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

Ch 12

This chapter takes place two months after the last one. The second, longer, tour started one month ago. There is one more months of this tour. I'm not even really sure what I wrote, so let's just call it a filler chappie. It's shorter than the last one, because Ch 11 was fu.ckin long. Anyways, read, vote, comment, and enjoy!

Andy's POV

I don't know why he did it. I honestly can't think of a reason. Things were just getting back to normal, we had pretty much forgotten about my engagement, and life was a paradise with Ashley.

Then, last night, he banged some random sl.ut he met at a stupid party.

She isn't even that pretty! And he could've had me. That's the real reason I'm mad, and hurt too. Why would he choose some random chick over me?

Suddenly, I hear a moan from Ashley's hotel room. We were going to share, for obvious reasons, but when he brought back the sl.ut I crashed in a room with Jinxx.

The moan I just heard signifies they're ... going at it again. I feel like crying, but I can't in front of Jinxx. So, I decide to go out. Maybe get some coffee, smoke some, I don't know. Anything to get away from that.

So I tell the barely awake Jinxx I'm heading out. He nods sleepily, he's so out of it I bet he doesn't even hear Ashley and Brittany, or Tiffany, or whoever the fu.ck she is. I use the elevator so that I can get out faster.

When I leave the hotel, I walk the streets of the city, and I find the morning beautiful. The fog clings onto buildings, and people mill about everywhere. It's a chaotic harmony that I love.

I find a small, corner shop. It's a cute little bakery/coffe shop. I walk in, and the air that hits me is warm and cozy. I order a coffee at the small bar-ish area. When it arrives, it's great tasting. I'm just minding my own business, sipping my coffee and responding to fans on Twitter, when I feel a hesitant tap on my shoulder.

"Yeah?" I say, turning around. It's a girl with bright red hair, brown-green eyes, and black clothes. She has more or less emo makeup but not the stereotypical hair. She's clutching a notebook and nervously grinning.

"Are you- um- Andy-"

"Biersack?" I finish her question for her with a chuckle. "Yeah, that's me." She grins really big, and her eyes light up.

"Omg! I'm going to die! Can I have an autograph? If it's not to much trouble? I heard you and Juliet are getting married. I honestly ship you and Ashley more, but whatever. My friends won't believe me!" She says all that very fast and I can barely process that she wants an autograph.

"Do you have anything you want me to sign?" I ask kindly. She continues to beam, and pulls out her notebook. She has a page near the back with autographs, most likely from her favorite band members or celebrities. I sign and hand it back to her. She thanks me and turns to walk away, but I stop her.

"Want to take a picture with me?" I ask. Her eyes get side and excited and she nods excitedly.

"Of course!" I let her take multiple selfies with me, then take one on my phone and post it on Twitter and Instagram. I caption, ' Just met this super cool fan at breakfast!' I give her a hug before she leaves, grinning ear to ear.

I feel a lot happier now. It's incredible, seeing what you can do and how you affect people. She seemed to happy to see me. It's still mind blowing, even after all these years.
I know I used to, and still am, be a fan of music artists or something. I felt like meeting them was hopeless. But then something like this happens. You realize, there's hope everywhere.

Maybe even with Ashley.

Ashley's POV

I'm sorry. That's what I want to say to Andy. I don't care if he doesn't have feelings for me, I still feel like I did something bad. I slept with some random chick. But I won't say sorry, I can't.

Why?

Because Andy's getting married. Andy's gonna be married and happy without me, and I'll need to be able to move on. Plus, I've lost some of my ladies man smooth mojo, and now I can get it back.

I don't really want it back. I want Andy. I'm not gay, I'll just miss my best friend when he's all tied down and stuff. Pffft. Whatever. Marriage is for losers. Yup.

Maybe I'll re-kindle things with Kina. Sure, we ended kinda badly, but she was, is, hot as fu.ck.

No matter what I do, I can't do it with Andy. Not for long, anyway. Don't get me wrong, I want to. But I need to have a way to be stable when he leaves me. Plus, I really am being awful to Juliet. She does not deserve to have Andy cheating on her, much less with one of her friends.

I hate it, but my mind is made up. Soon I'll end things with Andy. Juliet will be happy, Andy will get over it, and the guys will remain oblivious. Everyone will be able to be happy.

Well, except me. But what do I matter, really? Andy proved who he wanted when he proposed. I respect that, and I'm willing to step back and let him be happy. My misery doesn't need to be known.

A/N I'm sorry that was so short, but I'm really lacking inspiration. The story is so close to being over, maybe I'll make a sequel? I don't know. Comment if you want one. Comment anyway, I want to know what you guys think. Thanks!