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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"Skyler? Skyler wake up!" Andy shook my shoulders violently as my eyes fluttered open. I looked around the room, I was on the sofa, blanketed by one of Andy's black hoodies and an absolute mess. Andy was towering over me and Ashley was sitting on the armchair opposite.
"I'm up! I'm up" Andy stopped shaking me. Ashley looked quite bored, just sitting on his phone with his head resting on his clenched fist. He sighed, only glancing up at me for a few seconds. I glared at him, hoping for his eyes to meet mine, "Where were you?" I spat from behind my clenched teeth.
"I stayed at a hotel for a bit, got a little drunk-" Ashley didn't even bother to apologise, just a simple sentence that meant nothing. However, to me and Andy, it did.
When the band was on tour I would tag along. I would have my own bunk, free food and catering and drinks of course. Some nights Ashley would disappear for days, he would 'get a bit drunk and spend the night at the hotel' which we all knew wasn't the truth.
"So Ashley; you leave me for days without a text or a call, take the ring, and come up with the worst excuse for doing this... And no apology?" I started shouting and standing up, it was at these times my British accent stood out against theirs.
"Jesus woman! Calm down," Ashley laughed, I just stared, a fiery rage burning deep inside me.
"Woman?! Woman! It seems like I'm not the only woman, Ashley because we all know what your sad excuse of a lie means," I growled, I could feel Andy creeping up behind me "you're a lucky man, be happy I haven't killed you for what you've done to me,"
"Skyler, what are you talking about?" Andy gently placed his arm on my shoulder. I shrugged his hand of off me.
"Don't you question me as well," I turned to him, pointing at him "as for you, get out of my apartment."
"Excuse me?" Ashley mimicked my accent which never helped the situation.
"I said, get out of my apartment!" I screamed bending down to his level and signalling to the door. He stood up, hands held up as if he was defending himself.
"Alright, I'm gone, you fukin' crazy bitch!" And with that, he was gone.
A few days went by, Andy changed the locks and got new keys cut. He helped me get rid of Ashley's stuff and get over the whole situation.
One night we were just sitting on the sofa, watching a movie that I was getting bored of. He had his arm around me and I was tightly squeezing a sofa cushion close to me. A mischevious glint appeared in Andy's icy-blue eyes. He 'stretched' slowly and pulled a pillow from behind himself and placed it on his stomach. Andy laughed, moving his arm from my shoulders.
"Hey, sky..." I turned to look at him "Gotcha!" He screamed childishly, hitting me with a pillow rather hard. I scoffed taking my cushion and hitting him back.
It felt like hours I had run around the living room from Andy who was still acting like a child. He threw the pillow and mid-air it hit the light above my head. Almost like slow motion, the bulb shattered and the cushion fell onto my head just like some shards of glass on my shoulder.
"Andy!" I yelled, moving the strap of my cami-top off my shoulder to look at the cuts and scrapes.
"Oh shit Sky!" Andy rushed over and picked me up bridal style, I squealed and kicked my legs, still grasping onto the cuts in my left shoulder.
Andy always took these silly games too far, he played rough and someone always ended up hurt. I can remember when I figured this out for the first time, we were at one of his bandmates house, CC's and we decided to play backyard wrestling on the wet grass and mud. Everyone was covered in dirt and scrapes.
"Andy vs Skyler!" Jinxx shouted in a deep voice, cupping his hands like a microphone. Andy and I were circling the each other on the grass whilst the boys stood, eager to watch me win on the patio. The rest of the boys oo'd and aa'd
"Oooh la la!" Ashley laughed "I'm cheering for Sky, I don't know about you guys,"
"Three... Two... One... Fight!" I jumped, tumbling over onto Andy and pinning his hands beside his head.
"You know I'm going to let you win right?" He laughed, ready to try and take me down.
"Gowan big man!" I urged him on, grinning. He sat up, twisting me onto the floor and on my back. He grasped my wrist and pulled it up against my back. Andy leant in close and above the boys yelling names he whispered:
"Who's the big man now..." he pulled my wrist more and more.
"Andy! Andy time out!" I yelled, patting the grass with my hand. The boys dragged Andy off of me and Jake got me an ice pack. It turns out he sprained my wrist but of course, there were thousands of apology's in different forms: breakfast, new clothes, money.
This time he smashed a lightbulb and cut my shoulder. He took me to my room and patted my cuts and grazes gently with a tissue.
"I really am sorry. I'll buy you breakfast or we can go-" He stayed focus on my arms.
"I don't want anything but a new lightbulb okay?" I giggled "and maybe a dressing for this truly traumatic wound!"
"You will tell your grandchildren the dramatic tale of the time you were slashed open by a monstrous beast!" Andy scoffed, placing the tissue down on the bed and picking up a plaster and sticking it on my arm to cover the cut "there is one thing I want to give you... I want to, kiss you again," I couldn't say anything, I was stuck.
"Well, this isn't really anything for me it's more what you want and-" I was cut off by Andy's lips. I never knew wanted something so much and now, I could have it all to myself. He reached behind my head and I supported the back of his neck and played with his hair.
What was happening between us? All on and off was just confusing me...
