Rock N Roll ( Andy Biersack / BVB )

Chapter 4

He cupped my face with his hands, pulled me in, and kissed me desperately. I felt myself melt into the kiss. Until my brain registered, that is. My eyes widened and I pushed him away from me.

"What the hell?!" I yelled at him.

His eyes were crazed. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Jamie-"

I didn't let him finish. I was already half way out the door. I slammed the door shut behind me. I was about to run back to my bus when I slammed against someone. I ended up laying on top of them.

"This is nice and all, but shouldn't I know your name before we fuck?" A voice laughed.

My gaze fell on some familiar glasses. "Shut up, Purdy." I told him.

He stopped laughing and quickly got up. He forgot I was on top of him, as he hit my head with his. I groaned, grabbing my head in pain.

"You have such a hard head." I said, massaging my forehead with my hand.

"Well, right now something is hard." He chuckled, taking off his glasses.

I rolled my eyes at his perverted joke. He's still the same.

I heard the door of the tour bus open, and I groaned internally. Couldn't he just leave me alone?

"Jamie," I heard Andy say. "Um, what are you doing?"

"We're having sex." Ashley said. "What do you think we're doing, Andy?" He rolled his eyes.

I got up from him and helped him up to his feet. "Sorry." I mumbled an apology and left without another word.

<Andy's POV>

I watched her leave. Her long curly brown bouncing with the wind. I sighed, pulling the ends of my hair in frustration. Great, she's going to hate me even more, I thought to myself.

"Damn," he whistled, staring after her. "She has a nice ass!"

I punched his arm.

"Ow, what the hell?" He rubbed his sore arm. I rolled my eyes at him.

"So whipped." He mumbled quietly, but I still heard it.

"What?"

"Nothing." He threw his hands up in mock surrender.

"What was she doing in there anyway?" He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"N-nothing."

"Ooh." He cooed. "Something happened." He concluded.

"Nothing happened."

"Sure." He smiled smugly. "I thought she hated you."

"She does." I groaned, pulling my hair. "And probably even more now." I mumbled to myself.

"Why?" He asked. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." I sighed. "Let's go practice, we're on in a few."

<Jamie's POV>

I walked as fast as I could, trying to get as far as I could from them.

How could he do that to me? After what he did?! And how could I kiss him back?! I'm such an idiot. I sighed in frustration. This was going to be such a long ass tour.

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When all the sets had finally ended, we all decided to go drinking as a celebration for completing the first day of tour.

I was happy about this news; I needed a drink.... Or ten.

"Jammmmmmmiiieeeeeee." Jack said happily, swinging his arm around me. "We should do body shots!!" He suggested.

I laughed, "Maybe laterrr." I slurred.

"Yes!" He pumped his fists up. He's clearly had a few drinks already.

I gulped down so many drinks, that I started losing count. I just wanted to forget everything.

"Hey babe." John kissed my cheek.

"Johnny!" I exclaimed. "Where you been?" I giggled.

He laughed at me. "You're drunk."

"I'm not!" I laughed. "You are!!"

He chuckled, "Come on, let's get you back to your bus."

"Noooo." I pouted. "Me wants to dwink morrre!!" I exclaimed, pumping my fist up.

"Come on." He grabbed me by the waist and dragged me away from the bar.

As we walked away, I felt someone watching me. I looked around the club in my drunken state of mind. My gaze fell on a familiar set of haunting blue eyes, who were watching me intently. I squinted at him, why was he looking at me. I followed his gaze, and it landed on Johns arm around me. I smirked.

"Johnnnn." I wined.

"Yes love?" He smiled.

"Kiss me."

He didn't need to be told twice. He let go of my waist and cupped my cheeks. He kissed me hard and desperately, and I kissed him with as much passion.

He broke the kiss first. He smiled and grabbed my hand. "Let's go, Jamie." I nodded sleepily. I looked back to see Andy's reaction, but he wasn't there anymore. I shrugged it off and followed John, back to my bus.

On the way there, he met some other bands and they stopped to talk to him. After a few minutes of just standing there, I told him I was going to my bus. He protested saying he'd go with me, but I turned him down telling him I was feeling fine and could find it myself. He looked unsure, but he knew I was stubborn and would refuse his help, so he let me go in peace.

I walked around drowsily. It seemed I was getting even more drunk by the second. There was so many tour buses, and they looked the same. Maybe I should've just let John walk me back.

After a while of aimlessly walking, I found the bus. "Thank God." I muttered to myself.

I opened the door and let myself in. Everyone was still drinking, so I was all by myself. Which I didn't really mind; I had a horrible headache.

I took off my jacket and threw it on the couch. Took off my shoes and pants leaving them on the floor. I took off my shirt and bra, and replaced it with a long Guns N Roses shirt I found on the couch.

I yawned and stumbled to the back where all the beds where. I noticed someone was already in mine, buried under the covers. I rolled my eyes, "Why are you always sleeping in my bunk?" I mumbled loudly. My brothers always did this, just to irk me.

I shrugged and got under the covers with them. It was pretty roomy, so I didn't really care. We usually always would end up sharing a bunk, because we would end up falling asleep watching a movie. I cuddled myself to my brothers side, trying to catch their body heat. I sighed in content, falling asleep almost instantly.

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Can you guys give me a quick little summery on the personalities of the rest of BVB? And if they're dating anyone or not? I don't want to make their personalities way off from real life. Please and thank you!