chemical kids & mechanical brides. ☽ andy biersack

11 • when i get home you're so dead

"and baby, i understand that
you're making new friends.
this is how you get by."

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andy's pov

"this next song is for every diluted motherfucker who preaches about 'not letting anyone tell you who you are,' but tried to tell me who i was. the person i'm talking about knows exactly who the fuck he is. this is glass houses." rage ran through my body with a drug like adrenaline as my eyes ran over the phone screen cc was holding in front of my face. he quickly paused the fan-recorded video of dahlia on stage, mocking my lyrics in her supposedly indirect rant, before it could go on any further. my chest lifted and lowered with heavy, lock-lipped breaths.

"i just figured you didn't wanna be in the dark about that." he pulled the phone away from my vision, turned it off and pushed it into the back pocket of his jeans.

"i could fuckin' kill her." i shook my head, quickly bringing myself to my feet from my sat position on the cushioned bench that lined our parked tour bus. "who the fuck does she think she is?" i could feel my face starting to redden just from the rising of my body heat as i began to pace around the tiny carpet. "she wasn't even trying to be subtle. she wanted everyone to know she was talking about me. you all keep telling me i'm crazy. she's gonna try to ruin my reputation–"

"okay, okay. calm down." my bandmate began to interrupt my angered spitting of words to talk what he thought was sense into me. "i wasn't trying to send you spiraling. i just know you're not really a social media guy, and i figured you'd wanna be aware."

"oh, no. i'm glad you told me." i insisted. "just don't be surprised if i rip her fuckin' head off the next time i see her fuckin' face."

"yo, chill with all of the 'fuckin''s, a little, dude." his voice overlapped with mine. "i don't think it's worth all that. just maybe quit doing whatever you did to make her say that and you can consider your 'reputation' a little safer."

"who said i even did anything?" i sharply questioned his accusation.

"andy." his single word response spoke volumes about how much faith he had in me and my temper with the short, blonde singer. "c'mon."

"god, did she put some mind control spell on the four of you, or something? what is it about this girl that's making all of you believe her over me?" i asked in disbelief.

"i don't believe her over you. i don't believe anyone over anyone, because i really don't know anything about what happened. but i do know you really fuckin' well. and you happen to have a little bit of a flair for the dramatic." i opened my mouth when he had just barely closed his. "don't tell me i'm wrong." he spoke over me.

"she had no right to do that shit." i said sternly, not bothering to argue with his prior statement.

"probably not." he replied. a glimmer of hope that someone was slightly on my side shined through the storm clouds. "look, i don't know what happened, and i don't even kind of have the energy to try and get it out of you right now; but you're not exactly gonna make any of this any better for yourself if you rip her head off." he started his backwards walk towards the sectioned off, bunk bed area of the bus. "maybe have a conversation with her like two adults might do," he so obviously poked fun at both of us and our grievances with each other, sarcasm poisoning his words. "and you can both consider your reputations a little safer." he began to laugh before he disappeared beyond the curtain that separated the rooms.

"i'd rather die." i raised my voice after him as he disappeared into the split curtain. "god damnit." i shook my head to myself and grumbled, sitting back down on the edge of the bench. pulling my own phone out of my pocket, i quickly typed a simple "dahlia and andy" into my twitter search bar, knowing exactly what would meet my eyes; posts of the same minute long clip over and over. "fuck my life."