The Mortician's Daughter

A Baby Boy You've Held So Tightly

He had gone much longer that he had expected or intended to without seeing Scout, and they had even lost pretty much all communication.

Andy didn't think there was much hope left any longer.

As his mother stood with him outside the huge, looming arts school building before they said their goodbyes for the day, Andy looked up at the school, brick built upon brick, a giant analog clock set in the center of it all. It was sort of, almost.... threatening to him, the school seeming like it was casting a dark shadow over the two of them. What would it be like to go to school there? Would he exceed, or even just succeed at all in his classes? That would the other kids be like? And most of all....

Where would he see Scout again? Would she be mad at him for losing contact with her?

It was all so much to think about; there was so much he was yet to experience.

And still he was standing there, girlfriend-less. Well, more like Scout-less.

Damn it, Andy, you gotta get your mind off of her. He took a deep breath. You don't like her, you don't like her, he tried to convince himself, You definitely don't have a total, complete love for her and she's definitely not a person worth spending time with.

Just let it go, man.

Yeah. Convincing-of-self that he wasn't in love with that girl was not working at all, whatsoever like he hoped it would have.

Like, at all.

That all was just him hopelessly lying to himself.

He shook his head, giving up, and trying to push his thoughts aside for just a moment while he bid his mother goodbye.

Amy Biersack kissed her son's head and let go of him slowly, pulling back to cup his cheeks in her hands and admire him and his profile. "I love you, Andrew. Please, be careful today. Make wise choices. I know I can trust you, sweetheart. Ignore anyone who gets in your way or wants to call you out or make you feel bad for no right reasons at all. Remember, it's them, not you. It's their problem that they're immature or insecure about themselves, not your burden to carry."

"I understand. Thanks, Mom," Andy answered gratefully, giving his mom a small smile. "I love you too." Looking back at the big clock on the building, he realized what time it was already and freaked. Mentally cursing, he turned back to Amy. "I better get going, or I'll be late the first day. It's almost time for school to start." Andy hugged her, frantically, and adding in a quick peck on the cheek into the mix, grabbing his bag from the back seat of their car parked directly behind them. "Love you, Mom, have a good day!" he called to her as he made his way to the front entrance of the school. She smiled and waved, staying standing there, watching him until he disappeared inside the doors.

Saying a quick prayer for him and hoping that everything would go well, at the same time Amy worried about him and his interactions with Scout. What if they had 'lost contact' by her fault? What if she had done it on purpose, losing interest in him completely? Amy knew how much this Scout girl meant to Andy, and what a place she held in his heart. She hoped terribly that nothing bad would come out of this experience, but all good, and all that Andy had been hoping for, because he deserved it completely, especially if it made him happy.

Just before Amy drove away, she looked past the brick and outside wall of the school, imaging Andy inside, already laughing and getting along with everyone around him, what with how likable he was and charming people as he did so naturally so well. Just don't get your heart broken, Andy, she thought, saying another brief, silent prayer as she sat there dwelling on her thoughts, just please don't get your heart broken.

{in the media -  Beautiful Amy and Andy Biersack ❤️}