To say my night was completely ruined is a complete understatement. I mean naturally I know I just radiate this aura that says ‘let me take care of you’ but that doesn’t mean people have to take it literally! Also, never say something can’t get any worse; just don’t do it. Some unexplainable force out there will just spit in your face if you dare say such a thing. I swear it could be a forgotten law of Newton’s.
Getting on with the rest of my day after seeing Andy was a bit hard but I managed with Liam and Alex by my side. Actually I ended up purchasing an acoustic guitar (more like Alex bought it against all of my protests) so I can hopefully help key up some melodies or just new lyrics for some songs. After that it was just killing a bit of time before our show.
“Thank you Ohio, you guys have been fucking amazing!” I yelled into the mic as we finished our show. The crowd went wild and I gave another good-bye before skipping off stage.
“You did amazing Senna! You guys all did.” Alex said, embracing me as soon as I grabbed a water.
“Eww, you’re hugging me while I’m all sweaty! Stop it!”
“Nuuuuu! You’re so huggable, even when you’re all sweaty!”
“Okay that was just creepy…”
After we all laughed and had a good time for a few minutes back stage it was then time to go outside and meet some of our fans. That took the better part of an hour before the band decided they were going to party, with the exception of Carter and Serena, who was too young to party our style. Liam, Maverick, and Baetz headed off to a bar while Carter and Serena went to a place that she would enjoy. I, myself, decided to go head to the bus. However starting out on my walk I shivered slightly from the cold, damp air.
Deciding last minute to drop by the bar on the way I was maybe thirty feet from it when the sky opened up and began to pour on my head. I felt the fat drops hitting my body and ruining the already smudged makeup I had on. Screaming in frustration I stomped toward the entrance of the stupid bar and slammed the door open. What I didn’t count on was nearly getting run over by a burly man attempting to throw some drunken moron out.
“Thousand apologies lass! Allow me ta throw out this here drunken lunatic an I’ll be right wit ya!” The bartender called out in a heavily Scottish accent.
“It’s cool I can wait and my name isn’t lass, its Senna.”
“S-Senna!” A familiar drunken voice yelled out loudly.
Immediately I stopped, you have got to be shitting me… “Andy?” I asked looking around.
“Lassie do ya know this man?”
Looking back I suppressed a groan to see that a drunken Andy was struggling against the bartender to reach me, “I… well you see… ugh, yes I do…”
“I’m sorry but I beg of ya to take em’ home. Nearly started two fight already he did.”
“Fine… but only if I can get an umbrella and a drink for the road.”
“Done.”
The bartender walked closer to me with a struggling, drunken Andy but as soon as he was about four feet away Andy broke free of the bartender’s grip and wrapped his body around mine; nearly pulling us both to the floor. He began to snuggled his face into mine and I could smell the sour scent of alcohol on his breath, “I wove you Senna!” He cried happily.
Shifting his tall from slightly I got him to at least hold the umbrella while I had my brink in my hand before we started out. The walk to the bus was a long frustrating one. Andy constantly would try and kiss me or his feet would attempt to try and take us on a detour. By the time we got to my bus I was panting. Looking on down the way I saw their bus was a good fifty feet away; it would be a miracle to get him there before morning.
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The Seven Month Trial (Sequel to SDD)
Fanfiction“Seven months… that’s how long it’s going to be before we see each other again correct? Well in those seven months we take a break from one another. You go out there and look at whoever you want, try out other girls and relationships and I’ll do the...
