"stay" - andy biersack

003

boxes.
...
everywhere.

it was the 21st of may; a monday. a day that will follow me for a long while like a casting shadow on a sunny sidewalk. except replace the sun with clouds. clouds that are full of an impending, electrical-cutting thunderstorm.

the sound of tape rolled thru my apartment. the slamming of cardboard boxes echoed their own song, one of heartache. the sun suddenly disappeared from the living room window.

i sat on the black leather couch, ignoring the noises and sights. i stared out of that big panel window. a sigh escaped my mouth while i placed one hand in my teased hair, holding my head up as i leaned against the arm rest.

suddenly a pair of dark eyes landed on me.
i could feel it. that oh so familiar feeling.
..
a sarcastic cough was directed at me.
..
i continued to stare ahead.
...
...
"andy, when you decide to finally be a man and not a pussy, bring some of these boxes downstairs for me."

well that was mean.

i groaned and shook my head, getting up from my spot. she was nasty to me when she was pissed off. but i understood why. at least i thought i did, anyway.

she trudged away with her arms crossed and a "hmph", straight black hair swinging and hips swerving. i looked at her and smirked a little secretly. it was amusing when she was mad at me; because she was never really mad at me.

she was still hot nonetheless.

deciding it was bad to be thinking this way, i walked over slowly and picked up 3 of the heavy boxes before heading to the elevator.

jo just wasn't my girl anymore.

———

i ran the sink and splashed my face with ice cold water. it was the only thing that woke me up in the morning.

but i liked it better when she did.

it's been a month since she moved out...and my apartment has never been so quiet. if i were to be completely honest; it was miserable. no one to wake me up in the morning with a forehead kiss, no one to watch my favorite movie with, no one to have dance battles with — and i admit, i was kinda bad at that. scratch that, maybe no one to make fun of my dancing with.

i dragged my feet against the bathroom tiles, heading out into the living room. i had to go to a band rehearsal today for our upcoming tour in 2 weeks. we'd been practicing every single day and it was awfully exhausting. my days just pretty much consisted of wake up, rehearse, go to bed. despite this, i tried to not fall into a depressive state. i just thought about our fans and how excited they probably were to see us sometime soon. i couldn't disappoint them.

my phone buzzed, a beep following it. it was jinxx. he was always texting me often since i told him about the breakup.

and since i kinda cried on his couch a little.
..
but we don't talk about that.

i read the text.

******

where are you dude????!!!

wdym ? i just got up man

it's 12 pm my guy get your ass here😐

******

i was wondering why it was so loud and bright outside. the fact that i never checked the time when i got up is strange. i usually did.

i hastily got dressed in ripped black skinny jeans, my belts, a muscle tank, and combat boots. i styled my long hair, teasing it and spraying it. that stupid hairspray always made me cough like crazy. while putting on my black eyeliner i stopped for a second, looking down at the wooden pencil. i just stood there analyzing it.

taking a deep breathe, i set  it down. i was ready anyway.