Under His Streetlight

Lost Boys Never Grow Up

Okay, lemme get something across here. I'm sorry for not updating. My parents are major jerks and obviously don't want me on the internet except for an hour a day. You can just ask my wonderful girlfriend, and she'll vouch for me. But, I still apologize and I'm hoping I'll be able to find a way to keep this story going when I can... I'm in my Sophomore year, and I don't need my schoolwork to pile up... Horrible things will happen *shudders* but anywayyy, I'll see you guys on the flipside! *facepalms* goddammit. Does anyone even say that anymore? Whatever, I'm rambling. Enjoy this chapter of Under His Streetlight, fellow members of the Royal Council. (BTW, the title of this chapter just comes from Remington's love of Peter Pan.)

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Andy's tour manager greeted everyone who had a VIP pass and led us to the loft where we were going to meet Andy.

Abby was babbling and I only halfheartedly nodded so she would think that I was listening. In reality, I was keeping an eye out for that guy from earlier.

My thoughts were interrupted by girls screaming and pushing me to the floor in their scramble to get to Andy. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my forehead.

Suddenly, a tattooed hand was in front of my face, attached to a tattooed arm, that belonged to none other than Andy Biersack.

"Hey, are you okay? I saw them push you over and I got scared for a minute... " he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

I nod and take his hand, swallowing. "Y-yeah... I hit my head a little b-but I'm o-okay... " I stutter, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He nods and gently moves my bangs out of the way, looking at my forehead. "Juliet, dear?" He calls over his shoulder.

No. Freaking. Way.

Juliet jogs over and looks at me, smiling. "Hello! What did you need, Andy? " she says to her husband.

"Could you get an icepack and take her backstage? I want to do something for her." Andy says, eyes sparkling. I just stood and watched with wide eyes.

Juliet nods. "What's your name, honey? " she says to me.

"A-Aliyah... " I stutter, blushing and looking between her and Andy. Everyone in the room had fallen silent and the group of girls was glaring at me.

Andy pulls me to my feet and I sway, slightly lightheaded. He steadies me and Juliet leads me backstage.

I swallow. "A-am I dreaming... ?" I ask her shakily.

She giggled, the sound one of the most beautiful things I heard. "Nope, afraid not. Andy took a liking to you, it seems." She says softly.

"B-but... There were so many other girls..." I say softly.

"Yeah, but they hurt you. As much as Andy loves his fans, he hates seeing them hurt each other... " Juliet says, grabbing an ice pack and wrapping it in a hand towel before handing it to me.

I take it gently as she leads me to sit. "O-okay, that makes sense I guess... " I stutter.

She smiles and nods. "How old are you?" She asks.

"N-nineteen..." I murmur.

"Alright." She looks up over my shoulder and raises an eyebrow.

I turn to see who she was looking at and I swallow immediately, mouth going dry.

It was Remington Leith.

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Okay, so I know it's not as long as some of you would like it to be, but I'm going through a lot of stuff. There was a shooting at a school in my district, so everyone is trying to recover from that... And one of my longtime friends (who also happened to be one of my exes) committed suicide the same day as the shooting. So please forgive me if my writing seems a little different, I'm just really depressed right now.... But anyway, how's school going for all who are in it? My advice to anyone going into sophomore year or higher: DONT TAKE A SHITLOAD OF AP CLASSES. THEY. SUCK. ASS. I mean it. The work is insane. 😓 so, keep that in mind! I'll see you whenever possible, members of the Royal Council!