The First Star. ( Andy Biersack Love Story )

One Last Chance.

"Make yourself at home." He said, unlocking the door to his apartment.

I smiled, nodding my head and followed him inside. My eyes wander around the room, taking in all the surroundings around me. His walls were plain white, the carpet was black, and he had a lot of paintings of films on the wall. I walked into the living room, a two piece couch was in the center, a plasma tv screwed to the wall, and a black coffee table in the middle of the yellow rug that was placed on top of the black carpet. Believe it or not, this place was nice. It felt right to be here only if it was for a hour.

"Do you want something to drink ? Or do you want me to get started on the explanation ?" He looked at me, offering a small smile.

I blew out a sigh and plopped down on the couch. "Explain from the very beginning Andrew. Don't leave anything out." I ordered.

"Alright." He plopped down beside me.

We sat down beside each other, minutes in silence. The only noise that we could hear was our breathing and the rain crashing down outside. Seconds later I heard Andy clear his throat and turned my attention to him.

"I seriously don't know how to start this, so instead I'm just going to blurt out what I think is important. I know I said I'll tell you everything, but you don't need to hear nothing but the truth and the main reasons why I did what I did." He took a breathe before starting once again. "I was young and stupid, Aspen. Yes, you were my bestfriend and I cared about you a lot, but besides caring about you and others I had another thing I truly cared about. Music. My music.." He sat up straight on the couch, turning his whole body towards me. "That day when we went to the abandon tattoo parlor I was going to tell you straight out what was happening, but I couldn't. So I decided not to tell you and look where that got me." He pointed between us.

"Well maybe if you hadn't left me three years ago we could have been the same." I said. "Or maybe something more." I mumbled quietly to myself. I knew back then I wanted something with Andy, but I was always scared of what he'll say if I told him. Now, I don't know what I want. Part of me wants and will always want him, but a small part of me wanted nothing with him after all the pain he cost me. He broke me in pieces.

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Andy's Point of View.

My hour was up before I knew it. She said I was forgiven for everything that happened, but yet she didn't want anything to do with me. I never thaught I hurt her that much. It hurt to see her in pain.

I stood from the couch, my eyes never leaving her eyes. "One more minute Aspen. I wanna show you something." I told her.

I could see that she wanted to go home, but I wasn't going to let her leave without knowing that we'll be able to be friends again. Who knows maybe even more. Yes, I loved Aspen as a best friend, but I'm also in love with her. I never taught I would fall for her, but my heart couldn't help it. The night I left her with a hug and kiss, I felt something. Something that is hard to describle, but yet wonderful to feel.

"Fine, but make it quick. I want to go home." She said, standing from the couch.

I nodded and went upstairs, quickly entering my room. I walked over to my closet, sliding half of my clothes to the right side, kneel down on my knees and pulled out a big, cardboard box. I smiled insanly wide and stood up, the box in my hands. I made my way out of my room, smiling to myself. I know for a fact she'll love what I have in here. Memories. Our memories. The things we did. The things we saved. It was all in here.