When Markers Met Drumsticks [andy hurley]

The Boy With The Drumsticks

"Why hello there. I think you might need to go back to your place." he said, holding his umbrella. (A/N : thats the spirit album cover)

"Hi, yes. I need to go back there, but It's okay, you can go, I'll just wait here and I don't need any help, thanks, though," I said.

"No. Here, have this umbrella of mine."

"But I said I don't need any help..."

"Please, I don't want you to get bored of waiting." he said, being such a really sweet gentleman.

I sighed, "Fine.

"By the way, I'm Andy."

"I'm Alex." I said, at least I got to know his name already. Thanks to all of this rain.

"What a nice name for a girl. Now, where do you live?"

"Somewhere over there, it's not far from here."

As I showed him the directions to my place, we walked there and chatted a bit.

"Do I know you? You kinda looked familiar to someone I saw at my school." he said as my eyes widened and I gulped. Does this means he's been watching me too?

"Oh, Uhh, I don't know, I think you looked kinda familiar too." I said, blushing a little.

We finally arrived at my place, he left as I thanked him.

I checked the clock, and holy shit. I've been there for ages, It's 2 pm now. I got out at like 9 am and got back here for 6, fuckin', hours.

I just ate some leftovers I found around the kitchen, and head to my bedroom.

I put on the Bullets vinyl I bought today, and laid down as I texted Candice.

alex < hey, im back at my place now.
candice < Yay, I'm glad you're safe. Did anyone helped you? It's still raining outside.
alex < i'll tell you another time.
candice < Okay. Btw what are you doing now?
alex < i'm currently checking out one of the records i just bought this morning, it's called I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love by a band named My Chemical Romance. Never really heard of it.
candice < Woah what a long title. And I think I've heard that name before.
alex < heh, yeah. this is actually a really good collection of hardcore emo songs.
candice < I guess I'll check it out sometimes :3

// *fasts forward to Monday* //

(A/N : srry if i fast forwarded too much, i just don't know what to write)

I leaned over my locker, when Andy, a.k.a. the one who helped me back at the record shop on Saturday, started to approach me.

"Alex? Is that you?" he asked, must be curious about the 'girl' he helped.

"W-What?" I randomly asked, just in case he might be looking for another person.

"I'm Andy, remember? I helped you back from that record shop."

"Oh, so you were the guy who helped me? I knew you looked familiar as one of the students in here when I saw you."

"Yep, I'm definitely the random guy who helped you."

"I felt really weird asking this to you, but, why did you actually helped me? Nobody even gives a single fuck about a talking trashcan like me."

"Because, Alex, the records you were holding, one of them was published by me and my band." he explained, as my heart was jumping.

Holy smokes.

I daydreamed about this guy a lot, and he was actually a fucking guy from a fucking band.

He is more than just perfect.

I've always wanted to have a boy like Andy. No negative personalities, always acting like an adorable person, played on a fuckin' band, sugoi. Just, sugoi.

"Dude. You just fuckin' told me you were playing in a band. Stop lying."

"I'm not lying. It's true. I play the drums."

Sugoi. I am basically in love with this dude. But, at the same time, we were actually, not each other's type.

I mean, c'mon. Me, a shy girl who make arts colored with markers all the time, and him, an adorable boy who plays drums in a band. Markers and drumsticks. Markers and drumsticks.

"Well then, I gotta go, see ya later!" he left as Candice just got here.

"Wait!" I shouted. "Do you mind if maybe on like, I don't know, Friday, we could, ermm, like, uhh..."

"Are you going to say you're gonna hang out with me sometimes?" he replied.

"Y-Yeah, something like that."

"Well here then. Just text me sometimes." he left as he gave me his number.

I slammed myself to lean over my locker again, when suddenly Candice came.

"Eyy, what's with those blushy pink face?" she said. Just, why.

"Do you think one simple marker could make out with a drumstick?" I randomly asked, trying to stop thinking about Andy.

"What? Why did you even asked that?" she said, looking at me confusingly.

"I TRIED SO HARD, AND GOT SO FAR, BUT IN THE END, IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER" I sang a bit loudly. Sometimes I just had to sang some random lyrics to get something or someone off of my head.

"Alex, what is even up with you?" she slapped my face, as I sang a different song, acting like a crazy car radio.

"CAN YOU TAKE THIS SPIKE, WILL IT FILL OUR HEARTS WITH THOUGHTS OF ENDLESS, NIGHT, TIME, SKY, CAN YOU TAKE THIS SPIKE" I randomly sang again, and Candice was shaking my head.

"Alex Motherfuckin' Yu. Stop." Candice wobbled my head as I began to clam down, I mean calm down.

"Hey, hey, It's okay now, Candice. Stop wobbling my head."

To be continued.