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

Chapter 28 - Set Things Straight

--Tessa's POV--

I threw on a loose t-shirt and some jeans. The concert was only an hour away, but the only parts I needed to see were a few songs and the fans. I'm not wasting time listening to the whole concert, and I'm not a big fan or rock. It sort of unnerves me. Vic and the boys were getting ready to go to their concert, and they were in and out of the bus with supplies and stuff. I was icing my stomach on the bed. The bruise wasn't as neon anymore, but it hurt still hurt like hell. The swelling started up again, but it's nothing a little ice can't help. I found a book that was actually in spanish that I'd been looking at all morning, but I have no idea what any of it means.

Vic passed my bunk and smiled at me. "I didn't even know you were awake. Feeling bac?" He asked, gesturing to my stomach. I shrugged. "I'm okay." He looked at the book it my hands and his face went pale. "Where did you get that?" He asked. Was something wrong? Was this like, personal or something? "I-I just found it...I can't read it though." I said. Vic smirked and grabbed the book away. "You don't want to." He said with a light chuckle. "Why? Is it like, bad?" I asked.

--Vic's POV--

"Why?" She asked. "Is it like, bad?" Her voice was so innocent, making me smile. "You could say that." I said. Tessa had picked up a book on sex positions that a one-night stand of mine had left here. She blushed. "Is it like...?" I could tell she didn't want to say it. "You're pretty innocent for a 23 year old." I said, turning to look at her as I hid the book in my suitcase. "I-I'm not innocent. I'm just not as perverted as everyone else here!" She said in a jokingly defensive voice. "Go on, keep asking." I pushed, straightening up the bus a little. "Is it....is it dirty?" Tessa asked shyly. I turned around. "You find a loophole for everything, don't you darling. Yes, it is." She blushed, and I noticed her wiping her hands off on her pants. "I've gotta run. I might not be back until late, lots of fans to meet and stuff. See ya." I smiled, heading out. "B-Bye!" Tessa stuttered.

--Tessa's POV--

There's really not much to do on an empty tour bus, so I just cleaned. The toilet, which was already home to puke from a party, was in desperate need of a cleaning. And there were some clothes astray. Pierce the Veil had started tour before Black Veil Brides, so their bus was a little dirtier. I made all the beds and put the clothes in the dirty was basket, making a mental note to make a trip to the laundromat for them. Vic invited me in, I might as well be some sort of use.

The tour bus looked nice and it was time to head out to the concert. I grabbed a couple pencils and my notebook and headed out to the stage, biting my lip as I thought of Andy. I clenched my book tight to my chest, my teeth chattering in the cold weather. I reached the lot and could see four of the five familiar faces setting up, along with a shit-ton of staff. Andy wasn't here yet. I tucked a stray piece of hair behind my hair and made it to the sideline stage area. What a nice view. I wrote down a little about the venue and tiring set up process before finally spotting Andy.

His blue eyes stood out among the grey clouds and cold mist, a dash of color in a black and white film. His tall, pale body was smudged with dark warpaint and his pants were at just the level so you could see a slight 'V.' His pierce lips were open slightly as he listened to someone else speaking, and his bare chest revealed strong, muscular arms and a barred abdomen. I turned from my gawking as me looked back at me.

--Andy's POV--

I stopped talking for a minute to see Tessa sitting near the stage, her skin glowing. Her chocolate brown hair bounced off her round shoulders, leading down to a perfect set of breasts and long, thin legs that sprouted from hourglass-hips. Her hazel eyes shown in the sunlight, and for a moment they met mine. Her beautiful, round red lips begged me to kiss her. I looked her up and down, wanting nothing more than to go talk to her. But I knew I had to wait. She was like eye-candy, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to touch her, to feel her and hear her voice. She was like an obsession to me, an infactuation. But more than that. I loved her, every inch.

"Andy?" A voice said, snapping me out of my lala-land.

"Hm?" I responded, tearing my eyes from the goddess in front of me to see our concert director.

"On in 10." He smiled and I decided to go talk to the fans for a little bit.

