Note: The cover is of Avril because that's how I picture Alyssandra! Also, for those who are on the computer reading this, to the side is David Schmitt from Breathe Carolina! That's Alyssandra's boyfriend. :D Please let me know if I did okay on this first chapter! :D Happy reading!
Thursday-June 4.
I couldn't quite get the door knob to turn until David finally decided to help me. He wouldn't stop kissing me to let me open it. We stumbled loudly to the couch and I heard a light flip on. I pulled away from him to look down the hall to find the light being turned back off. I was going to flip if we woke Andy again.
David quickly went back to kissing me. I tried to talk him in to going to his place tonight, but he insisted we go to mine. Said something about he has family in. Why he was staying with me and not his family? I had no f*cking clue.
"You want something to drink?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.
David nodded and we walked to the kitchen. I spotted my vodka on top of the fridge. Hmm, so that's where they put it. Sneaky bastards are always hiding my alcohol from me. Whenever I do that to them they get pissed at me. Probably because they find me drinking it, but that's besides the point.
I grabbed the bottle and took a swig then handed it to David, who started to chug it. We were already more than wasted, so I stopped him. I didn't want to have to clean up another puke mess on my floor.
I turned out the light to the kitchen and we started to walk up to my room until I ran in to someone.
Oh hell.
I had a feeling I knew who I ran in to.
"Really Alyssandra? Again?"
I'd be able to tell that ticked off husky voice from a mile away. Of course I'd be able to, we've been best friends since I was a baby. Can't really say since we were babies because Andy's older than me.
"What Andy?" I tried my best to make my words sound mostly clear. When I'm in a drunken state, my words usually still come out pretty well, just slurred as most.
This is the tenth time in the past two weeks he's had to wake up and take me to bed, except this time David actually came home with me. All the other nights I've been drunk and alone.
"You two go get in my car. I'll be out in a minute."
David and I hopped in the back of his car. We started making out and didn't even quit when Andy got in the driver's seat. He made a rather annoyed "ahem" at us. I sat in the middle of the backseat and could see Andy giving me a pissed off look. Boy was I going to get an earful tomorrow, or in the car on the way home from dropping David off.
We wouldn't be in the car long since he lives right down the road.
Thank God.
Andy's probably tired of yelling at me. He's done it every time he's had to put me to bed the past two weeks.
David got out and so did I to kiss him goodnight. I heard tires squealing on the road and I turned around as fast as I could. Andy just drove off! What the hell? He's never done anything like that before. I looked at David and he intertwined our fingers.
"We'll just sleep in the guest house tonight. Alright? I'll drive you home in the morning."
He pecked me on the lips and we went in his house. We walked up to his room and he tossed me boxers. As we passed his pool, I felt like taking a swim, but I don't think drunk people and swimming mix well, so I shrugged the idea off. I changed in to his boxers and took my shirt off then crawled in to bed beside David, who was rather happy to see me.
The following morning-Friday.
I woke up to my boyfriend staring me in the face. Was there something suddenly interesting about facial area?
My make up is probably all over my face.
I raised an eyebrow at him and slowly sat up.
God was my head thumping!
I squinted my eyes trying to make it feel better, which everyone knows won't help anything. An orange Gatorade and two aspirins were shoved in front of me.
"Here. Take these and then we'll head to your house."
I nodded and took the pills. I got up to grab my clothes then we headed to his car and started towards my house. I barely made it passed David's car before he grabbed my waist and pushed me up against it. He kissed me so hungrily.
Boy was he an awesome kisser!
We broke apart and said our goodbyes. As soon as I reached the door, it opened. There stood Andy, still looking pissed. I really hated seeing my best friend so pissed at me, but I know I've brought it on myself.
"We'll talk later," he said and then shoved past me.
I stared down for a couple seconds before slamming the door shut.
Great, here comes another f*cking talk!
I threw on my shirt real fast and sat at the bar with Ashley in the kitchen.
"Why don't you just tell him how you feel already?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "Because I feel like keeping him as my best friend. Besides, it'd be just another reason for Juliet to give me more dirty looks, which means I'll be telling her off, which means Andy will get even more pissed with me."
"Oh come on, Alyssandra. You know you're a better pick than Juliet."
"I never said I wasn't." I winked and smirked then walked away to my room. I needed to shower badly. I smelled of smoke, sweat, & alcohol from the party last night.
I turned on my iPod loudly to Alice by Avril Lavigne. She's my favorite female singer.
Somehow my mind drifted back to what Ashley said just a few moments ago, "Why don't you just tell him how you feel already?"
There was no way I'd risk my friendship with Andy just because of my stupid feelings for him. I know what you're thinking, sounds just like the regular story between maleXfemale best friends. Honestly, it is. I don't want to admit it, but hey, when you're best friends with a rock hottie who has a great personality, it's kind of hard not to develop feelings for him.
The whole band of Black Veil Brides knew I had feelings for Andy. Ashley and CC love to pick on me about it, too. Like when I come home and wake up with a guy in my bed, they joke and say "She probably mistaken him for Andy." Sometimes it really made me want to punch them.
I wrapped a towel around my body and walked to my closet. I chose my Breathe Carolina tank top with my short ripped shorts. I made sure I chose my red lacy bra to go under my tank top.
I went back to the bathroom to put in my labret and nose ring. I decided to just throw my hair in a messy bun today. It wasn't like I was going somewhere today other than the couch or fridge.
It was around 8 at night and I felt like dancing. It was Friday and I don't usually party on the weekends, so I decided to improvise.
"Hey Ashley!"
I heard him run down the hall and stop.
"You called?"
I nodded and said, "Wanna dance?"
I walked over to the stereo system and plugged in my iPod. I scrolled through my songs until I spotted the song that felt right. Up All Night by Hinder. I felt like moving my hips a little, which is why I chose it.
Ashley gripped my waist and pulled my back to his front. We danced along to the beat until the music was cut off.
