Hey, it's Sky, I've been best friends with Andrew Dennis Biersack for a while and trust me, it hasn't been easy. Of course, there are the thirteen-year-olds who "totally ship us!" and there's all the internet drama. Then there's fangirls and fanboys...
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Morning dew blanketed the city, waking birds and letting them sing their morning songs. Sunlight poured through the open windows of the silent apartments of the suddenly busy streets.
I woke up and made my way towards the kitchen, but stopped in my tracks. Andy was sitting on the couch, flicking through channels on the TV. He turned the TV off and turned to face me.
"Can we talk?" He sighed, his eyes urging me to come over to him and comfort him through whatever was happening. I nodded and sat down on the armchair nearby. "I've been thinking about this for the past few weeks now, and I'm certain, it's definitely one hundred per cent true. I've developed feelings for you and-"
Andy was cut off by loud booms on the door. He lifted his wrist to his face and looked at me with a worry I have never seen before, I knew what this meant. Ashley was outside and he could hear all of that. I panicked and all I could do was open the door as slowly as I could.
Ashley was standing there, arms folded and jaw tightly clenched. I stood, staring at him with no words to say, I smiled awkwardly. He shook his head slowly, grabbed my skinny wrist and pulled it out of the door.
"You're not staying here tonight, I don't trust..." He gave a dirt look at Andy who was standing and staring with fury in his eyes at Ashley's hand on my wrist "I don't trust Andy,"
"You can't force me, I am staying here!" I exclaimed, stomping my left foot onto the hollow apartment floor.
"Fine, I shall stay here then!" Ashley hissed back, stepping into the apartment.
What is up with everyone? I just feel as if Ashley doesn't trust... me...