--Tessa's POV---

I ended up staying for longer than I imagined. The music was really good, and not as heavy as I expected. I had lots to write about. They all seemed so engaged when the played. I watched Andy's lips round and close as he sang. I needed to stop, I'm not supposed to love Andy. I can't trust him. But I do. And that's not...He's the only person (besides Michael, of course) I trust. I don't understand it. Fear has become my body's main instinct, but Andy just counters it. Andy, sweaty and out of breath from playing, went down to greet fans. It was my time to head out. I grabbed my notebook and pulled my jacket closer to my heart. It's been so cold lately, I hope concerts don't rain out. I reviewed the six pages I wrote about the concert. I still have five months of tour and I already have so much information, this article will be great. I reached the Pierce the Veil bus and jammed the spare key Vic gave me into the lock. Suddenly, a crack of thunder shot across the sky, making me jump. I hated storms, I've always been afraid of them. I fussed with the keys faster, my anxiety building. I hate storms. I hate storms. I hate storms. I shoved the door open and slammed it behind me, grabbing the key before it shut. Another clap of thunder made me shiver. I decided to make myself some hot chocolate to calm down. I can be such an antsy person, sometimes I wish I had chill pills to take. You never know what'll set me off. I waited for my hot chocolate to finish brewing when suddenly-

Knock knock.

Someone wrapped on the door of the bus. I tensed up. It was probably just the staff coming to go to bed. I got up and unlocked the door, opening it to reveal...

--Andy's POV--

Tessa opened the door, and as soon as she saw me she froze up. "Hey." I said, looking into her passionate eyes. "A-Andy, I..." She stuttered. "Come in." She put her head down and opened the door. Tessa was always so slaving, never looking people in the eye and always working. I felt bad, automatically taking such charge over her. I stepped in and noticed the way she slammed the door as soon as I got inside. She's still afraid of storms then. "I just came because....I knew you hated storms and...wanted to keep you company." I said quietly. "Thank you." She said, sipping a mug of what I assumed was hot chocolate and still not looking me in the eye. "Can we sort things out? Between us?" I finally asked, hating the silence. Tessa nodded. "Sit." She quietly spoke. I sat down on the couch and sighed. "I love you, Tessa. I love you more than anything else in the world. I know I didn't deal with it the way I should have, but I'm trying to fix this for us. Because I know...I know you love me too. And I don't want to hurt you so...so I'm not going to. You just have to trust me. I don't want to rush you but I'm ready now." I said. She was shaking slightly and I wondered why. "I-I love you too Andy but...I'm scared and I don't know who anyone is anymore and I feel so lost!" She burst, tears striking her eyes though she didn't shed one. I knew Tessa hated crying. "I-I know...We'll figure this out." I said, leaning forward and kissing her lightly. When she kissed back, my subconscious took over and I deepened the kiss, our tongues intertwining in the rush for dominance. Mine won within seconds. I lightly pushed her onto her back, entangling my fingers in her hair and grinding my hips onto hers. She pushed me away and I released my mouth from her, immediately moving away. "Sorry." I mumbled, out of breath. "No, it's...it's okay. I just need a little time to adjust to all of this." She said, and I nodded. "Are you gonna stay in this bus?" I asked, wanting Tess in my bed with me instead of here. She paused a moment before nodding. "It's just a lot less...stress." She looked up at me with the last word, her voice breaking. "I understand. You want me to stay with you? We don't have anything tommorow." I smiled. She nodded and looked up at me. I searched her body, her breasts seeming increasingly appealing and her hips looking so tempting. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked. "Sorry...You're just beautiful." I said with a smile. There was silence before I asked, "I know this is weird to ask but...did you ever do it again after...me?" I asked, referring to the sex. Her eyes seemed to crack like colored glass. "I tried but it--it hurt...I think maybe something happened during that. Michael was through C-section, so..." She trailed off, and I nodded. "I'm sorry." I immediately said. She looked up at me and to my suprise, she smiled. "Let's go to sleep."