valhalla! Surrounded by ravens, they would (naturally) impale his mega-hot body on their spears, hopefully causing him to lose his grip on one of the aforementioned cigarettes, so I could, you know, take it from him and finish it. Maybe make off with the whole pack

I had a nasty tic and punched the dashboard, grunting, and scaring the crud out of Andy, who had started to space out a bit when I had lapsed into a grumpy fugue. "Are you ok?" I shot him an irritated look.

I spoke rapidly. "No, Andy! I'm getting agitated from nicotine withdrawal and the impending situation, and the strain of suppressing the tics is hurting my neck, face, and jaw muscles. When we get to Longview I'll pop into a Fred Meyers and get some patches and some gum or something, but until then, Id appreciate it if you could bum me a cigarette and ask me more questions, please." Andy looked hurt, and instantly I felt bad.

"Fuck, Im sorry, nevermind, shit Im just really feeling it. But thats all that was, a tic from stress. Im trying really hard to suppress them so you wont be freaked out, and the strain is starting to become really painful. Im really sorry. Would you please grab me two of the ibuprofen from the bottle in the middle of that thing there?" I pointed at the little storage depression under the dash, by our legs.

"Only on one condition." I glanced at Andy. Uh-oh. He had 'that look.'

"No car sex!" I frowned. "Bad Biersack, bad! Please give me the ibuprofen!"

"No, hear me out! I want at least two solid minutes of kissing at the next rest stop". Hmmm Seemed reasonable.

"Just kissing?" He nodded. "Why, Hot-shot? What're you up to, hmmm? You have that satanic glint!" Andy laughed, and it made me smile.

"No satan necessary, its all-natural, that's just me when I'm happy, Doc! I just want some lovin! While I'm crazy about your sweet poontang and your pretty titties, Im not just about sexin, you know! So, will you pucker up? Get my ticker racing? I wanna make out!" He poked me in the hip. "Eh? Eh? Cmon, you love it too! I dont think we've ever managed to do that without having sex- let's try!" I waffled, wary still. "I'll give you ibuprofen and a cigarette!" Andy waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.

"You anus! Stop being so adorable, its sickening! Ill spew all over Plug!" Fuck, Andy was amazing. I felt so mooshy and squishy around him on the inside. It worried me, to be honest. I knew exactly what was happening. I knew what was bound to happen at some point after that, too. It always did, it was only a matter of time. But I had made my choice, however foolish. I buried those thoughts as far as I could, while Andy was laughing.

"I can't help it, it's the way I am, I guess you bring out the nauseating qualities in me?" He gave me the ibuprofen and opened me a diet coke. Oooh. Good boyfriend. Nyesss... Points for later. I swallowed the pills. "Did you need a cigarette? I dont want to-"

"-YES! Please." Andy offered me a disgusting, stinky, inferior Marlboro. He lit it for me, as I was driving. More boyfriend points. "Thanks, Hot-shot, you're a sweetie." He kissed me on the cheek just as I got a wicked nicotine rush that was more or less as awesome as an orgasm." Gughhhhh...." Andy wisely took it upon himself to have a cigarette at the same time, while I was less likely to try and steal it. "I feel a lot better, I should be less irritable once I have some gum or something," I said lamely. Being revealed as an addict that had lapsed was kind of humiliating. If he tried to take away my diet coke, we would really have a problem.

"It's ok. When did you start smoking?" I was totally uncomfortable talking about this as one of his questions. On the one hand, I felt like adults had a right to decide if they wanted to kill themselves slowly with carcinogens. But Andy was a public figure people looked up to. Shit, I didn't want to talk about this

"Is that on your list of questions? How many are left on that list anyway, if were supposed to do all of them?" I put my cigarette out in the ashtray, and got more stupid fluffy feelings when Andy picked it up and swirled it around, to make sure it went out in the soda. More boyfriend points!

"No, I just added it now, we're in the wrong category." Andy chuckled. "Can I add a little of your soda to the ash tray?" I nodded as he transferred soda and counted questions. "Um, theres, like, I dunno, maybe fifty questions left."

"Fifty?!? There are fifty questions left, and you want to do them all?" Fucking shit! Andy put his cigarette out and gave me an innocent look." How many have we answered so far?"

Andy fussed with his hair. Uh-oh. "Four."

"Motherfucking four?" Holy dicklord! I laughed. I wasnt mad, I guessed Andy was just fun to talk to. He nodded, grinning "Shitting anus! Ok, fuck, we will have to do this shit rapid fire, Biersack. Hold on to your cajones!"

Notes

mother fucking shit- i typed in this whole chapter, and just as i was finishing editing it, i hit some wrong fucking button, and erased it. fucking shit, i fucking hate it when i do that. fuck that. ugh. so i hope that this chapter is so super-awesome (kidding- but maybe someone, somewhere likes it?), as it was brought to you with much effort, crankiness, and expletives, haha! ;)

QOTD: any cool car trips recently?

i had this super-awesome answer typed up, that was deleted previously.

short version: not really, as i took a plane most of the way to aftershock 2015, so i guess that doesn't count. i drove really fucking far to pain in the grass 2015 and to see aiden , but i was by myself, and i feel like 'road trip' implies camaraderie and shit. plus i missed MIW at PitG (still not over it!)


*edit*. what the fuck? Where did all the quotation marks and apostrophes go? They were there last night! Seriously, sometimes, fuck this site sometimes I'd pay for a membership if it would help, I've said it before, seriously. I just tried to edit the shit back in but I'm on my phone. Hopefully the same shit didn't happen with everything else I updated last night, I wrote, like, four updates for all my stories last night. Fuck!

anyways, hope it's more readable now, sorry about that