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Weeeelllllll......have another something-something to appreciate. Especially if you are having or had a shit Monday.

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CHAPTER 2 - I CANNOT HIDE WHAT'S ON MY MIND

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Word Count: 3,571

Content Warnings: swearing, smoking cigarettes (don't smoke kids), mentions of a previous toxic relationship, mentions of a minor injury, cleaning a wound, mentions of blood, mentions of Ronnie Radke, mentions of jail (Ronnie Radke), mentions of alcohol consumption

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BECCA

“I’m Andy. Pleasure to meet you.” He said with a slight smirk.

“Becca.” I said quietly. Barely above a whisper.

“I know. We already established that.” He laughed in a whisper.

He instantly made me feel at ease with how he smiled at me. Andy then began to lead me further into the bus, towards the bathroom, with a gently pull on my elbow that he was still holding like I was made of glad.

Most of the curtains across the bunks were open, except for a couple that must’ve had people in them. Few of the bunks that were visible to me had been made, most had the covers haphazardly strewn on them with food wrappers and various chargers on them. It was painfully obvious that men lived on this bus. God how messy could people be.

When we reached the end of the narrow corridor, Andy paused and opened the door at the end, revealing a small bathroom.

“Sorry about the mess.” Andy laughed, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand.

“It’s okay. The rest of my band are guys so I’m kind of used to it at this point.” I smiled. I was beginning to feel better now, which was most definitely down to Andy’s kindness.

He gestured for me to hop up onto the tiny countertop, however, due to the wound on my hand I was unable to do so and ended up just staring at him with a lost expression covering my face. He looked at me expectantly, not really sure why I wasn’t moving.

“I can’t get up Andy. My hand… remember?” I laughed.

“Oh shit yeah.” He immediately leapt into action, wrapping his arms around my thighs and lifting me up onto the counter. I let out a mix between a gasp and a shriek and he laughed again. God, I could never get tired of hearing him laugh.

He rubbed the back of his neck again, I assumed it was a nervous habit of his, and turned his head away, barely hiding the blush that had materialised on his cheeks.

“Here, give me your hand.” He said gently. I held my hand out to him and he took it in his much larger one. The antibacterial wipe stung my hand, making me wince and flinch away in pain. “Sorry.” Andy muttered.

“It’s okay. You can’t really help it.” I laughed, making him laugh in return.

He then looked closer at my hand, as if examining the wound. “Now I’m not a doctor by any means, but I don’t think you need any stitches.” He explained, “But I do think that this will scar.”

He went back into the first aid box and pulled out a dressing, which he gently unwrapped and delicately stuck to the palm of my hand.

“Ta-da! Good as new.” He laughed.

“Thanks, Andy.” I replied with a smile.

“It’s no problem at all. Ronnie is kind of an ass.” He shrugged, again rubbing the back of his neck.

I laughed at that.

“Anyone else I need to be aware of?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“No. That about covers it. If you avoid Ronnie, and don’t do anything that might piss him off, you’re set.” He explained with a smile.

“Great.” I replied, still smiling back at him. “Well, I better head back to my bus now.” I hopped off the counter.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He quickly said. “I’ll see you around I guess.”

“Yeah, see you around.” I replied with a smile, before leaving and heading back to my own bus.

The walk back was short, considering my bus was only five away from Andy’s. The night was dark and chilly. You could see the stars perfectly. As I got closer to the bus, I could hear the yelling and laughing of my bandmates. They weren’t exactly a quiet bunch, but what exactly would you expect from a bunch of unruly guys in their early twenties.

I opened the door, and they all fell quiet, looking at me expectantly. I gave them all a smile and closed the door behind me.

“I was with Andy from Black Veil Brides.” I began, “He was patching me up because I cut my hand on some fucking glass when Ronnie pushed me.”  

The guys erupted in laughter, making kissing faces and wolf-whistling at me, implying that something more had happened while I was on his bus.

I simply laughed and shook my head. If I responded, they would be certain that something had happened between the two of us.

“Are you okay though, in all seriousness?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine.” I replied. “Just a bit sore, but I’ll just bruise by the morning.”

With a shrug, I walked back to my bunk to try and get some much needed sleep before we departed for our next location tomorrow.

