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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Today was RS day, a special day that Andy and I share only once a year. It was room search day and on only that day we looked through each other's room. This day was one of the best days because I didn't really see Andy's room throughout the year.
We stood at each other door, hand on the handles, we counted down and as soon as Andy said go I was in. I closed the door behind me and switched the light on.
As I looked around I noticed how surprisingly clean his room was, the bed was made and there wasn't a stain on his black bed-sheets. There was a hamper in the corner next to his wardrobe, however, there was still what seemed like dirty clothes overflowing all onto the floor. He had a dimly lit lamp in the corner next to a mirror and drawer. Many would think he had a dark room but he had a very nice room with a light colour scheme and very good natural light.
I opened the top drawer and took the first few notepads. I knew those notepads were old, I had already been through them the year before. Underneath the crunched, coffee-stained papers and clutters of books, there was a black leather photo album with no name. The first page included pictures of him and the band on tour, an ex-girlfriend with his parents and multiple polaroid selfies of him and Ashley in their old band makeup. I laughed at their black and white stained faces and turned to the next page.
There, taped down was what seemed like thousands of photos of Andy and me together. First, a picture of the night we first met, I painted in layers of makeup and Andy laughing at the mess he had made on the tour bus. I can remember it vividly, Jake took the photo and the rest of the boys; CC, Jinxx and Ashley were pointing and holding back tears of joy at the smudges on the seats and tables.
Another photo of when Andy and I went to the beach. A polaroid picture of me looking on at the horizon with the ocean up to my knees, a selfie he printed off of him with his tongue out and me grinning mischievously. Little did he know, seconds after that photo was taken I shoved a handful of sand in his face and was proceded to be chased by him with an ice cold bottle of water.
I let my fingers trace along the rest of the pictures of high school friends and ex-girlfriends he loved too much. Each page bringing along a new memory to be found, maybe a picture of Andy with his hair in plats next to our Christmas tree or a photo or two of CC breaking Jinxx's guitar on stage.
I moved on quickly to his nightstand where he kept a necklace I got him a few years back, his first KISS poster and a signed Black Veil Brides debut record. Underneath those treasures was a half-empty packet of... condoms? I shrugged off this confusing item in his room and closed the drawer. I looked under the bed, a few boxes and more dirty clothes, I looked under pillows, behind closed doors and finally on top of a shelf where he left his phone.
I unlocked it with ease, I looked through photos and games. I posted a silly picture of me on his Instagram for him later to find and something stupid on twitter. My curious fingers danced across the screen and ended up in his messages, the usual conversations in the band group chat about when they would next meet up in the studio and plans to meet his high school friends bored me. I stumbled across a new name on his phone, Jessica. Who was Jessica?
Five or ten minutes went by of scrolling through messages and pictures and it led me to the conclusion... Andy had a dirty little secret he wasn't telling me about.
His all-new, 21-year-old girlfriend... Jessica! I scoffed and sat down with the phone tightly gripped in my hands in sudden shock. Was I jealous? Of course not, I am not Andy's girlfriend, I do not have feelings for Andy and I don't need to know everything. Andy and I are just best friends and we are allowed to keep things from each other. Like if I was the one who drunk his coffee or if he ate the last slice of pizza...
But this... This was too far! This isn't the last slice of pizza or a morning coffee. This was an important part of his life that he might be willing to invest in!
What if he forgets about me? What if I get kicked out? What if she doesn't like the fact that Andy has a girl best friend.
"I bet she is one of those! Thinks that girls and boys can't be best friends," I stood up slowly, phone still clutched close to me "well do I have some news to tell her!"
The door swung open, I screamed and froze.
"I was just grabbing my..."
"Phone?" I nervously laughed, handing it over. He looked down, I forgot to lock the phone. He nodded his head at the dirty crime I just committed.
"Cool, thanks." Andy left and went back to my room. I sunk down onto the bed and looked directly ahead at the mirror in front. I must look like a proper weirdo. I crept back into my room and silently walked up behind Andy. I jabbed him in the sides and he screamed and shot up.
"What are you doing?" I laughed, gazing into my underwear drawer.
"I was looking to see if you had anything hidden..." He went red and sat down on my bed. I put my hands on my hips and giggled.
"That, it the oldest trick in the book..." I pointed at my drawer, "and I keep my vibrators in the litter box" Andy burst into tears of laughter and so did I. I lived for moments like these, laughing at each other's jokes and crying at silly things we do together, it was the little things that really made being best friends with a crazy, childish, rockstar, worth it.
