Londy One Shots

Meet Me at the Hotel🌶

Part 2 of Vancouver would've been way more fun if it ended gay

The day after the Vancouver show, everyone was talking about the fight, about Andy jumping into the crowd to fight a heckler. Videos and pictures swarmed the internet, and it was all anyone had on their minds.

Except for Lonny Eagleton.

Lonny sat at his kitchen table, his phone sitting in from of him, open on a text message he had received at three o'clock in the morning... well, a series of text messages.

Unknown number: 'Hi, Lonny.'

Unknown number: 'that was ominous and creepy as fuck.'

Unknown number: 'let me start over.'

Unknown number: 'this is Andy.'

Holy shit.

Andy Biersack was texting him.

He knew it was Andy too, because he sent it to his Instagram, and only informed him that via holding up his phone to show Andy the message he had written in his snapchat.

He debated on replying. What if Andy was actually a dick, and Lonny would end up hating him? He didn't want a bad experience with the musician to ruin the band for him.

Lonny finally reached out, and took the phone into his hand, typing out a message in response.

Lonny: 'hi, Andy. I wasn't expecting you to actually reach out to me lol.'

Perfect, it was chill, but honest, nothing too over the top or fanboy-ish.

He saved Andy's number into his contacts, and tossed his phone onto the table again, not expecting any reply as he got up to fix himself a bowl of cereal.

As he took the carton of milk from his refrigerator though, his phone dinged with a text notification.

"There's no way." Lonny thought out loud, walking over to the table to retrieve his device, and unlocked it.

Andy B: 'why wouldn't I?'

Lonny stared dumbfounded by the message.

Why wouldn't he?

Lonny could think of a lot of reasons as to why Andy wouldn't text him, but before he could spiral too much, Andy texted him again.

Andy B: 'is it okay if I call? It's a hotel day and I'm bored as hell.'

Lonny could feel the butterflies fill his stomach, and before he could overthink it, he agreed.

Lonny: 'sure, I have a day off anyways.'

The guitarist only had to wait a matter of moments before his phone rang, he jumped slightly before he answered it, lifting the phone to his ear slowly.

"H-hello?" He stammered. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Hi, Lonny." Any doubts as to who it was disappeared as Andy's voice filtered through the phone speaker.

"Oh so it's really you." He breathed out.

Andy smiled slightly at that. "Yeah, did you think it wasn't?" He asked curiously.

"I mean... yeah? Like obviously no one else would've been able to get my number, but like...I don't know." Lonny trailed off.

"I get it." Andy reassured. He couldn't blame the other man for questioning it, hell, he would too if rolls were reversed.