A short and dreamless sleep found me quickly after I had crawled into by cramped bunk.

ANDY

She was beautiful.

Becca.

I repeated her name over and over again in my head as I lay in my bunk waiting for sleep to claim me.

I never struggled to sleep on tour. In fact, it usually came to me easily.

But she wouldn’t let me. Fuck. I had only just met the girl and she was already stopping me from functioning as I normally did.

I found myself smiling at just the thought of her as I lay alone in the dark. I had never felt this way after just meeting someone for a brief few minutes before. Sure, I felt this way about my ex, but never since. Hell, I was angry at myself for ever feeling like this when I was with my ex.

Doubt began creeping into my brain.

Who are you even kidding, Andy?

Becca will never feel the same way about you.

You’re a loser.

A deadbeat.

You aren’t going anywhere in life.

You’re in a metal band for fucks sake.

But so is she.

She’s in a band too.

I groaned as I ran my hands down my face in frustration as I grew angry with my brain. It had recently been working over time fucking up my day.

I had only just met Becca, she wasn’t worth losing sleep over. At least not yet anyway.

Her deep green eyes haunted my thoughts as I rolled over to face the curtain that separated my bunk from the rest of the bus.

My dyed dark hair found its way into my mouth, frustrating me even more as I spluttered trying to get it out of my mouth.

A hand  shot its way into my bunk from the other side of the curtain, smacking me on my forehead.

“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” A voice I identified as CC angrily groaned. His voice was laced with tiredness, which instantly made me feel even more terrible on top of how I already felt.

I threw an arm over my eyes and groaned once more. I was never going to get to sleep at this rate. Not when Becca plagued my thoughts, and Allison haunted them.

I needed air.

With yet another groan, I crawled out of my bunk and trudged to the door, grabbing my jacket on the way out.

The cool night air clung to my body despite the jacket. Upon checking my phone, I realised it was 2:32am. Fuck. We were leaving for the next location on the tour at 8:30am, so there wasn’t really much point trying to sleep. I would probably take a power nap when we got there between sound check and our actual set itself.

Shivering and pulling the jacket closer to my body, searching for some sense of warmth, I walked towards a picnic bench that was nearby our bus. It was slightly damp, but I didn’t care. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes before lighting one.

I pulled the cigarette to my lips and inhaled deeply, warmth flooding my being. I released the smoke with a big puff of air.  

The night sky was illuminated with bright stars that painted a beautiful pattern across the world.

In that moment, I felt the most peaceful I had felt in a very long time. My long hair blew gently in the mild breeze.

My thoughts began to wander again, but not where I wanted them to.

Becca sat on the bathroom counter. Her legs touching mine ever so slightly. I could smell her floral perfume wafting through the small space. Her deep green eyes staring into my own blue ones. She plagued me.

Then the image changed. Instead of Becca sat in front of me, Allison sat there. Her long, poorly highlighted, blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as her grating voice filled the space. My heart began to ache at the thought of her.

Sure, I missed her. But I could never forgive her for what she did to me.

I loved her. Still do in some fucked up way. We spent so much time devoting ourselves to eachother before it all fell apart.

Thankfully, a door shutting loudly forced me out of those thoughts.

However, my thankfulness was also cut short when I realised who had closed the door.

Looking over my shoulder to see who it was, my eves widened at the sight of Becca slowly making her way out of the bus in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and some short pyjama shorts. My dick twitched slightly in my sweatpants.

No.

Evil dick.

Don’t do that.

Not now.

Please.

Great. I’ve reached a point in my life where I need to beg my dick to behave itself around her.

What has my life come to?

“You got another one of those?” She asked with an awkward laugh, gesturing to the cigarette I had in my hand.

I couldn’t being myself to speak IDIOT, so instead I opted for just handing the box to her, letting her take one, before offering her the lighter.

She lit her cigarette and inhaled before exhaling the smoke with a deep sigh.

“You okay?” I asked with a slight laugh.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. Just can’t get back to sleep.” She laughed back.

“Lucky you. I couldn’t get to sleep in the first place.” I sighed.

“How come?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” I laughed. “My brain won’t shut up.” I added, tapping the side of my head, making her laugh.

Oh that laugh.

That laugh was the most perfect sound I had ever heard.

