One Of The Guys

Grimy hands.. Stinking breath.. Touching me.. No. No.. So wrong.. Tight Grip.. Greasy hair.. STOP!
I jumped awake from my nightmare. My own screaming woke me up.
Where am I? Please not in Ronnies, please
I felt a chest underneath my cheek, which I had been sleeping on. I jumped and flailed about, trying desperately to get away, but two strong arms wrapped around me.
"Shhhhh... Shhhhh [name]. It's okay, it's me. You're okay"
I stopped still at the sound of Andy's voice and looked up to gaze at his soft, sleepy and, concerned face. I let out a sigh of relief and sank back down into the covers of his bed.
"I'm sorry, Andy. I was having a bad dream" I said.
"No, don't say sorry [name]. C'mere" he opened his arms, inviting me back into his warm, tattooed chest.
It was strange, I'm not going to lie. I mean, we were just friends who occasionaly had sex. Now Andy Biersack of all people wanted to be cuddly? I didn't resist, this kind of comfort was exactly what I needed after what happened the night before. I rested my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. All of a sudden, my cheek was wet.
Is that drool? Oh my god, did I fucking drool on Andy while I was asleep?
I lifted my head and wiped my cheek and his chest frantically with the sheets.
"Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry, I totally drooled on you, that is so gross, I'm sorry" I babbled.
Andy just chuckled and pulled me closer.
"Shhhh" he hummed. "Don't worry about it"
I rested my face in the crook of his neck and he placed his chin on the top of my head. I could smell his sweet scent; a mixture of aftershave, sweat and alcohol. It sounds gross I know, but somehow it was intoxicating to me.
"Lets just go back asleep, okay?" he wrapped his arms even tighter around me.
"You're safe here, remember?" he kissed my forehead before I nodded off into a nightmare-free sleep.
*
Andy and I were awoken by the sound of Ashley's voice bellowing through the tour bus.
"Hey, Romeo and Juliet, wake up. We've got shows to play, fans to meet"
Out of instinct, I removed my arm from Andy's chest and he released me from his embrace.
"Oh sure, jump out of each others arms, pretend like nothing happened. I didn't see anything" Ashley said sarcastically before laughing and heading out of the sleeping quarters, into the kitchenette.
I turned in the bed to face Andy. He had the cutest morning face ever. His long black hair all tousled and matted. Cheek red from leaning on the pillow. And his eyes, my god his eyes. Baby blue perfection, with light sleeping circles under them.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice even huskier than usual.
Memories of the previous night came flooding in. The drinking. The strip poker. The foursome with Andy, Brendon and, Amber. The photographer. The fight Andy and I had. Ronnie. What he tried to do to me. Andy coming to my rescue. It was all so much to handle.
"I've been better" I answered honestly.
"Do you think you'll be okay for the meet and greet and the show tonight?"
"I'll be fine. I couldn't possibly let the fans down"
"Okay, well I won't leave your side. And if it gets too much for you, just let me know and you can stop, okay?"
Why was he being so nice to me?
"Okay"
*
I love meet and greets. There's something magical about meeting someone who is so passionate and enthusiastic about our band. If anything was to put me in a good mood, it would be getting to talk to so many smiling faces. Andy stuck true to his word and didn't leave my side, sitting to my left. As the fans filtered through they made me smile and laugh, forgetting about the previous night's events.
A blue eyed-blond haired girl approached the table, she had a big smile on her face as she handed me her poster to sign.
"Hey there" I smiled at her.
"Oooooohhhhh My God! I can't believe I'm actually meeting you!" she squealed.
I laughed.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Alice" she responded excitedly.
"Well, Alice, thank you so much for coming out and supporting us"
"Can I just say one more thing?" she asked.
"Sure"
She leaned in closer, as if she wanted no one to hear.
"Don't tell anyone else, because I will be publically shamed, but I think you play guitar better than Jake" she whispered.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Awh, thank you so much!"
She smiled and waved before moving down the table to speak to Andy.
Next up was a young girl, she couldn't have been more than 14. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a BVB hoodie, it looked like she was alone. As she approached the table she was quiet and shy. She had all her BVB albums with her which we each signed. After getting her albums signed, she handed each of us a drawing of ourselves. They looked amazing, I was rocking out on a little cartoon guitar, it made me all warm inside.
I noticed as she handed Ash his drawing, the sleeves of her hoodie rolled up, revealing a bunch of cuts and scars. My heart sank. This poor young girl. I smiled at her sympathetically as she left. Ash turned to me.
"I feel so terrible for these kids. It's like they're cutting younger and younger, it's terrible, I wish I could stop it"
I sighed.
One of the last fans to meet us was a tan, curvy girl with black hair with blonde tips, who was VERY enthusiastic to meet us. She spoke so fast I wondered if she ever stopped to take a breath.
"OhMyGod [name]! Can I just say I freaking love you! You are so awesome. You literally remind me of the old BVB, when I first started listening and Sandra was still playing drums, because Sandra was sooooo badass and so are you! Gosh you two can really freaking play your instruments!"
I couldn't help but laugh at her mini-monologue.
Meeting the fans really put me in an amazing mood. I think we played our best show on Warped Tour yet that night.
*
Running off stage, sweaty and full of adrenaline after our set, the five of us high-fived after an amazing performance.
"We fucking killed it!" exclaimed Jake.
"Such a good crowd out there tonight" commented CC.
"Who wants some shoooooots?!" hollered Ashley.
Oh no. I cannot drink again. I can't revisit what happened last night.
I looked at Andy nervously and he looked back, understanding how I was feeling.
"You guys go ahead. [Name] and I are going to chill and talk about changing up the set for the next show" he answered for me.
I sighed a breath of relief.
"Okaaaaaay" said Jake "But you guys are missing out"
"It's alright, there's always the next time" I said.
The three guys ran off towards the nearest bar, leaving Andy and I alone.
"What are you talking about? Changing the set?" I asked curiously.
"Come on a date with me" Andy said, ignoring my question.
"What?!" I asked confused.
"Come on a date with me" he repeated.
"Come on a date? With you?"
"Yeah. I've been such an asshole since we first met. Now come on a date with me and I'll show you I can be nice"
I felt butterflies in my stomach. Was Andy really being nice to me?
I chuckled; "Okay, where are we going?" I asked.
"It's a surprise" he took my hand and pulled me to follow him.
"Come on Little Hurricane, follow me"

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