" We scream. We shout. We are the Fallen Angels!" Andy sang along with his own voice as the radio played ' Fallen Angels '.
"Damn I'm a pretty badass song writer, Huh?" He said as he leaned over, nudging my shoulder.
I chuckled, making a silly face. "Of course, I wouldn't have descibled you any other way." I smirked.
His laughter filled the car. His sweet, loud laughther. The same laughter I've been dying to hear for the past years. It gave me light shivers down my spine and I couldn't help but smile big. I looked over at him, watching him drive as he contiuned to laugh.
A moment ago I told myself he was a jerk, but in reality he was very sweet. He was still the same Andy I had met that day on the bus. He was my bestfriend, but he is still the same lovable, yet crazy Andy. I smiled to myself, my eyes shifting over to his wrist. He still had his tattoo. The tattoo that I had done a couple years ago. God, it looks so bad. I sucked ass when I did it.
"Nice tattoo, Andy." I told him, pointing towards his wrist.
He looked down to his wrist and chuckled. "Thanks. My best friend did it a while back ago." He looked to me and smiled. " Remember I told you how you have the same name as my best friend ?"
I am your best friend.
"Yes." I said.
"She's the one that did it."
"Oh, well she did a um .. pretty good job." I chuckled.
He smiled looking back to the road. "She did, I love it. The two A's stand for our first initials in our names. Andy and Aspen. I thought it was cute in a weird way." He said.
I laughed quietly to myself and nodded.
"How about you? Why is it that the last time I saw you , you had your right hand covered as you do now?"
The words actually caught me off guard. I had forgotten about my gloved hand. What should I tell him? That I have a tattoo that he did? Or lie ? I'm better off telling him a complete lie.
" I .. um had an accident when I was little and I have this big ugly scar that I hate to show. So, I cover it up so people don't look at it." I explained.
God, it hurt to lie to him. I have never lied to Andy in my life, but I couldn't tell him the truth.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Aspen." He spoke softly.
"Don't worry about it." I assured him.
He nodded and contiuned driving.
The rest of the drive was slience. No one said anything. No one did anything. It was completely silence. I hated it, but it was for the best. Now all I can do is just rest back on my seat and wait until we get to Sammi's house. Which I hope is really soon.
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The First Star. ( Andy Biersack Love Story )
Teen FictionLove is a strong word, many use it for different things, but Aspen uses the word love to describe how she feels for someone special.But the only thing is, she's not sure if he feels the same. Now he's gone and she's wondering why ? Abandon but Neve...