“I feel that.” She replied, putting out her cigarette.

“What’s stopping you from sleeping then?” I asked, trying to get the conversation away from me as I knew I was bound to tell her whatever she wanted to know, and I wasn’t quite ready to tell her about Allison.

“Same as you I guess.” Becca replied. “I was sleeping great, woke up to get some water, then couldn’t go back to sleep. My brain likes to wander around at night.” She added with a breathy laugh.

“It sucks.” I said with a sigh.

“Damn straight.” Becca laughed.

She laughed a lot.

I liked that.

Maybe our kids would have the same laugh?

Woah Andy, slow the fuck down.

“So, what brings you to Warped Tour?” I asked after a few moments of silence, desperate to hear more of her voice.

“Same as you. We want to play for more people. Get our name out there, you know?” She responded.

“It’s harder than I thought it would be. Being in a band.” I said, swinging my leg a little bit.

“Oh God, yes it’s hard.” She laughed. Once again, making my heart flutter.

“Touring sucks.” I added.

“These fucking bunks are killing me.” Becca giggled.

Oh no.

The giggle was far more lethal than her laugh.

I was absolutely fucked.

“So, what’s the deal with Ronnie?” She asked me after a few moments of comfortable silence. “I’ve gathered that he’s a massive asshole, but why?”

“Nobody told you yet?” I asked, slightly surprised, as usually Ronnie’s antics before Warped Tour were common knowledge in the scene.

“Nope.” She answered, popping the p.

“Long story short, he went to jail for about a year before Warped Tour.” I summarised.

“Damn.” She muttered under her breath.

“Yeah. I try to stay out of his way as much as I can.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

“I might just have to follow your lead with that one.” She said with a quiet laugh.

We fell into a comfortable silence once again, gazing up at the stars overhead.

Much like before, a door closed, startling the two of us.

“Becca, what are you doing out here?” Luke called out to her.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She replied with a shrug.

“Come back in before you get sick.” He said. “We can’t lose our singer before tour gets going.”

“I’ll be back in soon.” Becca promised.

That seemed to appease Luke as he disappeared back into their bus, shutting the door behind him.

She smiled warmly at me before lying down on the picnic bench, pulling me down behind her harshly.

We lay like that for a while.

Staring up at the stars.

My mind began to wander again.

Becca made my heart leap in a way nobody ever had before. Not even Allison.

I was in too deep and I was petrified I wouldn’t be able to crawl my way out of this.

For fucks sake, I had only just met the girl and my heart was beating so hard I worried it might burst out of my chest and swallow me whole.

In that moment, my stupid mind decided to wander once again.

Allison.

I couldn’t get hurt again.  

Not after what happened.

I decided that I would never let Becca close to my heart. She could try and get in, but I wouldn’t let her.

BECCA

The stars above us were beautiful. Each one told its own unique story. Like us.

Andy and I had been laying on the table in silence for about ten minutes, gazing up at the night sky, before I decided to speak.

I couldn’t take any more of my mind racing with thoughts about him.

There was something about him that made my heart flutter in my chest.

Maybe it was his angelic blue eyes?

Or his kind smile?

I couldn’t figure it out.

I stole glances at him here and there. This feeling made me feel like I had returned to middle school. I didn’t know what to do with myself.

“So whe-“

“Do you li-“

We both started to speak at the same time, making us laugh gently.

“You first.” I said.

“No, I’m sure whatever you were going to say is far more interesting than what I was going to say.” Andy laughed.

“Okay fine.” I pretended to be mad at him, making him laugh harder. “Where are you from, Andy?” I asked.

A pause.

Andy began laughing once again.

“What’s so funny?” I sat up, acting offended.

“Nothing, nothing.” Andy said between laughs. “I just thought you were going to say something super profound for some reason.”

“Profound? Really?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes. You seem like you have loads of profound thoughts.” He said with a completely serious look, which didn’t last long before he began laughing again.

“Answer the question, idiot.” I yelled with a laugh.

“Cincinnati.” He sighed, sounding slightly pained from laughing.

“Oh, nice.” I replied.

“That’s it? That’s all you got? After all that?” Andy mocked offense at my simply reply.

“What do you want me to say?” I laughed, raising my hands in defence.

