Biersack Besties

Chapter 11 ~ Found You

Chapter 11 ~ Found You

Andy           

After Scout and I’s disagreement, I set out in search for my beloved friend, looking around I tried the studio, I tried Sandra’s and all the other band members except Ashley, he was out getting a tattoo so I met him at the tattoo shop. I walked in and immediately found Ashley in a room adjacent to the lobby.

“Hey you’re not allo-“

“Ashley I need your help.” I interrupt the guy doing the tattoo to see Ashley with ‘OUT’ written on his stomach, I raise an eyebrow but say nothing.

Ashley sets down his can of beer, a stupid yet mostly effective way to numb pain. “Yeah?” he asks.

“Where’s Desrae?” I ask directly looking down at my tipsy band mate.

“She’s at my place dude, had been sense you guys started fighting.” Ashley says with a goofy smile.

“Your place? For a whole week?” I ask a bit confused, of course she’d be at the last place I’d look. “You’ve been harboring her and didn’t tell me?”

“Dude it’s your guys’ fight not mine! It was all up to Des whether or not she wanted to give her location away, she wanted you and Scout to have some time together so she’d stop being the third wheel, I more than welcomed her to my place.” Ashley says and takes another sip of his beer.

“Third wheel?” I whisper, my heart sinking as I finally thought about our actions again, we had treated Des like a third wheel.

“Uhm, thanks Ash, I’m gonna go talk to her.” I say, “Have fun with your tattoo or whatever.”

 “Thanks?” Ashley says as I leave the room and set off to Ashley’s house. 

~

I had walked from the bus stop up to Ashley's house, looking at the door imagining the fury that lay behind it, I knew Desrae wasn't going to forgive me, and I probably didn't deserve her forgiveness just yet but either way I had to try and make up for my ignorance of my best friend. 

Oddly enough I heard some of our music playing just as I was about to knock, the very first one that started it all. Only it was Acoustic.

"Alone at last, we can sit and fight
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light
But stay right here we can change our plight
We're storming through this despite what's right

"One final fight, for this tonight
Whoa, with knives and pens we made our plight
Lay your heart down the ends in sight
Conscience begs for you to do what's right
Everyday it's still the same dull knife
Stab it through and justify your pride"

The strumming of the guitar was loud and clear, I heard soft sobbing as I decided to sit down, laying my back against the door and began singing along with myself.

"One final fight, for this tonight
Whoa, with knives and pens we made our plight
Whoa and I can't go on without your love
You lost, you never held on
We tried our best
Turn out the light
Turn out the light" I sang along to myself loud and clear as I heard the sobbing melt away and the music shut off abruptly.

"Well that's not nice, I was getting into the song." I shouted, knowing Des could hear me now, trying to lighten the mood.

Her voice was very faint but I clearly heard, "What do you want Andy..."

"I came to say sorry..." I say and look down, my long black hair falling in my face. "I shouldn't have just dropped you like that, I made you feel like a third wheel, and I neglected my best friend."

There was a long silence for a few moments when I heard a crash. I scramble up immediately and bust through the door, silently apologizing to Ashley and looking around. Desrae lay on the ground in a ball as a fallen picture frame, the broken glass showed over a picture of myself, Ashley and Desrae in our Warpaint.

I sigh and walk over to her, not uttering a word as I hear her begin to cry.

“It was a week Andy… You didn’t notice for a week.” She whimpered.

“I did notice, I thought you were lost, I thought you left me, I thought I lost you.” I stutter, sounding like a complete idiot as I kneel beside her crumpled body and pull her into my lap, she tried squirming and I stopped pulling but continued after she stopped fighting me.

I held her in my lap like I did when she was upset as we grew up. I rocked her from side to side. I began signing a random song that had been stuck in my head and was bound to make her laugh:

“On the day I was born
The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up
Said "leave this one alone"
She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone

Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone.”

Desrae had laughed grudgingly and looked up at me, her eyes a little watery but I smiled at her.

“Andy, you’re not going to leave me again right?” She sniffled.

“I’m never leaving my best friend. No girl can get in the way of that.” I whisper and hug her to my chest, she gripped the fabric of my shirt and jacket and bury her face in my neck.

“Good.” She whispered releasing a shuddering, pent up breath.

We just stayed like that until I heard the magic words, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DOOR?!”

Time to run!