Andy Biersack fanfiction - Accidents Happen *COMPLETED* （≧∇≦）

Chapter 3 - First, Second, Third, Fourth chance

So that's why I am where I am now--in a cozy little house in L.A living off my career in lyric writing. You'd be surprised how many huge artists would pay for help writing a song, and they are certainly willing to pay. I have enough to put food on the table, a roof well over our heads, and a little extra for Michael's sports.

Oh yeah, Michael.

After I ran away from Andy's, I gave birth to his son. He hasn't contacted me and I haven't contacted him, and as far as Michael knows his dad was a firefighter who died in a tragic fire. Sometimes I wonder where Andy is, if he knows I'm gone or if he even misses me. Does he worry about me? Did anyone else come down his way? I know if I dwell too long on those thoughts, I will go back. And I can't go back. Michael is a good kid, he's only 4 but he starts preschool next year and he's already doing soccer. And baseball. He's got Andy's eyes--the eyes Andy had before he went...mad, you could say. It reminds me of the times when Andy and I were still a normal couple, and although it often saddens me it also brings me more joy than Michael will ever know.

Of course, not everything can be perfect.

For one thing, in the three and a half years Andy and I have been apart, it's been impossible get in another relationship. I find even with male clients, I am extremely nervous and shy. It's the memories that kill me, and I can't make them go away. I try to shelter Michael from my anxiety over the mere idea of love the best I can, but when he is older he will question why I never moved on from 'dad.' Until then, I'm only 23 and I've got a lot of life left in me. And a lot of clients--I know I'm gonna get a promotion soon. Work is nice, I've managed to meet a few really talented young artists and a few...not so much. Of course, I can't sing at all, so I might as well help others with their amazing voices.

"Michael!" I called from the bottom of the stairs. "You've got baseball in 20, let's get ready!" It's hard being such a young parent, but I've found it really makes you mature. I grabbed Michael's uniform from the cabinet and headed upstairs. "Let's get your uniform on, hun." I said, peeking into his room to see him ready a comic book. He scurried over, giggling. "Kay!" A silly little smile placid on his face, I slipped the shirt over his head. "Arms up!" I said. He swung his arms up and began to run around. "C'mere Mikey, we've got to get your pants on."

Okay, so maybe he doesn't behave ALL the time...

"Are you all ready to go?" I asked, grabbing the car keys. Michael nodded. He never spoke much. "Alright, get in your carseat and I'll strap you in." He swatted at the bushes in the front yard, racing and running and hopping until he reached the car.

I sat down, away from the other parents. A happy wife and husband watched their child play. A single man coached his son. I found myself sweating and memories flooded back...memories. Wretched memories that carried the worst and best years of my life. Memories that carried the moment that ruined it. Coach Buryard, seeing my discomfort, walked over. Oh no, please don't come over this way. I dug my pinky nail into the palm of my hand nervously. "Would you like some water, Ms. Bluin? You looked tired." I shook my head, unable to look him in the eye or even speak. "Okay...Michael is doing great today! Just let me know if you need anything." Thank God he was leaving. I let out a long, frustrated sigh I didn't know I was holding. Suddenly, I jumped as my phone rang.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Hi, Tessa! This is Liliana from work. Can you come in early tomorrow?"

"Of course! Is anything wrong?" I hope I'm not in trouble...

"No no, I think Margo wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh, okay. Well, great! Bye."

"Bye!"

I wonder what Margo, my boss, wanted...Crossing my fingers about my possible promotion, I packed up my seat. A minute or two later, Michael bumped me from behind. "Hey Michael! Heard you did good today?" I said, handing him a water bottle. "Uh-huh!" He replied, panting and tired. "That's good, now you can go home and take a nice, long nap." Michael made a face of disgust at the thought of napping and extended his arms like an air plane, speeding to the car.

Little did I know what an airplane I was about to ride...