Fallen Angels 🖤Andy Biersack🖤

Three

The morning of my birthday, I woke up early and took a quick shower and got ready for the day before the boys woke up. Just after I got myself some breakfast, there was a knock on the door, so I went to answer it. "Daddy!" I squealed, leaping into his arms. "Hey sweetheart. Happy birthday," Dad said. I invited him inside to join me for breakfast, and when I turned around, I found Andy getting himself some breakfast. He didn't notice us until he sat down on the couch. "Oh, morning Rayvyn. Happy birthday. I'm guessing he's your dad?" Andy asked, gesturing to Dad. "Yeah. Andy, this is my dad, Trent Reznor. Daddy, this is my boyfriend, Andy Biersack," I said. "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Reznor," Andy said, getting up and shaking hands with my dad. "It's nice to meet you too, Andy, and please, just call me Trent," Dad replied. We sat down for breakfast, while the other guys got up and joined us. Andy introduced them to Dad as they came in, and they all had similar reactions to meeting my dad as Andy had. After breakfast, Dad announced that he had a few things to get from his car, and the guys were quick to offer him their help. When they were finished, there were several gifts for me now in the tour bus. Just like I had for most of my past birthdays, I dived right into opening the presents. The first gift that I opened was a set of speakers and amplifiers, which I was a little confused about. "That one will make sense once you open some of the other gifts," Dad said. The other gifts that I opened from my dad contained my very own electric guitar with an overdrive pedal and a distortion pedal, among other accessories.

Ashley, Jinxx, Jake, and CC had gotten me a band jacket, like the ones they wore onstage, which was really cool of them to do for me. From Andy, I received a necklace with a ruby in the center, which he said was to represent the fire that burned inside of me. I hugged him tightly, followed by the others. I still found it pretty unbelievable that I was 21 years old, and I told Andy as much. "I turn 21 on the 26th of December," he said as there was a knock on the door. "I thought it was supposed to just be the seven of us?" I asked, looking at Andy. "I might've called your dad and asked him to invite some of your friends," he said. "How many?" I asked, rounding on Dad. "I don't know, like ten or fifteen," he said with his hands up in surrender. "Ugh! Andy, you promised! Just you, the guys, and my dad!" I said angrily. "Rayvyn -" Andy began, but I stopped him. "Don't even say anything! You know what the worst part of all this is?! I can't even go outside to get away from you because there's even more people outside!" I said, running to the bedroom and slamming the door behind me. "Rayvyn! Come on!" I heard Andy shout from the other side of the door, but I didn't feel like answering him. I heard the other band members telling the people that my dad had invited to leave, and I felt bad because they were my friends. I decided that I had to stop them from leaving just because I didn't want a big fuss about my birthday. I ran right past Andy and the others, and I started telling people that I had changed my mind, and that they were welcome to stay for a bit.

Once the chaos had died down a bit, I apologized to everyone for my outburst, then thanked them for coming. After the whole crazy thing was over, I was sitting on my bed, deep in thought, when Andy came in and sat down beside me. "Rayvyn, I'm really sorry. I just thought that you wouldn't mind having a few friends come by for your birthday," he said. "I know. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you for the rest of the day after that. I was actually more upset with myself than I was with you, because I didn't even think about inviting my friends," I said. "It's perfectly fine, I understand. Still, you can't be more upset with yourself than I was with myself on my 18th birthday," he said. "What makes you say that?" I asked him. "Because, on my 18th birthday, I packed up my stuff and moved to Hollywood, leaving all of my friends and family back in Ohio," he explained, looking sadder than I had ever seen him before. "Oh, Andy. I had no idea. What can I do to help?" I asked. "Don't leave me," he said. "I won't leave you if you won't leave me," I said, gently kissing his cheek. "I won't leave you," he said, kissing my cheek. "Then I won't leave you. Now, I think that you can do better than just a kiss on the cheek," I said, gently but firmly pulling him close to me.

The next morning, I awoke to find myself in Andy's arms, and I remembered the events of the previous night that placed me in the situation I was in. I tried to get out of bed without waking Andy, but I failed. "Where are you going, beautiful?" He asked me sleepily. "I was just gonna take a shower and get dressed," I replied. "Can you answer one question for me first?" He asked. "Sure," I said. "Did you enjoy your birthday?" He asked. "Tremendously," I said softly, kissing his forehead. I climbed out of bed and went to take a shower and get dressed. By the time I was finished, Andy had also gotten dressed, and he'd made us breakfast. "Well, this is quite a surprise," I said. "What? That I'm a rock star who can also cook?" He asked, and I laughed softly. "Just that you made us breakfast," I said, and he smiled. "You deserve a little something special today," he said. "Okay," I said, sitting down next to him and starting to eat.

After breakfast, I went to get my new guitar and set about writing some music. Andy was very helpful when it came to writing lyrics, although I did notice that he kept some whiskey or something with him the whole time. "Why do you have whiskey with you?" I asked him. "It's the only way I can really get creative," he said. "Andy, how long have you been drinking?" I asked him. "I think since 2009, but I'm not really sure," he said. "Andy, there are more ways that you can be creative without having to drink," I said. "That's when I write songs that don't really represent the band the way I want," he said, "I don't really like it, but I just can't find the right words for my music without it." I simply sat there staring at him, unable to find my voice. "Look, I'm sorry you had to find out like this," he said. "What else aren't you telling me?" I asked him, my voice conveying the hurt that I felt. "There's nothing else, babe," he said. "Good. Here, let me play the introduction for you. I think you're going to like it," I said, proceeding to play him the introduction of the song we were writing. "That's amazing!" He said when I was done. "Thank you, baby. That really means a lot," I said with a smile. "You are going to be a great musician," Andy replied, kissing me deeply. "Ugh, get a room, you two," Jinxx said as he walked past. Without breaking our kiss, Andy and I both flipped him off, and he just chuckled and continued on his way.

At lunch, Andy and I decided to perform my first song together, since we had worked on it all morning to get everything figured out for it. When we played the song for the guys, they were really impressed by what we had been able to do. I decided to surprise them with a special dinner to thank them for their hospitality the past three weeks. That night went much like the previous night, and I was enjoying it a lot. By that point, I was firmly convinced that Andy and I were meant to be.

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Okay, new chapter for y'all to enjoy. The next chapter will probably take place around Thanksgiving, after the tour has ended. Anyway, until next time!