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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Andy and I were home alone, Ashley was at the studio for most of the day and we weren't expecting many visitors. Andy was in his room whilst I was in mine. I needed to see Andy for... Important reasons.
I knocked on his door lightly and opened it slowly. Andy turned around swiftly in a frantic panic.
"Oh Sky, it's only you!" Andy was half naked, wearing black tracksuit bottoms, nothing on his top half.
"Andy... what the hell are you doing?" I laughed, walking up behind him.
"Nothing," he leant against his dresser and tried covering what seemed to be a book. I didn't bother looking, "thanks for the whole Jes-"
I cut him off with a simple kiss on the lips, nothing too drastic. He covered his mouth with his hand and looked at me playfully. Andy wiggled his eyebrows, I laughed. He jumped onto me, us both falling onto his bed. Kissing and rolling around in the sheets. All thoughts silenced. All fears locked away.
Neither of us had a care in the world, we only had right here and right now to worry about and there was nothing standing in our way. We were both giggling between quick breaths of air. I didn't like him... I swear.
We couldn't stop, not even for thirty seconds, just two to five-second intervals so we could briefly catch our breath and dive back into whatever called this. Whatever you call rolling around on a bed, with a half naked man, kissing and cuddling. I guess you could say it was Ashley and I's casual Sunday night but this wasn't a Sunday night and this certainly wasn't Ashley.
It was Andy.
The man I have been best friends with for what felt like forever, the man that said he liked me just before my boyfriend proposed, the man that is tangled up in his own black bedsheets, the man who has his body intertwined with mine...
"Skyler," He looked at me directly in my hazel eyes, "can I tell you something you will never believe, never in a billion years?" I nodded.
"Of course, I would believe anything Andy, you're my best friend..." I was curious.
"I'm madly in love with you." Silence. Nothing but a stampede of thoughts and two thumping hearts could be heard, and it was deafening.
"I..." I stopped, in a train of thought, the same sentence kept repeating itself over and over and over again:
I don't like Andy.
I don't like Andy.
I don't like Andy!
I don't like Andy!
The sentence was said so many times in my quiet mind that I lost track and the simple phrase of complicated words turned into something I would have never thought of.
I love Andy...
"I love you too Andy," my face as blank, not because I was a robot or that I was emotionless because I was overridden with pure shock.
After minutes of silence, staring up at the ceiling with nothing in the world to stop me. I was at peace with my decision. I was crazily in love with Andrew Dennis Biersack.
And no one, absolutely no one could change my mind...
