Love or Lust (Andy Biersack Love)

Chapter 13:

It has been about a week since I last talked to Andy. I had completely ignored him in the halls and class, trying my best to avoid him. He tried effortlessly talking to me daily, stopping by my locker or pulling me aside during the passing period, but I couldn't. I was too afraid and confused. My life without him, however, was becoming extremely difficult. I would get home every single day and run straight to my room, shutting the door behind me and cuddling into my pillows. Tears streamed down my face as I replayed memories of us, and then replayed the memory of what I had seen. I shut my eyes tightly, praying for sleep to soon overtake me.

My eyes fluttered open and I was greeted with the sound of waves crashing along the shore. I coughed softly, my mouth completely dry, and sat up slowly. My head ached terribley and my eyes began to focus, watching the moonlight glisten along the beautiful waves below me. I looked around, noticing I was at Lucif Pier. Why was I here? My eyes scanned around and found a sign, and I squinted hard, trying to read it. The words were mixed together, concluding the fact that I was definitely dreaming.

I slowly stood up, brushing myself off and looked around. The night air was silent, and no cars or people were along the streets. Part of me wanted to go home, but the other part was slightly attracted to another house. Andy's. I bit my lip hesitantly, and turned towards the pier, making my way to his home.

I passed by closed down shops and abandoned food carts, and glanced over at the old amusement park that had closed down when I was four. As I passed the pier and went down the streets lined with houses, I turned down the street all the way at the edge of the neighborhood, following it all the way up to Andy's secluded house. I hadn't had the time to take in the beauty of his home. The driveway was lined with beautiful stones followed by small lights to guide me. Bushes and flowers spread along the sides of the house, and a tree was planted in the front lawn, beautiful flowers blooming from them. I noticed the front door was unlocked, and I slowly turned it, opening it up.

I slipped inside his house, closing the door quietly. It didn't really matter since it was my dream anyways, but I still felt like being polite. I noticed there wasn't an upstairs to his home, but a light shown from one of the rooms to the side. I managed to walk over to the door that was flooding with light, and poked my head inside, slowly walking in. There was Andy, sitting on the edge of his bed, a cigarette in one hand and a glass of vodka in the other. I heard a small sniffle and watched a tear slip from his eye as he took a swig of vodka, downing it in seconds and pouring himself another.

"Andy drinks?" I said to myself, and jumped out of my skin when I saw Andy's head snap up. His eyes went wide and he set everything down, racing over to me. He grasped my arms in his hands, studying me carefully. I wriggled out of his grip, giving a look of disgust and confusion.

"Madison? What are you doing here?"

"What?" I questioned, "This is my dream."

Andy furrowed his eyebrows, and snagged a piece of paper from his dresser. He scribbled a note on it and held it out to me. "Read this."

I shook my head. "I can't, when you're dreaming the words get scrambled together. That doesn't even make sense right now."

Andy ran a hand through his hair and looked down at my arms, confusion read on his face. I noticed and immediately pulled them behind my back, changing the subject. "Why can you see me? This is my dream, Andy."

"But I'm awake." He said quietly, making me furrow my brows this time.

"Wait.. Then how-"

"Look, I'm coming over right now, alright. Wake yourself up. Concentrate on waking up. I'll see you soon, angel." Andy kissed my forehead and grabbed his jacket before running out of his house. My mind was racing with more thoughts and I did as I was told, concentrating on waking up. I stood still for moments and moments, and felt a rush of air on my body as I screamed.