The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
He didn't hesitate
I looked at the number. It rang again. My heart was pounding as I slid my thumb across the screen. “Hello?”
“Hello? Is this Gwyn? It’s Andy, Andy Biersack.”
“Andy, hi. You, um… you found me. You put me on your fucking Twitter. You went to my work.”
“Please, I just really wanted to apologize. I really want to see you again. Gwyn, I’m so sorry for not finding some way to deal with the situation better-“
“-No, no, Andy, it was my fault. You don’t need to apologize at all. Look, there is a lot you don’t know about me, but the very short version is that I am not well, Andy. My issues totally sabotaged me. And it could happen again. I am not like most people. I am trying to warn you, ok? Feel free to walk away, no hard feelings.”
“No.” He had not hesitated, not for a second. “When can I see you, where are you right now?”
I sighed. “I’m at home. But I need to shower and brush my teeth-“
“What’s your address?”
“Uh…”
“Please. I want to see you.” His voice had kind of squeaked a little, it was adorable. My heart was melting into puddles.
“Ok, do you have a pen,” *affirmative grunt* “it’s xxx address, etc, WA. I’ll just leave the door unlocked in case I’m still in the shower, ok?”
“Ok, it looks like that’s right near here! See you soon!” And he hung up. He had sounded so excited. Motherfucking ape tits! I had better hurry if he was nearby, my mouth felt like a snake had shit in it and I needed to shower and shave. Fucking piss!
4/15/17