“I don’t know, something more than that at least.” He replied.

“Oh my god.” I sighed.

“Where are you from?” Andy asked.

“Richmond.” I replied

“Virginia?” He asked.

“No fucking Mars.” I laughed sarcastically. “Of course Virginia.”

Andy turned away with a huff, making me laugh.

My heart was beating faster and faster as our conversation went on.

Oh God.

Was I falling for him?

No.

There was no way.

I didn’t fall for people. Never.

Besides, I only just met the guy, there was no way I could be feeling this way yet.

When we met after Ronnie pushed me, I felt that spark you hear about in movies. But that doesn’t exist. Right?

Andy had me questioning everything and we had only just met hours before.

Maybe I was just excited about the tour. Yes. That’s what it was. Excitement. Not love.

“Do you like Batman?” Andy turned back to face me.

“Huh?” I replied, slightly confused by his random question.

“Do. You. Like. Batman?” He asked again, slowing down the question as if he were trying to make it easier to understand. “That’s what I was going to ask you earlier.”

“Well, I can’t really comment on that because I’ve never actually seen Batman?” I responded quietly. I was getting the vibe that Andy wouldn’t be a massive fan of my response. I was right.

“WHAT!” Andy roared, making a man, who I had previously been introduced to as CC, pop his head out of the Black Veil Brides bus door in order to call out a “Shut the fuck up!” Before slamming it shut again.

Andy and I looked at eachother for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“I guess that’s a sign that we should both head back to bed?” Andy said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Good night Andy.” I said, turning to walk back to my bus.

“I am so making you watch Batman before Warped is over.” Andy called from over his shoulder before entering his bus.

I smiled at the thought.

No.

Don’t do that.

Don’t get attached.

Tour would end, and I would head back to Virginia and never see him again. Unless we both got on Warped Tour next Summer.

No.

I need to stop getting my hopes up over things that most likely won’t happen.

The Magpies didn’t attract a massive crowd, and surely a bigger band would come along and take our spot next year.

In that moment I made a promise to myself. Enjoy this Summer no matter what. I was going to sing my heart out, party hard, sleep around if I wanted. It wasn’t like I was going to find my future husband in one of these weird, drunk, sweaty metalhead men that we were touring with.

A nice fling would do the trick.

It would allow me to have fun and stop these feelings that I apparently have for Andy.

Or I could hook up with Andy and get it out of my system?

No, I better not.

At least not yet.

“Becca, stop standing in the fucking hallway and go to sleep.” Theo whispered harshly, sticking his bunk. “Your aggressive thinking is keeping me awake, so please get into your bunk and go to sleep.”

“Fine.” I sighed, pulling back the curtain of my bunk and crawling into the cramped space.

I pulled by black duvet over myself and snuggled down, trying to get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

But sleep didn’t come for a while

Andy’s laugh echoed in my brain, preventing me from finding any sign of sleep.

An hour had passed of me tossing a turning in my small bunk before I had exhausted myself enough to close my eyes and finally rest.

Still, images of Andy appeared in my dreams.

I was fucked.

ANDY

Upon my return to my bunk, I found no sleep whatsoever.

Not for a lack of trying.

I counted sheep, took some medication that CC used, I even ventured into the world of ASMR on Youtube, but none of it helped.

She haunted my mind.

Images of Becca laughing were rapidly replaced by Allison.

My happiness was stomped out every time I tried to change what I thought about.

I was such a fucking idiot.

Why did I think that someone like Becca could ever have feelings for someone like me.

Granted, we had only met hours ago, so it wasn’t like my feelings ran deep, but I still wanted her.

No.

I craved her.

I wanted to be the reason she smiled, laughed, cried. I wanted to be her everything.

But I couldn’t get attached. Not after what happened.

My relationship with Allison ended so unbelievably badly, it felt like one of those plotlines you see on a soap opera.

She tore my heart out of my chest and stamped on it.

Sure, I had hurt her too, but only because she hurt me.

We made eachother toxic, and I would be damned if I ever leet that happen between myself and Becca, therefore I could never be with her.

Hell.

I could never be with anyone.

Dawn was approaching and so was our departure time. I began to question if it was even worth going to sleep, but my eyelids answered for me as they fell closed and refused to reopen.

