When Lace Meets Leather. (An Andy Biersack FanFic)

8) Thinking of you.

*** Lacey's Point Of View ***

I traced the pale silver promise ring on my finger lightly and it reminded me of Andy. I got up off the couch and headed over to the wall phone in the kitchen.

I leaned against the wall as I picked up the phone and dialed Andy's number. Every time the dial tone rang with no answer I became impatient. I sighed when it came to a voice-mail. I waited for the beep but said nothing. I didn't know what to say, and obviously he didn't want to talk to me. A tear forced its way down my cheek even though I willed it not to. I let out a painful breath of air and hung up the phone.

I slid my back down the wall, my Marilyn Monroe loose t-shirt and yoga pants rubbing against the plaster. Recently, I haven't been worrying about my appearance since it was just me in this house. It got quiet sometimes. The thoughts & memories of Andy flooding back into my mind looking like a kaleidoscope of our life. I missed him desperately.

As I was about to stand up, the telephone rang and I jumped up to answer it. I picked it up frantically and said "Hello?" with a wide grin on my face. Andy's voice promised to be on the other end and that made my heart beat faster.

But it wasn't Andy's voice, it was my dad's.

"Hey, Lace!" He said energetically. Bless his heart, ever since I moved out he had been alone. No one like mom to make his coffee in the morning or give him a quick hug before he left for the morgue, where he worked.

"Hi daddy." I said trying to sound cheeful.

"How are you sweetheart?" he spoke gently. "I know things have probably been tough what with Andy's band being on tour."

I bit one of my snake bites. My dad new me so well.

"Im fine, dad, its only been a few weeks. Hell be back in June."

"I know but I always do worry about you, Lace." he said and sighed into the phone. "If you need anything, you can call me, okay?"

"Ok daddy, thanks."

"Its okay sweetheart, Ill talk to you later."

"Tell mom I said 'hi' the next time you visit her, okay?"

"Okay, bye."

"Bye dad."

I hung up the phone and ran a hand through my hair.

I knew Andy would be home in a month, but that's not what worried me.

Oh no, compared to Andy being gone... This couldnt wait.

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*** Andy's Point Of View ***

I hopped out of my bunk and felt the bus shake a little. Trying to sleep on here was a nightmare.

Speaking of nightmares... Ever since I had been on tour, Ive been having nightmares about Lacey.

She wasn't able to come on tour with me because she had to work, but I called her almost every night before she went to bed.

I think we were somewhere in Ohio, looking out the window onto the small houses of where all my memories with my Angel began made me miss her even more. I think we were playing a show in my old home town, so I was planning on stopping by my parents house.

I walked passed all of the bunks and went into the living area. Sandra was still awake and sitting on the leather couch, watching TV. I sat down on the couch, letting out a sigh.

I ran my hand through my hair and tried to rub away the worry lines on my forehead.

"Another nightmare?" She asked, looking at me with concern.