Be My Bad Boy

I nodded, still not convinced. How could I tell the guys about this? Of course, it made sense with Frank spelling it out like that.
"Hannah," he said as I was leaving. "At the moment, you are more of a liability than an asset to that band."
It was as though he could read my thoughts.
When I got back to the car, Andy was playing on his phone. I banged on the window and he jumped in fright.

"How'd you go?"
For a moment, I thought about telling him everything. Well, the bit about me being a liability to the band anyway. I really did think about telling him, and usually I'm not a coward but, as I looked into his blue eyes, so full of concern, I couldn't say anything to sever this connection. I'd think about it and tell him later.
"He wants me to go to his place by the beach. He says it's pretty secluded but I'm not sure. Do I want to go to a secluded place down the coast? It could be really scary." Secluded means axe murderers can get you, and your body isn't even found for months.

"Sounds like paradise to me." Andy grinned and brushed his hair out of his face.
"You need a haircut," I said.
"What? Cut the famous Andy Biersack hair? Have woman all over this city fall into despondency? This hair is my fortune, babe. It's my ticket to pantie town."
I slapped his arm. He could be so cheesy sometimes.

"Why don't you come with me?" I asked, without thinking about all that entailed. "Oh, that's probably not a good idea, right?"
"Why not?"
"You're busy and you don't want to be stuck in the middle of nowhere."
"No, no. It's perfect. We don't have any gigs until Saturday and I can drive back for that. And I've got some new songs I've been working on. Some peace and quiet at the beach is exactly what I need."

Notes

I know it's short, but I'm trying to keep this part concealed for a bit. C;;