Sorrowed Souls II (Andy Biersack x Reader)

Resonance

"Anybody have a question?"

No one.

You sighed, tipping the end of your pencil with your tongue and sending the tip to your nose.

One weight pushing off the other, a teeter-totter in motion.

You made a mental note to go to the park with Andy later. As soon as this drag of a teacher stopped talking.

Before you knew it, class was dismissed. And you didn't hear your teacher's nasaly voice, that is, until she called your last name.

Why can't it be Biersack?

"Yes," you called back, pivoting on one heel and meeting her expectant gaze.

"Your last test," she began, sliding a paper forward, the end meeting the edge of the table as you finished walking up to her desk.

You looked at the front page, then flipped to the third, the second, the paper slipping past your thumb as the teacher continued.

"It was almost as bad as your most recent paper."

You didn't understand, until your reached the second half of the test. Of course—you were so nervous about the test, you neglected to put your phone in your backpack. It remained not against the wall but inside your pocket.

And when Andy kept calling... his personal vibration playing back to back...

You got a little scatterbrained, to say the least.

You looked to your teacher, seeing her finish looking up at you.

"I do hope you'll correct these mistakes in the future."

"Yes," you replied, nodding and slipping the test into your bag. "Of course—it won't happen again. It's—" A pause; you swallowed, running a hand through your hair. "My boyfriend—he's in a band, and..."

"And should not be interfering with your studies," came the reply.

"Yes. Sure. I-I mean, of course." You swallowed back every excuse. It wasn't worth the trouble, assuming you could even get the words in.

"I'll see you Tuesday."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

With a curt nod, she dismissed you, and you shouldered your bag once again. You left, actually making it through the door this time.

Like clock work, like he always does, Andy buzzed your phone.

His ringtone blared.

"I believe, that we all fall down sometime..."

You smiled at the barrage of moments that came with such a simple promise, a sincere and simple line. And with that smile still intact, you answered the call.

"Hey babe." The words came from both ends, earning quiet laughs from each side.

"You go first," you said, pinning your phone against your ear and shoulder as you opened the front entrance. "You're the one who called."

And then you looked up, seeing Andy parked just moments ahead. Car pulled up, tall body leaning against it in classic Ferris Bueller fashion.

"Just thought I'd surprise you." And he ended the call without looking down, shades hiding the eyes you knew were on you.

It was like a sixth sense, how everything came to together with him.

You jumped in his arms, feeling him immediately crumble halfway down.

"Oh, oh my back," he said, earning a light hit to the shoulder.

"Shut up," you said. "I'm not that heavy."

"You're thick," he laughed, straightening to his full length and pecking your lips. "But I'm thicker."

"Which means....?"

"We're both fat!"

And with that, he dropped you. Your Converse-covered feet landed on the concrete, mind wishing it were the dirt of Warped Tour.

Summer was almsot here, and you longed for the festival. It just wasn't here yet...

"Hear anything about Warped Tour?" you asked, climbing in the passenger seat as Andy revved the car to life.

"Aside from the fact that it's ending?" Andy returned, shaking his head. "No--why?"

"Just wondering," you mumbled. And just like that, your ears perked up to a familiar chorus playing.

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, wake up!

"Yesss--" you reached out, cranking the volume until the car buzzed with bass. "This mah jam!"

Andy just grinned.

"You're such a dork."

"But that's why you love me."

"Yep," and with a quick kiss, a meeting of lips in between cup holders, your afternoon began.

——

"You're lucky you're not in school," you began, throwing shards of a pinecone as you pushed higher on the swing. "Ms. Pierson is hounding my ass."

Andy made a sound, whatever playful smile on his lips drooping with realization.

"Maybe you should start a band," he said, voice serious but thoughtful.

"Ch'yeah." You rolled your eyes and you couldn't help but remember how you filled in for Jinxx, playing rhythm on Knives and Pens. They needed a guitarist, and after almost a solid year of practice, you answered the call.

You just wished your grade hadn't been sacrificed in return.

Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is Alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange.

You sighed away the quote. You and Andy had finished the original FMA and were halfway through Brotherhood. You made a point to watch every Friday--pizza and drinks between you two.

Your feet dragged against asphalt, successfully stopping your swinging after a few moments.

"So"--Andy stretched away from his swing, watching you toss the half-naked pinecone away. Hands went to jacket pockets. "What are you going to do about your grade?"

"What is there to do?" you countered, ripping a nail and spitting it off to the side. "My GPA is in jeporady. I gotta get it up."

Andy made a sound of agreement.

"You know I wasn't kidding about the band thing," he said, trailing behind you as you both headed for the park's entrance.

I can't, you thought, lips sown shut. I can't burden you like that.

"--and you've really picked up rhythm quick. Our songs ain't easy."

"I know," you said quietly, and luckily Andy left it at that.

——

A disc came in front of your face, blocking out your view of your phone.

You knew what it was, even without looking at the title.

"Dark Knight?"

"Yup," he said. "Feeling like a Heath Ledger kinda mood."

"Let's at least get some soda first." And by that, you meant the Mountain Dew stacked away in his garage's fridge.

"Shh, can't hear you--movie's starting."

"Ugh," you sighed before standing up, ambling towards the hall and opening the door to the garage.

It was a little cold, prompting you to pull Andy's hoodie closer. He kept the Beverly Hills home a little chilly in response to the coming summer air.

You took a liter of wonderful, wonderful Mountain Dew out, the body swinging as you held the top with two fingers and closed the fridge door.

That was when you felt your brain float away on angel wings, and your body met the floor, your sight blackening.