Not the Ordinary FAN (Christofer Drew story)

Chapter nine: My Best Friend, The Sellout

                                                    Chapter nine: My Best Friend, The Sellout

~Bri~

Is it weird that I still dream about Andy Sixx in a…uh…non-friendly way? Yeah, honestly, that is the cleanest way to put it. I mean…if I’d said what I was--

“Bri teeny!” Andy screamed. Oh look, speak of the emo Devil…

“Stop yelling, Andrew. People are sleeping.” I hissed, loud enough for him to hear.

I heard the screen for my bunk open, followed by hair brushing against my shoulder. “Were you dreaming about me again?” he asked in an amused voice. I could almost hear his eyebrows wiggling. “You dirty girl, you.”

Andy’s so weird…I sighed and rolled over to face him. “AH!” I smacked my hands over my eyes. “Where the HELL are your clothes, Andy?!”

He chuckled. “Uhhh. Funny story ya see…”

“Well it better start with why the hell you’re in my bus with no clothes on!” I pulled the cover over my face. “I SO don’t wanna see all that, bro!”

He snorted. “You know you want this.” he said jokingly. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. I mentally barfed. I mean, it‘s not that I don‘t find him attractive. It’s just…he’s like my bestie. So yeah, despite the dreams, -those really gotta stop, by the way- EW. “Bri?” he poked me.

“What, Andy?”

“Ya know,” he sighed. “It’s kinda of cold…”

I pulled the covers down to start at him in the eyes. “No.” I said firmly.

“Please?”

“No, no, no.” I shook my head. “Not a chance in hell, Andy.”

He started pouting. “Pleeeeease, Briiiiii?”

Damn it. I can‘t say no when he pouts. His face it just so freaking animated. I sighed. “You don’t fight far.” I hopped out of the bunk. “Get in. I’ll get some of Q-tip’s stuff.”

“Thanks, Bri.” he reached out to hug me.

“Ah,” I put my hand up. “After you put clothes on.”

I walked over to Q-tips bunk and opened the screen. “Ugh!” I pulled the cover over him. “Does anyone on this goddamn bus wear clothes?” I hissed to myself. I swear, I have probably seen every person on this tour half naked. At the least. “Q-tip.” I shook him. He sighed and rolled over. “Christofer.” I poked his face. “Christofer Ingle!” I yelled.

“Shut up, Bri!” Julz hissed from the bunk above his. I looked up at her and licked my tough out. So what if it’s childish? She totally deserved it.

A loud “thump” brought my attention back to Q-tip. Apparently he sat up a little too quickly, due to the fact that he smacked his head on the top of the bunk.

“Fu-u-u-uck.” He wined, rubbing the top of his head. Poor thing. He looked exhausted. “Is it time for my set?”

I shook my head. “No, no. Andy needs some clothes.” I sighed, feeling bad for waking him up. “I’m guessing he ran into some fan girls. Again.”

“And they took his clothes?” He smiled. “Naughty girls.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can he barrow some shorts?”

Q-tip nodded. “Sure, Love.”

“Thanks.” I walked over to his bangs. “And don’t call me ‘love’.”