One Of The Guys

I ran off the stage, filled with adrenaline and with the biggest smile on my face. I turned around to see CC running after me, he picked me up and spun around while kissing me repeatedly.
"You. Did. Amazing." he exclaimed. I laughed and kissed him back. CC spun us around one last time before setting me on the ground.
"You fucking rocked it, [name]" Jake said while giving me a high five.
"We need to celebrate" said Ashley "because that was insane!" he gave me a friendly hug.
"There's a bar just next door" CC suggested "I'm sure if we left right now, we could get out before being swarmed by fans". Jake and Ashley nodded in agreement and they all started jogging towards the exit.
"Wait, guys, I need to grab my purse from my dressing room!" I called after them. CC stopped in his tracks.
"Do you want me to wait for you?" he asked.
"Not at all, I'll just be a second" I replied. "Have a shot waiting for me!" I giggled. CC ran back to me, gave me another kiss. "I'll see you shortly" he said. He ran after Ashley and Jake.
I practically ran back to my dressing room, hyped up with adrenaline. I couldn't believe I just sang for half the show! And people liked it! Smiling like a fool I opened my door to find....Andy. I sighed.
He was lying flat out on the dressing room table, staring at the roof with his hip flask still in his hand. I ignored him and started searching for my purse. After a minute or two, he spoke.
"I didn't rape you" he said in a monotone voice.
I turned to him, he looked at me. "Andy.." I sighed.
"I didn't rape you and you know it. No matter how angry you were, you shouldn't have said that" he sat up, or at least tried to sit up, ending up slouching with his elbow resting on the table.
"Okay, I'm sorry Andy. I shouldn't have said that. If I'd have know you would get like this, I definitely wouldn't have said it" I said making reference to his drunkenly drooping eyes and occasional slurred word.
"What are you talking about? I'm fine!" he hopped off the table, but his legs were like jelly and wouldn't support him. He fell to the floor, half-laughing half-groaning in pain.
"Okay, come on" I walked over to him, hands held open to help him stand.
"Get up, Tornado. It's time you got to bed"
He was standing now, with one arm drooped heavily over me, I made for the door.
"Tornado" he laughed. "I like that nickname" he drunkenly smiled at me. His breath smelt like whiskey and cigarettes.
"Don't think too much of it" I warned. "It was just a slip of the tongue"
He ignored me.
"Hurricane and Tornado" he mused. "I sweep you off your feet and you blow me away" he laughed. I looked him sternly in the face.
"That was one time" I said stiffly.
"Twice" he corrected, winking and making a crude gesture with his tongue on the inside of his cheek.
I tried to ignore him. I should have left him there. Why am I even helping him?
Because he helped me.
We reached the bus and I opened the door. Andy drunkenly stumbled in and I followed. I brought him to his bunk and helped him in. I brought him some water and left it beside his bunk, in arms reach. Now snuggled in the sheets, he looked up at me.
"I'm sorry, [name]. I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you" he said. His glittering blue eyes showed sincerity. I had no idea what to say.
"I know you think I'm an asshole, but I genuinely like you. In a way that I've never liked anyone before" he continued.
"Andy, you're just saying these things because you're drunk" I said "You don't mean it" he took my hand in his and stared me straight in the eyes.
"Yes. I do mean it. And don't let sober Andy tell you otherwise" my heart fluttered, my stomach did flips. Andy leaned closer to me, soft lips touching mine gently, like they never have before. I lingered for just a second before I came to my senses.
No. You're with CC. Stop.
I pulled away quickly.
"You should probably get some sleep, don't want to be too hungover for the next show" I stood up, leaving the downstairs sleeping quarters.
"Goodnight, Little Hurricane"
"Goodnight, Tornado"

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