Gregs POV
I was lying in bed, staring at a poster of Andy Biersack on my wall. It was a bvb one but I ended up just cutting andys face out of the poster anyway. God I loved that man! My doorbell was pressed over what I could swear was a million times. I got up and opened the door. It was my friend, Jeffery. I rubbed my eyes and waved,"c-come in." I opened the door wider to let him in,"Greg," he sighed, sitting down on my couch,"you're gonna have to move on dude," I frowned at him. How could he say such a thing?
"It's Andy.... he. He," my face turned turned a vibrant colour of scarlet and I scowled,"he got married, Greg." I felt like someone was stabbing me with a thousand knives,"to who?!"
