Oh, Louisiana 2

*Louisiana's pov*

University was meant to change this. Yet here I am, rapped in bed sheets, smothered in hot-water bottles wishing that I could some how be better. Wishing I could be happier, cleverer, prettier. Wishing I could be everything I'm not.
One of the few privileges of being an orphan is that all my tuition fees are paid and I have a monthly allowance of money. My foster parents and I have an agreement, I get to have all the money I need on one condition. I never bother them, visit them or ask questions. When the social workers come round I have to pretend like everything is normal, then I get the money. I don't really mind about this agreement, Hannah and Spencer are douches anyways.
A loud bang echoed through the apartment, Andy always kicks the door open when he comes home.
"Can you see me through bloodshot eyes?!" Andy screamed. He has gotten back into his old ways, he smokes - a lot. His drinking has become worse too, he blacks out. I mean, that amount of alcohol and nicotine cant be good for you? He left BVB about a year ago now. One stupid mistake, he slept with a fan. But, of course people had photos of the fan leaving the bus at 2am and when Juliet found out she dumped him and never looked back. Black Veil Brides fell apart after that. First Jake left, then Jinxx, CC and the last we heard of Ashley he was getting back together with is old Motley Crue tribute band and touring Las Vagas.
I quickly wiped my face and tried to look like I hadn't been crying for the past hour. Andy stumbled in and flopped on my bed next to me. He stunk of smoke and whiskey.
"Lulu? Are you awake?" He slurred.
"Maybe, why?"
"Can you make me a pizza?" I chuckled and slid out of bed putting my quilts over Andy. I put his favourite pizza in the oven and made two coffees. When I opened the door, he was already snoring. His limp figure hugging the quilts almost made me cry. A sudden swoop of emotion swept over me and my knees started to shake. I really do love this man. I will never understand why he will poison his body like he does. Gulping the lump in the throat down, I placed his coffee on my bedside table. I left the room sipping my own and turned off the oven. When I entered the room again Andy was curled up even tighter then before. Slowly, I approached him and lay down. His cheep cologne was such a recognisable sent I could still smell it over the whisky. It was such an intoxicating mixture it was making me feel dizzy.
I closed my eyes and tried to get to sleep, but the 6 foot 4 hunk of man kept on wriggling around. His hand grazed mine under the quilt and he breathed in quickly. I now wasn't sure if he was awake or not, but suddenly his eyes snapped open. Those eyes - I can't even begin to explain them. Such a blue, not blue like the sky or the ocean. but their own colour. So piercing and light, it reminded me of every reason I fell in love with this man. Ugh.
His soft hand felt mine and held on to it tight. A soft smile graced his perfect lips. His eyes fluttered shut and he seemed to of fell asleep - for real this time.
Is he really this drunk? Will he even remember this in the morning? My mind raced at one hundred miles an hour asking crazy questions until I finally fell asleep at 3am.

Notes

My first ever chapter (sort of)!! I am so sorry for all of this :( Opinions? Suggestions? Love y'all and remember to comment and subscribe! xxx