Pleasure (An Andy Biersack love story) ON HIATUS

Ch 2: So much, yet not enough

(Pic is of Missy)

I didn't even think about telling Missy what'd happened today at work. But that's mainly because I wasn't thinking about anything. I was too tired. As soon as I walked through the door of my comforting apartment, I was greeted by her with a big grin and a cup of tea. What a sweetie. What did she want this time? I take the cup gratefully and shuffle over to the couch. She sat down next to me, gingerly taking a sip of her own tea before setting it down on the table. "So how was work?" She asked in a sing-song voice. This was a routine of hers whenever she needed a favor. It worked every time-- but just when she did it. I shrugged, wanting to tell her 'I bumped into Andy Biersack and now I have the urge to stalk him down and lick his face' but instead I said, "There's only so many ways to say 'standing still behind a counter all day'...." The tone came out arcastically, trailing off towards the end.

I hated my job. Shocker, I know... But I'm the type of person who wants a pleasurable job. I want to be doing something productive. Being paid for standing around doing nothing made me feel like I didn't deserve the money I was being given. 'That's all an excuse!' The back of my head hissed at me. I sighed, realizing it was right. The main reason I hated my job was because of the silence. I had no one to talk to, nothing to keep my mind off of, and the faint music in the background was the only thing keeping me going, being the control of my emotions. I over-think everything. Silence is the deadly thing that turns over-thinking into paranoia, and that leads to weakness and wariness. I couldn't remember the last time I cried, nor the last time I slept well. I wasn't planning on breaking my record.

Missy nodded and giggled. "How much energy did that drain out of you?" She asked, just a twinge of eagerness spilling into her words. I took a sip of my tea, distracted, the warmness filling me up. I look up at the ceiling, my shoulders relaxing. "So much, yet not enough," I sigh. She smiles and rolls her eyes. "Dramatic now, aren't we?" She glanced at the time, and then the calendar.

"You need to take your mind off of things Ken," She said in a soothing voice. "Take up some activities.. knit, write stories, maybe get a boyfriend or something..." She hinted, trailing off to sip her tea nonchalantly. It was my turn to roll eyes. What'd I tell you? "Is this about that date?" I let out another breath, my expression softening. She sat upright and shook the hair out of her eyes, pressing her lips together. "I said no such thing," She said matter of factly in a queen-like voice. Oh shut up. I was compelled to roll my eyes again, but I forced it to stare down at my drink. "I told you no boys," I return, way too quiet. She blinked, looking a little worried. Her shoulders sank back down and she frowned, looking down. "Oh. Okay..." She said.

What? I gave her a look, my expression shocked. It didn't work? Her kiss-up acts always worked! I was beginning to feel triumphant when I blurted out something I regretted later. "Fine, I'll go." Crap. She looked up again and raised an eyebrow, her eyes glimmering "You will?" She asked, starting to grin again. I stare silently before nodding slowly. "Yeah, sure, why not..." I mumble.

She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. "You're such a sweetie! Thank you, I owe you so much," She gave me another tight squeeze before standing up. "I'm gonna start picking out dresses. If you need one too, just ask." She gave another bright grin before twirling away into her room. It worked. I huffed and laid back, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't stop thinking about those eyes. Andy's eyes. Before I knew it, my own eyes were closed. And that's when I broke my record. I finally got some sleep.