Tonight, a Chapter Will Begin... (An Andy Biersack Love Story)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Kristin's POV

                "Mom's calling on Skype." I groaned as my Skype phone call rang on the bus. Rambo popped out of the bathroom. He knew I didn't feel like dealing with mom. I mean, I love my mom with all my heart but she'll bombard all of us and my band for that matter with questions. Just her alone is stressful. Imagine bringing my dad into the situation.

                A-iy-iy-iy

                I answered the call and I turned on my camera. My mom smiled and waved to the camera but frowned. "Honey? Can you see me? Can you hear me? Honey how do I work this skype thing?" She asked me repeatedly. I sighed and nodded.

                "Yes mom." I rolled my eyes.

                "HI MRS. HARLING!" Lawson yelled behind me, waving frantically.

                "CAN YOU BE ANYMORE OBNOXIOUS?" Ali shouted at Lawson.

                "Hi!" My mom waved happily. Rambo jumped into the seat next to me and smiled at his mom as well as I did. "Ramsey! Darling how are you? How's tour? Are you hurt? Are you okay? I have been-" Then I left them alone- like always.

                The only reason my mom calls my skype is to talk to Rambo. The reason she doesn't call RAMBO'S skype is because he doesn't HAVE one. She only calls me to talk to her favorite kid- Rambo. And I always excuse myself and she doesn't notice. I'm not hurt by it if you're wondering, I am used to it. She's done this sense well she put me on this planet. It was always Rambo.

                And Rambo actually hates it.

                He protected me when I was little and he wished our mom would care about me as much as she cared about him. But he was her first born, he was 'special'. Rambo disliked these calls for these exact reasons and tries to get off of them as quick as possible because he claims he'd 'rather be shoot in the head' than talk to his mom.

                I got off the bus and I walked around aimlessly. It was 3 in the afternoon and the crowd had really come in. I like to call this part of an average warped tour day 'rush hour' because this is when the most people come to watch a performance. It was quite crowded.

                Then again I saw Biersack puffing a cigarette, what an old habit of his. He's done it sense he was 16 and he hasn't stopped. It's been a good long 8 years of that habit and he doesn't look like he's letting go of it anytime soon. I can't be too hypocritical- after all I smoke as well.

                Although it can only barely finish one box in a month.

                Groaning as I saw him nearby I turned away. He could hear my loud groan of pure annoyance and he turned his head. When I tried to turn away, once again he gripped my wrist tightly so I couldn't walk away. I turned my head and my eyes narrowed. "The wrist bullshit you always do to me won't fix a thing. I am not going to listen to you. I have given you 2- basically 3 chances to make things right with us and you won't take it. I know you want things right or you wouldn't have invited me to dinner." I said to him. He sighed.

                "That's why I am trying to get you to stay here with me." He groaned, loosening his grip slowly then his hand falling back.

                "Yelling at me and screaming at me wants me to run away from you. Or slap you in the face." I said, my face softening. "You never treat me right. You used to treat me as if I was your gem. As if I was your prized possession. But not anymore. Not after you abandoned me without a simple goodbye." I whispered.

                "Kristin, I haven't told you what why I left you without telling you." He said honestly.

                "Because you're a dick." I said casually. His eyes narrowed.

                "No..." He trailed off. "Walk with me." He said, he stood up- no longer leaning on the side of the tour bus and started to walk slowly. He threw his cigarette bud on the ground as I followed him. He put his hands in his pocket and sighed. What excuse could he possibly have?

                "When I left, I left you behind because I knew you would want me to stay. Rambo KNEW I left for the very reason and he knew my reasoning was true. Was it a dick move? Yeah. It was. But I had to leave you behind because it was my dream. If I stayed then because I told you my decision I would be working some desk job instead of getting a career in Hollywood." He explained.

                "I wouldn't have held you back." I frowned. He chuckled a laugh then turning his head to me.

                "Yes, you would have." He grinned.

                "Sense when have I EVER been controlling?" I asked him with an arched eyebrow and a slight smirk.

                "You're very bossy." He noted. "Everything has to be your way."

                "But my way is the good way." I whined.

                "But it's your way or the highway." He said. I frowned and stuck out my bottom lip. He chuckled, removing a hand from his pocket and tussling my hair. "Even though you were and still are a complete control freak I still loved you then and I still love you now. I miss you every day Kristin, I've always had. I miss are conversations and our long walks at night in Ohio. I miss us."

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                "Oh I love these walks." I grinned as I held Andy's hand, walking with him in the darks of the night. The only light was the street lights and the lights in his piercing blue eyes. His grip was strong but guarding and I felt as if he was holding me- like nothing in the world could hurt me if he was around.

                Which is true.

                "I love spending time with you." He grinned, kissing my head softly. "I love just spending these moments with you and being able to look back on them. In 10 years, we'll remember moments like these and we'll take walks with our own kids. Tell them our stories." Andy said to me as he put his arm around me.

                "Will we be touring the world?" I asked him. "I hope our long walks will someday be in Russia or Brazil or Europe." I smiled. "Sometimes it gets boring just walking around in the same old USA." I smiled up at him. He chuckled.

                "We'll have our own band. We'll have records and fans. I can't wait for the day I tour the world with you, side by side and living in the love and lust of musical romance." Andy held me close to him as his lips fell on mine softly, brushing over.

                His touch.

                His love.

                Him.

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                His touch, his love, I felt them creep up at me. When he told me he missed us, all we could do was kiss. His lips were on mine and his hands were around my waist, pulling me into the kiss as my hands laced around his neck.

                All those kisses and all those moments we were together flooded my brain like the timeline of our love life. Every time we snuggled up in a blanket in his teenage bedroom, every time we played in the Ohio snow, every time he told me he loved me.

                His lips fell as he blinked, looking into my eyes. They shun a bright blue in the sunlight. He was speechless. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't ashamed or disgusted just- shocked. He still loved me. He still wanted me. He still wanted me in his life.

                "Can we live in a musical romance?"