Angel from hell

Before I knew Andy, I only had about 10,000 fans. Excuse me, Automatic Loveletter. But when we announced we were dating, our fanbase grew. And he's gotten me so famous. If he breaks up with me, everyone will hate me. I can NOT let this happen.
I was almost done with my first pack of cigarettes. I was on my third to last beer, and I've only been here 45 minutes.
Trevor's P.O.V:
Andy sat there. Tears in his eyes. Him looking on his phone. Since he was turned forward and sitting forward, I peeked over at his screen.
Seeing juliet at the top of the screen, I sighed. I looked at the last message, saying "I love you too. I'm so sorry for everything. I need one of your kisses right now, come back please." I was enraged, I couldn't take this anymore.

"FOR FUCKING FUCKS SAKE!!" I said while standing up. Andy looked at me.

"YOU LOVE THAT SON OF A FUCKING BITCH THAT IS USING THE FUCK OUT OF YOU? IM SORRY ANDY BUT YOU CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND HER, BECAUSE I CANT LIVE HERE WITH THAT BITCH WHO IS USING YOU FOR FAME!"

"Her." He said quiet enough to be a whisper. I.. I was shocked. My eyes widened.

"I uh, excuse me?"
He stood up and walked closer to me, bent down so he was only an inch apart from our faces.

"Her." He clarified, louder this time.

"Alright." I stared into his tear filled eyes. he was so broken.

"I love you Andy." His eyes widened and his face relaxed, he stepped back and looked down.

"I don't know where to go." I said whining a bit, trying to hold back my tears.
He looked back up at me.
"Don't go." He whispered, shaking his head.

I sighed, "Andy, I can't watch you kiss her every morning knowing what she's doing."

He nodded. "Help me, okay. When she's here I'll break up with her." He looked up. He stayed in that position: his arms crossed, his head up facing the ceiling, his legs together. My eyes locked on his face.
He didn't look angry, nor sad. Just serious. He looked like he was thinking. I stood there watching him, a loss for words. All I could think about was last Saturday. Either the best, or worst day of my life.
The concert was amazing. Me and Athena were dancing to the first song, and once Andy came out, I was pretty starstruck.
After the concert, I had to go to the bathroom pretty bad. Searching every hall and every floor of the venue. I looked to my left. A super dark hallway I saw. Walking down it and finding a room, I entered. The room very bright, and the walls blue and orange and mirrors on every corner of this room.

I think I was too lost in my thoughts, because when I came to, Andy wasn't in front of me anymore. I looked around. I went into the kitchen, he wasn't there. I went upstairs to his bedroom, no sign of him. Looking through every room and bathroom, he wasn't there.
I finally looked outside. I looked to my left and there he was sitting on the porch swing.
I joined him.
"Took you long enough." He said as I sat down.

"I got lost in my thoughts. I'm sorry. I was taken back to last Saturday. I still remember everything that happened."

"I hate myself. You know that?" He said, his eyes not meeting mine, just staying locked on the house across the street from his.

"I didn't. You've always said how much confidence you have." I said matter-of-factly.

"People lie. I lie. I hate myself for killing her."

"Andy, it was an accident." I couldn't believe it. This has really tore him apart. He's broken inside, but he stays strong for other people. For his band. For Juliet. For his fans. For... Me.

"I know. But I can't tell anyone. The guys are starting to hate me because I won't tell them what's bothering me. And now I hear that Juliet is just using me. She's brought me up so high, that it's hard to unlove her."

"I understand. Andy, I'll always be here. I'll never leave you." I said. I really wanted to mean it but,

"Bullshit. If your dad isn't found guilty, then you will have to live with him, without your mother." He said, and finally looked at me, tears building up in his eyes, "He might hurt you so much, and eventually.." He couldn't finish that sentence, "But if he is found guilty, you have to be in foster care. God knows where you'll go. Maybe even to a different country."

He was right...
"Andy, can we please go inside." I said standing up and entering the house. I turned around to see him closing the door behind him.

"You're right, but what I mean is that you can always ca- never mind, I don't have a phone anymore."

"Um, we can get you one later, I'll just put you on my plan."

"No I can't have you paying for it-"

"It's fine." I smiled.

"We will always be friends. We will talk everyday if you want. And if I stay with my dad, whenever he's at work I'll come over." He walked closer to me. He stopped when he was about 6 inches from me. He wrapped his arms around my hips. He held me tightly.
He unwrapped his arms from around me. His eyes met mine.
Andy's P.O.V:
I don't. She's 16. I don't have feelings for her!

Notes

This was mainly a filler. Not much happened in this chapter, but hope you enjoyed!