tongue of the serpent ➵ a.b.

Chapter 38: Reassurance is My Oxygen

The next morning I woke up freezing...in the wrong bed. I was naked, no covers upon me. I looked to my right and found a snoozing Andy, taking up all the sheets. I sourly grin to myself and yank the covers back to my shivering body.

Last night was all a blur. I remember my drunkenness, deciding to make love in his...their...our bedroom?

I opened my eyes to the situation: I was sleeping in their old bed. They had probably done many nasty things here, and that just about made me want to throw up.

I released myself from the evil clutches of warmth the bed had to offer. I stepped in my underwear and slipped on Andy's shirt from yesterday. I quickly find my phone on the nightstand, waiting patiently for me to open it up. I head over and sit on the bed, scrolling down my Twitter feed: phone in hand.

@doyouevenTSOSM: Hi, @LethiaTSOSM! Keep up the good work & stay strong from all the rumors!

@OneandLonely: How much of a faggot is @LethiaTSOSM! She took Andy...He and Juliet were perfect.

@tbholisykes: I just wish the #Differential would support @LethiaTSOSM. Not hurt her.

@AndyBierswag: @LethiaTSOSM I support you and @AndyBVB - you fit together <3

I mentally sighed to myself. There was no point in scrolling down my interactions if there was hate polluting my account. I head over to make a couple new tweets:

@LethiaTSOSM: Thanks for the support, guys. I can assure you that this week's performance will not be soon forgotten!

@LethiaTSOSM: Overall, this experience has been great for my band and I (except when we almost got killed by paparazzi).

@LethiaTSOSM: And on another note, to put rumors to rest, @AndyBVB and I are in a relationship.

@LethiaTSOSM: No popularity stunts involved in this! Just genuine love that two beings posses.

I sign out of Twitter without checking my mentions to see reactions to my tweets. My follow count was reaching 800,000 easily. Just last week I had 600,000. Maybe the press did have huge say in what went on in the music industry...

Andy's Twitter was actually gaining followers too, but not at an immense rate. He originally had 500,000 followers by the beginning of the show. He is currently at 900,000. It only made sense he had more followers; he had half a million to begin with! Compared to my original 4,568, that's nothing.

I check my iMessage app. Four messages. Cadell had sent two of them, being generally worried about where I had been for the past couple days. Astaroth tried to get in touch with me at a fairly late hour, saying, "I know it's 3 o'clock in the morning, but I really can't sleep. Frey hasn't come in and he's bugging me. I don't want him to end up dead in a back alley somewhere..."

I text him back, saying I was sorry for falling asleep early, unlike normal.

The last was a free message from my cellular carrier. Same old shit about free promotions and data worries with my contract and all. To me, it was highly unnecessary. As an added bonus, the text was sent at around six in the morning; if my phone wasn't on silent, it could have disturbed my sleep! Gosh, those frilly, little idiots!

I lock my phone, checking the time. It was 9:34. Hell no was I getting up this early! I plop my body back in bed and snuggle up to the figure that was my lover. I nuzzle my head in his chest, feeling his warmth spread through my body, down to my frozen toes. I drowsily sighed and pushed myself against his naked body, drowning myself in his vanilla scent. His arms squirmed a little in an attempt to get comfortable. A deep breath escaped his nostrils, making his heartbeat slow down. He was asleep; he was lifeless.