They Don't Need to Understand (Andley Love Story)

Andy's P.O.V.

I lay in my bunk on the bus, Ashley said he wasn't feeling good and didn't want to get me sick if he was catching anything. I try to sleep but I can't force myself even if I tried. I usually don't pay attention to comments that haters post but this one really has me worried, and that's not something that happens often.
I always knew you were a gay fag, Ashley too. You both deserve to be hunted down and shot, you are abominations to society! If you come anywhere near Knoxville, I will personally find you and kill you myself, that's a promise and I'm not one to break promises, especially when it comes to fag hunting, it's my favorite sport you know.
I toss my phone and try to not think about the fact that our next stop is pretty damn close to Knoxville.


Ashley's P.O.V.

My poor baby is restless, I can hear him tossing in his bunk. I wish I could get over this bug so I could cuddle him. I hear something hit the floor and see it's his phone. I don't want to be nosy, but I pick it up and to my luck it's still unlocked. Instagram? I look at the comment this hater just posted. How dare he threaten me and my love!? No wonder he can't sleep.
-DING-
His phone goes off and I expect him to come grab it, but a closer listen and I hear his soft breathing, and I sigh in relief that he fell asleep. I see the new comment.
HEY! @countryboi4eva, you read this and you read it good! I, along with millions of other BVB ARMY members, yea you read that right you lil punk ass bitch, they have a fucking army, but we love that these two are together and HAPPY! Unlike you and your small minded self, we accept them for who they are, and do you know what they are? SAVIORS! They have saved so many lives with their music and encouraging words! They helped people realize it's okay to be different, and that they aren't alone! They have worked their asses off to achieve their dreams, they struggled, but they got their. Now they get to live their dreams every day while you sit your fake ass behind a computer and bash people that you don't even know, people who did nothing to you. So I suggest you hop your hillbilly Southern ass off the Internet and go be the ignorant redneck piece of shit that you are, and while you're at it, go tell your mama what you are doing and pray to your God for forgiveness for your horrible and atrocious actions. Oh and one more thing, if I find out anything happens to them, even they are nowhere near Knoxville, I will personally find a way down there, and I will find you, and it won't be pretty. I too make promises, and like you I don't break promises either, and when you threaten the lives of my heroes it's personal, okay? Thanks, BYE!
I stare in shock at the amount of anger this person has because we were threatened. I don't normally do this, but I click on the profile and see it's the girl from the Chicago show! Her words from that night pop into my head as I use Andy's phone to send her a response on the photo and private message.
@Brookie95, you once thanked Ashley and I for being in a band, and now we want to personally thank you for sticking up for us. Rock on!
I close out of Andy's Instagram and place the phone in his bunk before rolling over and going to bed.


Brooke's P.O.V.

"Brooke!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I can't believe this is actually happening, "HOLY SHIT!"
"What is your fucking problem?" my boyfriend shouts at me
"Andy, and, Ashley just..." I couldn't form words
"awwwwwe, did they break up?" he says all sarcastic to piss me off
"No!" I shout at him, "They just personally thanked me for sticking up for me."
"Yea right, you're fucking dumb for believing that it was actually them."
I roll my eyes and stare at my phone until he snatches it out of my hands and throws it across the room.

Notes

For Brooke's Story go read my other story: Left Broken.
Brooke's name in that story is Chloe...