Be My Bad Boy

He moved off me and I sat up. Beside us, the smashed pieces of one of the lights lay shattered on the ground.
"What happened?"
Andy didn’t answer though. He just walked off, leaving me dazed and aching.
Angie ran over and smoothed my hair.

"The light fell. Andy saved you. He hurled himself on top of you and shoved you out of the way as it was falling. Oh my god, it was so romantic. He saved your life, Hannah. You could've been dead."

Angie's words went in my ears but it took a while for my brain to process them. My head buzzed and I didn't know if anything would make sense again.

"Hey, what did you say? Andy Biersack? More like he'd push me into the way of danger."
"Seriously, he saved you. You'd be mush now. And I'm going to kill Peter. He should be making sure he's doing his work right instead of dicking around. I bet he was too busy perving on Andy's ass to do his job properly."

I figured I should at least thank him for saving me. Maybe it was just a gut reaction and he'd do it for anyone. I mean you don't want to see someone being splattered under a huge light, even if you don't like them. It'd be all messy and gross.
"Are you really okay?" Angie asked. "I don't want to sound like a bitch but we really need to get back to filming."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit dazed. I'll sit here and recover."
"Sweet. If you feel at all wrong, let someone know. We don't want you to end up passing out or anything. And what was it like, when he fell on top of you? Was it all sexy and rawr?"
It had happened so fast, there was no time to feel sexy and rawr. It just hurt. I rubbed my side. No ribs broken or anything. But my leg throbbed in a very different way from the pressure of his thigh against mine.
Peter had climbed scaffolding and adjusted the lights. "All ready to go," he called down to Angie. Then he looked at me. "Sorry."
Well he should be sorry. If I'd died, he'd have been sorry. I'd have sued his ass off, from the grave. Maybe I could sue him? That'd get me some ready cash. Only, who was ultimately responsible for these things? That would be the band, right. And who was the manager of the band… yikes. I'd have to sue myself and I so couldn't afford that.
The music started again and they got in place for filming. I pulled a bottle of water out of my bag and took a swig then settled back to watch.

Notes

I know it's short, but Im really busy right now. So I hope you like it cx