It doesn't REALLY mean anything... (boyxboy) (Andley)

Ch 11

This chapter is for @CrashieDashie because I always see you voting and you're awesome.

Wow, the end of the story is approaching. I'm nervous! Let's see if I can do anything to heal the bond between Ashley and Andy. Oh, and I hope you don't hate me for having Andy propose to the wrong person. I've also noticed my chapters seem to be getting shorter, so I'm giving you at least 3000 words. Thank me. This chapter takes place only one month later, so be happy. Remember to comment, read, and vote!

Ashley's POV

Tonight, Juliet is visiting us on our last performance of the tour. That's kind of awkward, saying as I've been fu.cking her fiance for a while. I stayed away from Andy for about week after he got engaged, but when we had our first hotel night, Ands and I shared a room. I meant to stay away from him, I really did, but things didn't exactly work out that way.

We went for five rounds...

I've been called a sex addict by Andy recently, but I think I'm just addicted to se.x with him. I can't help it, he's just so goddamn perfect. And yes, straight men can think other men have pretty eyes, or that other men's as.ses are just as good or better than pu.ssy. I am straight, I swear.

Andy and I almost got caught by Jake, as I was trying to be given a bj in my dressing room and he knocked really loudly. He was all 'Its urgent' so we had to hide Andy, he was naked, and I had to hide my bo.ner under he dressing room counter.

Apparently, urgent to Jake is Jinxx annoying him and stealing his hair spray. Idiot.

I keep thinking I can't do it anymore. Being with Andy, or whatever it is, that is. It's one of the best bits of my life, yes, but it's also the worst. I miss my best friend, the one I would talk to. That person I could tell my secrets to. But this Andy? I feel like I have to hide everything from him and me.

And while I'm trying really, really, hard to be cool about Juliet, I'm fu.cking freaking out! I feel so guilt these days, about her, about me, about everyone who seems to get hurt in the backlash of my relationships.

"Hey, Ash, what ya doing?" Asks Andy, as he sits next to me on the bed. I'm in the hotel room, and I've been staring at the wall, thinking, for awhile now.

"Just thinkin," I say as I turn to face him. He gets curious, the little fu.cker.

"Ohhh really? What ya 'just thinkin' about?" Why won't he leave me alone? It'll just make it hurt more when he ends it if he keeps this up. Not that I have feelings for him. I just... Will miss hanging out with my best friend as much as we do now. Se.x is just a bonus.

I decide to be honest with him. I really need to get this off my chest. "Us." I state simply. His eyebrows furrow in slight confusion.

"Us?" He questions. I nod. He motions for me to continue. I sigh before elaborating.

"Yeah, us. I can't ignore it for much longer, you're getting married, Andy!" I raise my voice slightly.

He holds out his hands, trying to calm me. "Ash, come on, think about this-"

"I am, Andy! That's the problem! I know you all think I don't have morals or something, but I do!"

"We do think you have-"

"Shut up!" I yell, standing up. "I'm sick and fu.cking tired of you trying to make it out as nothing! I can't even look Juliet in the face!"

"Look, I understand-"

"No you fu.cking don't! We used to be friends!" I say angrily.

"Us? We are still friends, Ash. That's kinda how 'friends with benefits' works." Andy still has an even voice. I roll my eyes at him. Can't he tell he can't talk his way out of this?