Not Afriad to Die For You **(Black Veil Brides)**

Chapter 4: Forcing to You

ANDY'S POV:

I smirked at Jordan's scowl. She was sitting with a literal lapful of BVB stuff. 5 shirts, 16 bracelets, both the CD's and the EP since our third wasn't out yet, she had BVB makeup kits, backpacks, purses.... Anything we could grab. The only thing I'd gotten her that wasn't BVB stuff was a set of Batman sweats and Batman shirts, jeans, and a figurine that I'd bought for myself too.

"Fuck. You." She muttered.

"Play with your doll." I grabbed her figurine and tossed it at her face.

She growled. "I thought the point of your bet was to try to get me to like you...." She then stared out the window and I looked at her, my brows furrowing slightly. I turned my vision back to the road.

"I'm sorry JJ." I said. "Anything else you wanna do today before we go home?"

She sighs and shakes her head. I set my jaw and uncomfortable shift in my seat before driving back to our complex.

Jordan unburies herself from her stuff and opens the door, running inside with her face in her hands, not even closing the door.

I run a hand through my hair, letting out a deep breath. She was right, the point of this bet was to get her to like me. And she just ran away crying....

Not a good sign.

I hugged all her stuff into a ball and kicked the car door shut before walking up and into the apartment. I sneak past her black curtains and drop it all in the corner. I stay silent until I realize she's fallen asleep.

I hold my breath and sit on the opposite side of her bed, I stare at her face. Her black stained tears dried onto her cheeks. I bite back my own tears, feeling my lungs fill with tenseness. I brush her hair away from her eyes, and lean down to leave a small kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

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WILLOW'S POV:

I watched Andy walk out of Jordan's room, and stared at his unfocused eyes. He seemed distressed.

"Andy, come sit with me and relax." I called to him. He looked at me for a second, then at his makeshift bedroom in the corner, then back at me.

"I guess." He stumbles over and flops into the corner of the couch.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

His eyes wander to the floor. "I upset Jordan, I think it's gonna take a lot to get her to like me."

I laugh. "Ya think? Hun, no offense, but she's always been spouting off about how much she hates you. How you abandoned her and--"

"Thanks." He grumbles, glaring at me. He turns his attention to the TV and I turn it off. "Do you have a death wish?" He asks.

"Maybe." I smirk. "I'm trying to talk to you."

"Well I don't want to talk about 'that'." He swings his legs over the arm of the couch and lays down.

"What about then?"

He closes his eyes. "Nothing. I just want silence."

"Please talk, I don't like silent." I lay down, my head next to him.

He looks at me, his face only a few inches away from mine. I just want to lean foreward and kiss him. But I control myself.

"What the hell are you doing? You're in my space Sherman."

"I'm trying to be Biersack." I smirk. He rolls his eyes. "Come on, talk."

"Do you like Batman?" He asks, throwing his hands in the air as if he was just trying to say something random.... Which he was.