A Wish Upon A Shooting Star

Don't Speak

I know I said before that it didn't matter to me if you voted or commented. But now, I'm beginning to wonder if my writing sucks! I've been told I'm pretty good at it, but hell opinions vary. So, if you could let me know what you think I would really appreciate it. Thanks.

And remember people the interactions between Andy and 'Jewels' is necessary, that's why they call it fiction.

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~~~ONE MONTH LATER~~~

Andy's been gone awhile now and I miss him so much; I can tell Aiden does too! I know it's only been a month but it feels like forever.

We talk everyday via Skype so he can see his daddy. He just lights up and giggles and touches the screen when Andy talks to him.

And tonight is no different, Andy had a few minutes before the concert started and he called to tell us goodnight.

After he hung up I babbled to Aiden, "You miss your daddy don't you? I do too!" and just then I got an idea.

I turned my laptop back on and pulled up BVB's tour schedule; their next stop was Vegas and I knew they would be there for a few days.

"Do you want to go see daddy?", I spoke childishly again. "You do! Me too! Let's surprise him!"

I reserved us a seat on the first flight out tomorrow and started packing up some stuff for us both.

Our flight was due to leave at 9 a.m., after we boarded the plane I called Sammi to ask her what Andy's room number was. I let her in on my surprise but swore her to secrecy. "I got it, room 910, thanks Sam!", I said hanging up and writing it down on my hand.

We arrived in Vegas a little after ten, I rented a car and drove straight to the hotel. I was so excited I left everything in the car, grabbed Aiden, and ran inside.

I rode the elevator up, becoming more impatient the longer it took. Finally the doors opened and I followed the arrows until I was standing in front of his door, Room 910.

I checked myself over making sure I looked alright and adjusted Aiden on my hip, then knocked.

I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat when the door opened; the girl standing there was taller than me, skinny, tattooed, with short blonde hair. She had a strange smirk on her face, "Can I help you?".

"Oh, I'm sorry. I-I must have the wrong room.", I answered bewildered.

A nanosecond later, Andy stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

A knot formed in my throat, my heart dropped into my stomach, my legs felt shaky, and my eyes filled with tears.

I looked past the girl and straight into Andy's eyes; I shook my head and smiled at him (With a 'I should've known' look on my face), turned, then walked away.

My main priority is to stay calm; I'm not going to scream, yell, or 'show my ass' and upset my son.

As I walked down the hallway, I heard Andy screaming at the girl which everyone else on the floor heard too. The rest of BVB stepped out of their rooms watching the scene unfold in front of them.

"BABY WAIT! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!", he yelled running after me while clutching the towel around him.

I prayed the elevator would hurry before Andy got there and I went off on him; but as my luck goes, he reached me before it opened up.

"That lines worn out, try a new one.", I chuckled.

"Amanda! Listen! I don't know how she got in there!"