I quickly made myself into bathroom. I turned on the sink hearing the splash of the water coming down the faucet. I put my hands into the water and splashed it straight onto my face. Feeling the cool wetness on my face made my anxiety level go down. It made me feel better, a relief. I grab a small towel from from the rack, drying my face off. I put the towel back where it came from and opened the door to the bathroom and made my way back to the living room.

"I'm back again", I say acting if I were in the best mood ever. I plopped down back onto the couch. After about forty-five minutes into Supernatural, I got bored and went onto my phone. I decided to go to play a game, to pass time. I was shot back into reality when I heard the door closed in the bus. It was Andy, looking drowsy in the eyes and his voice was deep and raspy. "Hey there sleepy head. Did you sleep well"? I say to Andy. He nodded. My eyes go back down to my phone in boredom. I see Andy's feet as I look down as he passes me. He then sits down next to me. As he sat down, I feel my heart start to race at a quick beat. I look through my peripheral vision and suddenly see Andy trying to make eye contact with me. My heart began to beat a lot faster, and made me blush. He kept staring. I couldn't take anymore so I decided to step outside to hide my embarrassment.

When I was finally outside and the door was closed, I let out a deep breath of relief. I press my back against the side of the bus, and sat down to not just get away from things, but to also think as well. I believe this wasn't going to get any easier, but I had to deal with it. I mean, why would a man love a girl with scars? Is this even possible? I think to myself. I shook my head back and forth because I feared that he would regret ever feeling this way. I wasn't sure if he really did feel the same way as I do with him. But, I did have a feeling. My semblance was unappealing. I sigh in confusion, because just all these things running through my mind, that I honestly tried my best to hide and lock them away. But, of course it never works.

I gasped in surprise as to see the bus door come open ans saw Andy climb off the bus, standing right next to me at that very moment. I stare into his crystal ocean blue eyes and see something was bothering him.
He then spoke up. "Hey there". "Hey", I say in return. Andy decided to sit down next to me again, as of earlier. He lit up a cigarette, and inhaled the smoke and puffed it out. He was a caring and gentle person, I could see that through him. "Is something bothering you"? "You've been acting a little strange lately". Andy asked me. I'm acting strange, he sure couldn't keep his eyes off of me just five minutes ago, I say in my mind. "Uh, yeah, I'm doing pretty well", I lied. I could tell Andy could see that I wasn't telling the truth either, I could feel it. "Listen, I know something is getting to you, you haven't been acting the same lately". I sigh in despair. I let my head fall back onto the bus, knowing he was going to find out sooner or later. I was ready to give in. I blush deeply, thinking Andy knows what exactly is going on. "I-I uh, I don't think I can say". I blush uncontrollably. "Bre, you know you can tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone", says Andy. I bite my lip of nervousness. "Well, you see... the thing is that I-
"Hey you two, come on back inside, it's dark out here, and we still have to get Breanna to her house for her to pack her things. I was interrupted by Ashley, thank goodness for good timing. "We can talk about this again later", Andy said to me standing up. My breath hitched after that. Maybe he'll forget? Who knows?

Andy and I head back inside, so I can get ready for what I've been preparing for what I should been a long time ago. I honestly wanted to move out, but my mom would never let me, even if I was almost eighteen. It was an unthinkable feeling to see myself living life in a peaceful, perfect way with my favorite band. But hey, you only live once. It was late Saturday night, and I knew for sure my mom wasn't home. She never is on the weekends. It took us about twenty minutes to get back to mu house.
I glanced out the bus window, and shockingly to see my mother's car still here. I grunt in frustration. Out of all the days in the year she just had to stay home this one night.... just my luck. This was going to be difficult. I don't even know, maybe not. All the lights were off in the house, as I can see from outside. My mom is usually passed out on the couch at this time of night. She's a pretty heavy sleeper too. So I think I had a chance to get the hell out of there quick enough. "Well, this is it", says the bus driver. I let out a big breath of worry. I guess everyone was here to reassure me. "I'll be right out", I say as I walk out of the bus door. I asked them if I wasn't out in the next ten minutes to call the cops. They all apprehended. I cross the street to my house, and stand in front of it to take in one last look of where is soon to be my past, a faded memory. Oh boy... here we go.

Notes

Here's a long chapter for everyone. I'm gonna try and start making my chapter's a bit longer, I hope everyone loves this as much as I do. Have a wonderful day/night, lovelies <3