*~*Ashley's POV*~*
I wake up the next day, Andy holding me tightly in his arms. I smile tiredly and shut my eyes again, drifting back to sleep. What seemed like seconds later, I was startled awake by Andy who jumped on me. I looked up at him with wide eyes, and he just laughed at me. “A-Andy...What the hell?” I said, trying to hide my blush. Andy laughed again. “Awh, Ashie is blushing..” He sang. I rolled my eyes and sat up, him still on me. “Do you plan on getting off me any time soon, Andrew?” I said, too damn tired to put up with his morning mood. Andy just shrugged and looked at me. “Fine. I know what will get you off.” I said. “Whats tha- HAHAHA!” I started grabbing his sides, tickling him. I was lucky that I knew every single one of his weaknesses. Andy was a laughing mess. I tickled him until I was able to push him off, then I stopped and got up. Andy just sat there on the bed on his knees, failing at what he called a pout. His bottom lip sticking way out, his black lip ring was not helping him at all. I looked at him and tilted my head. “What?” He sat there pouting, silent. I sighed and walked over and sat next to him. “Yes?” Andy then got a sly smirk on him and kissed me then quickly pulled away. “That's all I wanted!” He laughed. I blinked. “Then come here.” Just as he was about to get up, I pulled him back down and kissed him deeply. I felt him chuckle a bit in the kiss, I smiled and pulled away. “There.”

Little did we know, once again, we had an audience. Ami and CC were once again, doubled over in laughter. “Oh my god!” CC shirked. “I think we'll just get rid of the cable and keep you two for entertainment!” Ami was on the floor by their bed, holding her side laughing. “I...Can't....Breath!” She shirked in between laughs. I rolled my eyes and grabbed some cloths before going to the bathroom to shower. “We have a show today Ash!” I heard Andy yell. “What time is it right now?” “10:30 am.” I sighed and walked back out, grabbed a different change of cloths, stage cloths, then went back to the bathroom. We had to start getting set up and everything at noon.
I got out and CC went in. I grabbed a bag and started throwing my hair products and make up in it, and a few extra strings for my bass. I have had moments in the middle of a concert where my strings brake. I went ahead and put CC and Andy's stuff in my bag too.

I looked over at Andy, he looked whiter than usual. I didn't know that was possible. “Andy..You okay?” I said, concerned. He nodded slightly. “I'm fine, Ash...Just tired.” I sighed and believed him. I was an idiot.

After everyone was showered and got dressed, we headed to the venue. Our last stop in California before going to the other side of the country to New York. On the way over, Andy looked even whiter. It scared my honestly. He tried walking past me on the buss but I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the couch by me. “Whats wrong?”Andy just shook his head. “Nothing, Ashley...” I wasn't believing that at all. Andy tried getting up but I pulled him back down. “What is it, Andrew?” Now that giraffe knew that I meant business when I called him by his full first name. He sighed and walked to the bunks, I followed him. Andy finally gave up and opened the curtain to my bunk. “I don't want to put up with the other three right now.” I understood and got in the bunk.
Once we get settled into the bunk, I kissed his cheek. “Okay, tell me.” Andy sighed. “Its just,...I dunno lack of sleep.” I hit his arm lightly. “Liar. What is it?” I lay a hand on his forehead. He was burning up! “Andrew!” I screamed and hit his arm. “What?!” He yelled back. “Your burning up! Its obvious your sick!” I said, pissed he didn't say anything. Andy rolled his eyes. “No I'm not. Your over reacting....” My fuse was growing shorter and shorter. “You have to talk to Jon and tell him you can't sing tonight.” Andy looked at me like I was holding a knife to him. “No! And disappoint all the fans? No way, Ashley. Please, just this one night. Then...If I get worst tomorrow, I wont play tomorrow night. Okay?” I sighed. “I...” I didn't want to agree but... “Fine...But tomorrow your ass is in bed, you aren't moving, singing, your staying in bed.”

Later that night, at the concert, I looked at Andy periodically, checking on him.
Near the end of the concert, on the beginning of the last song, Fallen Angels, his speech was getting slurred. “And..This Next..Song..” Thats it. I had Jinxx hold my bass and I walked Andy back stage. Once he hit back stage, he collapsed. I let out a yelp, worried. Jon quickly came up and took Andy. “Ashley, go. Do this last song then call it a night.” I fought Jon for a second then gave up and went. I explained to the guys what was going on, then we started playing. We played and played...Until I gave up and just started singing. “We're bored to death in Heaven, and down alone in Hell...” The fans started clapping and cheering. Saying “Go on Ashley!” and I even heard someone yell “AndLey!” I had no idea what that was, but I kept singing and playing.
Once the song was over I quickly put up my bass, handed it to the equipment people and rushed to Andy on the buss. I fought through the fans and paparazzi and got on the buss. Andy was on his bunk, coughing, as white as a person could possibly be. I sat on the edge of his bunk, laid a hand on his cheek. “My poor baby...” I muttered. Andy smiled weakly at me and laid a hand over mine. “I'm sorry Ash...” I shook my head. “No it's not your fault your sick. Jake, Jinxx, CC, and I finished it just fine. The fans totally understood.” I took the wet wash cloth they had on his forehead and freshened it up with cold water then laid it back on his forehead. “Now, is there anything I can do or get for you, Andy...?” I asked, giving him a smile I only gave him and no one else. “Well...There is one thing you could do for me.” He sang in his weak voice. “Whats that, baby?” Then next thing I knew, Andy pulled me down next to him and shut the bunk curtain. He hugged me close. “Stay here with me.” He murmured quietly.