The Art of Reconstruction (Andley)

7: Building Bridges

So my friend's sister went to the movies and she had candy in her purse and they check bags at movie theaters now, so the guy was like 'you can't have this'.  Then, she lied and told them she was diabetic and her dad didn't want her to pass out.  I died laughing when my friend told me oml. -Lily
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It was two weeks after my reunion with Kellin and life was pretty great, or at least better than it had been in years.  I was finally content with life. I wasn't worried about Ashley or anything else really. I had my best friend back and that was all that mattered.

Kellin was almost exactly as I remembered. He was sarcastic and occasionally pessimistic, but there was something different. Perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't mentioned Vic once since the day we'd reunited. I'd expected him to at least ask how he was doing, but he didn't.  I knew Kellin remembered him because I'd seen him react when I mentioned Vic's name in that psychic shop, yet he pretended that Vic didn't exist.  Maybe he simply didn't want to talk about him.  Maybe it was too painful of a subject.  I know that I'd felt that away after Kellin had asked about Ashley.  That was only a small flaw in an otherwise perfect couple of weeks, though.

Of course, nothing in my life could ever stay good for long.

The band and I were out clubbing with a bunch of friends from the tour and I was drunk off my ass.  The thumping music seemed to pound in time with my heart.  Juliet and I were stumbling around like idiots, laughing at absolutely nothing and tripping over our own feet.  I threw my arm around her shoulders for support as we made our way to the bar to get some more shots. I threw back the vodka, barely even noticing the burning sensation it left in my throat. 

I turned around and as soon as I did what I saw made the grin fall from my face.  Ashley was in a corner, making out with some whore.  Their hands were all over each other, and if I'm being honest, the sight made me sick to my stomach.  As if it didn't hurt enough already to see that, I was a bit of an emotional drunk and I found myself getting both angry and incredibly sad at the same time.  I grabbed a random drink from the bar, some poor sap's beer, and stormed over there, not completely sure what I intended on doing. 

Once I managed to get over there, though, I had a plan set in stone.  Before either of them knew what was happening I had poured the beer all over that girl's perfectly bleached blonde hair.  She shrieked and they both looked at me with horror and shock.  I simply smirked wickedly before striding away.  I was going to go back to Juliet who was staring at me in surprise, but someone grabbed my arm and started pulling me in another direction.  I looked at them and saw a fuming Ashley.  He dragged me into a quieter corner, moving too quickly for my drunken self to keep up, so I ended up tripping over my own feet and clutching onto him for support.  He pushed me away, though, and turned to glare at me, his dark eyes burning with intensity.  "What the hell was that, Andy?" he snapped. 

"What was what?" I slurred. 

"That little stunt you just pulled with the beer?" Ashley growled. 

"Oh," I snickered, "that."

"Yeah, that.  What the actual fuck did you do that for?" 

"I didn't like her.  Besides, I did you a favor.  She'd probably give you a STD," I said, rolling my eyes. 

"I can not believe you right now.  What the hell is wrong with you?" Ashley seethed.  I frowned.  He sounded seriously angry at me, more angry than he'd been for a while.  "I don't get why you're so upset," I said, hearing the hurt in my own voice. 

"Because you can't keep fucking doing this.  How the hell am I supposed to move on when you keep doing stuff like this?  It's bad enough that I have to sit around and watch you smile and live with the fact that it's not because of me, but now this?  I can't even get drunk and hook up with some chick because you're always fucking right there.  You said we'd never get back together, so why the hell can't you stop acting like a child and just let me move on?"