Ribcage: An Andy Biersack & Ashley Purdy fanfic. ~ON HOLD~

Not happy, really nap-py

"What the fuck?!" Andy shouted, clearly angry. Shit.

"What the fuck did I even do? I went to get cigarettes. It's not a big deal." I rolled my eyes.

Ashley gestured to the empty parking space where the group of thugs had left a second ago with his hash-brown. I felt my tummy grumble, and ignored it. "You were almost kidnapped!" He said, and sank his teeth into his potato-puck.

"You left me by myself, and I didn't think going to the friggin' convenience store would lead to me being sold into sex trafficking!" If Ashley could exaggerate, I can too.

Andy shook his head, and sighed. He was just about to start yelling at me again when Jinxx spoke up. "Look, it could've ended up badly, but she's fine. It's not like she did anything wrong. It was the wrong place at the wrong time."

Jake nodded, still not happy with me. He and CC walked back to the RV, while Jinxx, Andy, and Ashley stayed with me. "I'm sorry." I felt ashamed; but I'm not sure why. "I should've stayed in the RV-" I started, and my throat closed up. I felt a drip land on my chest, and realized I was crying.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" Michael was still standing out here? Geez. "Are you okay?" He asked. Jinxx was concerned, too. But Ashley went back to the RV and slammed the front door shut. Andy gave me a hug, and wiped the tears off my cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing. I'm just super sensitive. I cry all the time. It's fine, I'm okay." I was being bombarded with hugs and concerned questions. God.

Michael's girlfriend tapped him on the shoulder, and showed him her phone. He chuckled, and waved her away. I cocked my head. "What was that about?" I asked.

"We took a picture of Ashley yelling at you and posted it on Instagram. Oops." Michael's girlfriend said, and went back inside to work. I groaned.

"Can you please take it down?" I begged Michael.

He shook his head. "No... even if we did, people probably already re-posted it. Or something."

I had had enough. I stomped back to the RV, and tried the door. It was locked. Damn it, Ashley. Andy caught up with me, and grabbed my wrist. "What's wrong?"

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I shouted, and covered my face. Why can't I just be alone!?

"Babe, it's okay." He said, trying to drown the embers before I have a full-blown tantrum.
Wait. Did he just call me... babe?

Andy tried opening the door, and banged on it loudly. Ashley unlocked the door. I sat down on the couch, and Jake handed me a foam plate with pancakes. "Uh, I'm not hungry. Thanks, though." I said, smiling politely.

"No, you need to eat." Andy said, sitting down next to me. I nodded, and took the plate. I set it down on my lap, and started to eat. They weren't bad. I tried to ignore everything I knew about calories for a moment and to just nourish my body. I choked the sponge-y breakfast down, and pushed the last half to Andy.

"Hmm?" He asked, not focused. I leaned into his shoulder, and tucked my feet under my butt. "So, ya PMS-ing or what?" Andy said, laughing, and shoveled a bite into his mouth. I faked a laugh, and shook my head. 

I stood up and went into the bedroom. I found a crumpled shirt of Andy's on the floor and slipped it over my head. I laid down in Ashley's bed, and nuzzled my face into the pillow.

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It hadn't been a very long nap when someone opened the door. I stretched my arms out, and moaned. "What do you wannnnnnt?" I whined.

Andy climbed in the bed, and wrapped his arms around me. "You." He said, and kissed my neck gently. He was spooning me; and it felt kind of wrong. I was spooning him in my fake lover's bed? I don't know.

Damn. He bit my neck, and set upon leaving a hickey. Oh, shit. Wow.

I opened my mouth to tell him we can't, and he immediately shushed me. "Nuh-uh," I said.

"C'mon... you left me hanging last night." He said. 

I nodded in response; it was true. He and had been making out, and then... he took his hand South. We got as far as him starting to put a condom on, then I freaked out. I put his boxers and his shirt on and left the bathroom, crying again. No one mentioned it, though, despite me sobbing as I entered the bedroom wearing Andy's clothes. That night, I slept in Andy's bed, while Ashley was alone.

"Andy, you're married. This isn't right." I said. He knew I was right, but he groaned quietly. 

"It isn't real; we don't love each other." He said. 

"What?" I  turned my body to face him.

"She and I were just friends and we dated for a while, when she was on X Factor. We broke up because she hated me. We're good now, but the marriage is... kind of like a showmance. Fake." He shrugged.

I frowned. It still feels morally wrong, but it was justified. 

I stood up and climbed over him. He grumbled, and I giggled. I went into his bed, and he followed. He climbed in, and we faced one another.

 "I'm sorry about yelling at you today. I was really scared." He said.  

"It's okay." I whispered and kissed his jaw. 

"I'm sorry for freaking out all the time." I said. He grabbed my waist, and pulled me closer to him. I buried my face into his collarbone, and inhaled. He smelled like Axe. Not the douche-y scent. The Chocolate one.

"It's not your fault." He slipped his hand under the back of my shirt, and placed it back on the small of my back. I heard him say something as I fell asleep again, and I wanted to ask him what he said, but sleep's slender fingers were already pulling me, and I was under.