*McKinley*
I sighed as I finally got to walk into my house. Tonight the rest of Andy's band are landing so we have to pick them up because we are going to need to vechiles because one won't fit everybody. I sat down on my couch and Max came bounding downstairs. Aunt Becky had been staying and feeding him and what not. Then Andy came in, sliding his phone into his pocket.
"The guys should be here around eight thirty or nine. So we could leave around eight. That way if there is any traffic we will have a little time."
Andy said.
"Yeah, so until then?"
I asked.
"I guess just hang out some. We can write songs or something."
"Yeah."
I then went and grabbed my guitar. Andy took it and started to strum not really in any particaluar tune until he settled for one. I grabbed my song notebook. Then words instantly came to my mind.
"Weather man said it's gonna snow
By now I should be used to the cold
Mid-February shouldn't be so scary
It was only December
I still remember the presents, the tree, you and me
But you went away
How dare you?
I miss you
They say I'll be okay
But I'm not going to ever get over you
Living alone here in this place
I think of you, and I'm not afraid
Your favorite records make me feel better
Cause you sing along
With every song
I know you didn't mean to give them to me
But you went away
How dare you?
I miss you
They say I'll be okay
But I'm not going to ever get over you
It really sinks in you know when I see it in stone
Cause you went away, how dare you?
I miss you
They say I'll be okay
But I'm not going to ever get over you"
I sang as I wrote the lyrics down.
They were slightly haunting and chilling. Andy then stopped playing the guitar.
"Did you just come up with that just like that?"
He asked.
"Yeah, pretty much. Give me a topic and a guitar and I could probably write a pretty decent song in a couple of minutes."
I said.
"That's amazing. It usually takes me and the guys hours. Then again I have A.D.D. and it makes things a little difficult sometimes."
He said.
"Yeah, I used to have trouble with my A.D.H.D., but I eventually figured out how to kind of control it. Then again sometimes it acts up when I get excited about something."
I said.
"Yeah, I can control mine sometimes."
He said.
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A Country Rebel Love Song
FanfictionRockstar, Andy Biersack, doesn't go to Georgia looking for love. It seems that love has found him.