I heard a knock on my bedroom door, which brought me back from my thoughts. I sluggishly got out of bed and stretched as I walked over to the door. I unlocked and opened it slowly, to find a awkward looking Andy there. Andy looked at me and smiled, then looked down at my outfit and blushed. I suddenly had an interest for the door frame and proceeded to inspect it. Andy cleared his voice and spoke,
"D-dinner is ready for you downstairs." I looked away from my inspection duties and nodded. He turned away and left down the hall with me trailing a distance behind him. Once we reached the living room, Andy handed me a plate of pasta with a generous amount of Alfredo sauce on top. Andy took his plate in his hand and sat down on the couch to watch TV. I stood in the archway with my plate and looked around for somewhere else to sit, but there was know where. What the hell does he do when he has friends over? Wait, does he even have friends? I made eye contact with Andy and he spoke with food in his mouth, "You know you can sit down if you want to." With every word he said, pasta and sauce were spit out onto the couch...
"How attractive..." I sarcastically muttered to myself behind my hair. Andy put his plate on his lap and patted the empty spot next to him, "I don't bite." he giggled. I huffed and reluctantly walked over and sat down on his white velvet couch and sunk into it. He smiled when I sat and he took his plate in his hands again and resumed to eat his masterpiece. We sat in silence as we both ate our pasta,t he only sounds being the forks against the plates and the music playing quietly on the tv. I looked up from my plate when the MTV host spoke quite loudly. Does he not realize that we have ears and can hear him perfectly fine at a normal volume?
"And at number one for the third week in a row... Heart of Fire by Black Veil Brides!" I looked at the TV eagerly waiting to listen to this band. There names sound familiar... but from where? The TV suddenly went black and I looked over to Andy to see the remote in his sweating hands. Gross.
"What the fuck?" I sneered. He looked at me and looked around the room... still sweating. Seriously what is it with this boy and sweating?
"I... uh... don't like they band. They are shit." He said rather quickly.
"Why? What's so bad about them?" I questioned.
"Just because I don't fucking like them okay?! If you have have your mother fucking secrets then so can I! O-fucking-Kay your majesty!" He was breathing heavily as I sat there... shocked at his yelling. A flashback with my father played in my head. All the pain and memories rushing back. A single teared escaped my eye. Andy saw my tear and his face softened. I wiped away my tear and tried to get up, but Andy grabbed my wrist.
"Ashley.. I-I'm sorry." He gulped. I stopped and was silent. I slowly turned around and was face to face with him. I looked up at him, with tears in my eyes and grabbed my plate of pasta. I looked at the plate, then at Andy, then back at the plate.
"You know what? I really like your hair today Andy." I spoke in a monotone voice.
"Thank You?" Andy answered.
"I think I know what would make it look a lot better." I whispered, smiling at the ground.
"Oh ya? Now what would that be?" He asked seductively.
"THIS!" I screamed, picking up the pasta with my bare hands and smashing it into his hair and all over his face. Once I was happy with my work, I wiped my hand off on his carpet, threw the plate on the ground and ran back up to my room while Andy tried to get the sauce out of his crystal blue eyes. Such a shame. I almost feel bad... for my stomach. I locked the door and crawled under the blankets and pulled them over my head, almost like I was in my own cocoon. I was in a silent room by myself, alone with my thoughts. The worst combination in life. Every memory of my father and our fights flooded back into my head. Every poisonous word he spat at me, all punches and kicks he would give me and every item thrown at me in anger... one including a knife. I didn't notice I was crying until I felt my cheek get wet and I sat up and looked at my black stained pillow. Heh... matches my soul now. I smiled at my stupid joke and closed my eyes in this quite and peaceful moment.
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My Batman Didn't Wear A Cape (Andy Biersack)
FanfictionAshley Simmons runs away from her abusive father one night and is prepared to face whatever she has to so she can make it on her own, when she meets a handsome stranger. Little does she know who this stranger is. What will she do when she finds out...