My sleep was dreamless, which I thanked God for, because I knew exactly what my dreams would contain, and I didn’t want to relive those memories.

I made a promise to myself that I would do whatever I could to avoid Becca. That way I wouldn’t get my heart broken, and I wouldn’t break hers in the process.

Chapter 3 - coming soon

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[th0ughts-pr4yers]

Andy dropped new photos from a recent photo shoot he did promoting BLEEDERS!

I am LIVING for this Sweeney Todd era of BVB sooo much.

[loganlostitall]

Ok now first of all bro posted a selfie on his actual instagram account and I lost my shit immediately

What fucking timeline are we in??? I feel 12 again

But then he had the NERVE to also post on his story???

THIS PICTURE ALONE MADE ME START CHOKING BECAUSE I FORGOT TO BREATHE AND TEARED UP

Literally have been losing my mind over this nonstop

I’m going to refrain from saying a slur but I screamed it out loud when I was clicking through and saw this shit

HIS SMILE AGH HES SO FUCKING CUTE AND PRECIOUS I’M GONNA SQUEEZE HIM TILL HE POPS

How we doing Army??? Cause I’m unwell idk

[canarywithapen]

“This Is New Years Day, So Rise From The Ashes, Faith Will Find A Way, Like Lightning Crashes!!” -Black Veil Brides. 🎵🎶

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Omg WaySack sooo cyoot Andy Biersack x Gerard Way 🥺🥺🥺

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[settlingdownwithandybiersack]

Imagine - Andy Surprising You While Playing The Whisper Challenge

Imagine playing The Whisper Challenge with Joe and Andy and after many rounds it’s time for one last round between Andy and yourself.

   “Okay my Love, Can you please put the silencing headphone’s on.” He smiles sweetly at me before glancing back at Joe nervously. I do exactly as he request’s still giggling over the fact that Andy got stuck on the word fondue. Once they’re over my ears Andy give’s me a thumb’s up and I nod indicating that I am in fact ready. 

“Okay, Will.” He starts. “Wool?” I question back loudly, He shakes his head as he  laughs which only caused me to laugh harder. “ILL? Pill!?” I continue guessing, Moving my lips as he did. “No babe, W I L L” Andy over emphasizes each letter. “Oh! Will!?” I shout. Andy excitedly throw’s his arms in the air nodding in approval. Andy takes a noticeably big deep breath before he begins again “You.” I squint my eyes at him as I take a moment to think before calling out “Oh! Okay! Will you!?” 

Andy nods, He suddenly bite’s his lower lip a telling sign that he is getting increasingly more nervous. “Marry me?” He breathes. My eyes grow wide as I read his lips. “God no!” I exclaimed before continuing  “I would never murder you.” I laugh as I put my hands on his legs. I can see Joe in the corner trying to cover his expression but his reddened face gave him away that something was up.  Andy closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to compose himself.

Before I could warn Andy that the music had stopped he spoke once more “Will you marry me?” He placed his hands on top of mine. Tears began to flood my eyes as I realize what had just happened. Andy gently takes off the headphones off of my ears. “What’s wrong?” He asks sincerely as he wipes a tear off my cheek, I just nod my head as I try to catch my breath. “Yes of course I will marry you.” I informed as I sniffled wanting nothing more than to marry the love of my life. 

Andy slowly get’s on one knee looking up to me. “What are you doing?” I question now feeling confused. “I want to do this right.” He informed. “(Y/F/N) I have loved you for as long as I can remember, and I can’t think of anything I want more than to be able to call you my wife. So... (Y/F/N) would you be interested in making me the luckiest man alive and saying yes to marrying me?” He reached into his pocket pulling out a little box that revealed the most beautiful ring, But in that moment I didn’t even care to see it I just wanted him. I left my seat, Quickly wrapping my arms around my future husband. “Yes, A million times yes.” I whispered. Andy tightly hugged me back as he admitted “Do you know how fast my heart dropped when you said ‘God no’ I swear our whole relationship flashed before my eyes.” Andy smirked realizing how ridiculous he was for panicking. I took the moment to look Andy in the eyes. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” I spoke softly.

 “Yeah? Well I will love you far after eternity.”