A Devil for Me

Devil

Maybe.. since they live in England now... Remington could join us... Andy won't know if it ended up being a coincidence... 

Hallows Eve. The day before Halloween, and the day before the rest of the band would leave for England for the next leg of the tour. The leg of the tour through 19 cities, some in France, and Germany, and the rest spread throughout England. Traveling with Halestorm made the younger of the two males happy since they grew up listening to them on his MP3 player while in the foster home for most of his life. Turning 21 in less than a day, they thought it would be best to leave before the others would benefit them since sightseeing would be their bucket list of exploring the venue and the surrounding area with the sights. 

Arriving at LAX early in the morning, plopping down into the uncomfortable chairs, Dustin groaned suitcase next to him with Andy on the other side. The flight would leave for London at 6 am, arriving in England around midnight, with the time reading 4 am. Both were exhausted from either getting up at 2 am or staying up all night, exchanging glances to acknowledge the fact of needing caffeine. 

While the older had gone to get coffee for both of them, Dustin texted away while half-asleep to Remington, letting him know that they would soon be leaving for England. 

Shorty: > Being half asleep is fun, but I got coffee on the way so it'll help in a way

Undead> Coffee? If it's Starbucks, I don't know if we can still be friends /j

Shorty>....noooooo

Undead> It is, isn't it? 

Shorty> listen-starbucks good. On some occasions. 

Undead> Whatever you say, just get here safe, I don't need to plan a funeral/lh

Chuckling to himself, a smile appeared on his face when Andy's arm came next to his face with a coffee in his hand. His own inkless hands took the coffee with a happy hum, sipping away at the spicy yet flavored bean water with milk, cream, and sugar to fill his stomach until they got on the plane so he could munch on snacks and sleep for the whole trip. 

Once on the plane, Dustin had fallen right asleep after they took off. All nestled up in his old-time BlackVeil shirt, Bad Omens jacket, Palaye Royale beanie, and black vans. Resting on his hands were fingerless gloves and rings that fit from years prior. Chains hung off his belt loop, buttons, and pins on the lanyard around his neck that kept his wallet and ID attached. Head lolled towards the window, he would either wake up to the blinding sun or the nighttime sky since England had an 8-hour time jump in front of LA. A small stir had him curling up in his seat, which the other took note of to put feet and legs back down so they didn't cramp up on the whole flight. 

Collecting snacks for himself and Dustin, Andy gently shook the male when they were 3 hours into their 12-hour flight. The younger male groaned at being awoken but sleepily took the snacks to munch on them, hands and arms up against his chest to almost store the snacks in his cheeks if he were a chipmunk, probably for next winter. The taste in his mouth made him inhale the food at a rate that would be near impossible before reaching over to take the water bottle that the older had sitting on his tray, giving the older a smile before putting his skull candy earbuds in, restarting the song that he had previously pause to have an internal spasm when the beginning of True Friends by BMTH started, bringing him back to the friends he once had that ditched him for better people once they found out he went to the foster home at 14. 

Hell, he didn't mind it one bit. He had found a better place, better people, and the best person he could ask for. If it weren't for them, he probably would be on the streets, not on a plane to England for a tour that he could finally be a part of and see screaming fans. Something he dreamed of for many years. The blasting of Funeral Derangments took him back to his middle school years. The years were a blur when his family moved to another state for some time before moving back to California. Specifically the state of Ohio in the small town of Findlay. Moving to the town set him to have to start all over. But that had been his past. A past that he longed to forget and move on from. 

Once having reached London airport around 5 pm GMT, both checked into a hotel for the night. they would meet up with the others in the morning to get on the tour bus and make the trip for the first show to start the rest of the tour. But at the given time, they sat their suitcases on the extra double bed, before going out to see the sights once the room door got closed and they had the room key.  Footsteps echo down the carpeted hallways, and both men make it out to the lobby from the elevator, Dustin ran once he glanced up to hug the person on the other side of the elevator who tightly hugged back with a big bat smile, spikey hair, small striped shirt with suspenders on the top that attached to black shorts. Matching the black vans and socks that went with it. 

"Ah! I thought you wouldn't be here until later?!" 

With a spooked look written on his face, Dustin pulled away from the slimmer male of the two, the face that belonged to nobody other than the person he called 'Undead' who would be hanging out with them. Maybe it'd become a good thing, maybe not. Only time will tell. Releasing the younger, the male glanced up at the one who had his hands in his pants pockets, biting the inside of his cheek with a furrow of his brows and a low huff. 

"Biersack." 

"Leith- no wait. Kropp." 

Hitting the older shoulder, he got a scowl from the youngest who had mouthed to him to behave, making an unamused face that the other read himself. That changed when Dustin started walking, only to stop and see if they were gonna follow or stand and stare at each other like a childhood staring contest. Sighs leaving the men who followed after, both knowing that the other had interactions with the one in front of them. Would the truth spill from either of their mouths? The day would stay young to find out and see. 

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Once reaching the small yet packed bar, the three men went inside to the far back. A room they reserved for themselves away from the bar-goers, crazed fans, and paparazzi. The once loud bass-boosted songs were barely heard from the soundproof room. They both wanted to give Dustin the best 21st birthday ever, but the festering grudge made it hard for them. The grudge that had occurred over time due to how much attention the one got instead of the other. 

After a few hours, a couple of drinks and stupidly dancing to the awful playing club music, the drunk Dustin who couldn't hold his liquor that well meandered his way to both of the buzzed men. Laying on both of them to groan in travel-sized companion, he poked Andy's cheeks with a goofy smile, the stench of alcohol wafting off his mouth. If taking a breathalyzer, he would read around 1.3. Yep drunk. Drunk enough that the words he had spewed from his lips made both of them look at each other, eyes widened yet slightly angered, the tattooed hands of Andy lifting him fully onto his lap to rest his head on his shoulder and chest so he didn't stare into the lights, but instead stared at the darkness 

"Dustin. Hun. What was it you said? You were mumbled." 

A small whine of opening his eyes to the light had the youngest re-spoking what he spewed to set the room in utter silence. A silence that a pin could drop from miles away and could be heard. 

"What I said.. was... Remington and I kissed a few times a while ago" 

A vicious glare was sent toward the spiked hair male who raised his hands up in defense towards the other, a nervous chuckle leaving his mouth. A few minutes later Andy left with the drunk male in his arms. Setting him in the passenger seat of the Uber that they took on the way back to the hotel. The time reading was 10:30 pm when they got into the room. Kicking off his shoes, the keys were dropped onto the table after the door was shut and locked from the inside, migrating his way to the shared bathroom to run a bath to help with the alcohol. He had a small one as well, but he could easily sleep it off to counter-act it in the morning 

After getting the other bathed, sleep took over the both of them. Dustin was already fast asleep on the right side nestled under the sheets and duvet that had shifted when the bed dipped down for Andy and his book. The book he started reading with the small lamp on the bedside table next to him, the sentence wracking in the far back of his brain that would pop in from time to time whilst he flipped through his book. With a deep sigh, he set the book down on the table, clicking off the lamp to pull the other closer to him. He would talk it with him in the morning when they both woke up. But for now, they needed sleep for the big days ahead of them.