Skyler's POV:
The lingering smell of his aftershave and muffins smothered our silent figures. I ended the call and sighed.
"Why are calling Andy" Bobby grunted
"What?"
"Why are you calling Andy, on our honeymoon?" He growled
"Excuse me?"
"Why are we married?!" Bobby screamed, waving his arms around.
"Bobby, what are you talking about?"
"Why are we married if you can't keep your filthy hands off Andy?" Bobby sighed.
"I can, Bobby I didn't touch him, we just had a chat about something that came up on the wedding night and then we goofed around!" I laughed, keeping my cool, thank god.
"What happened at the wedding then?" He questioned.
"You'll be mad at him, I'm not telling!" I moaned.
"Woman... did you fuck him?!" Bobby shouted.
"Of course! Of course, I fucking had sex with my best friend on our wedding night! That makes soo much sense!" I sarcastically rolled my eyes at him.
"Don't you talk to me like that bitch!" Bobby spat, lifting his hand as if to threaten me with a slap.
"You wouldn't dare." I narrowed my eyes.
"Oh but I would." He growled back.
"Go on hit me-" I was cut off by a sharp cold pain on my cheek, my head was thrown sideways.
"Pussy." He threw the words at me, they hurt more than the slap. I cried, grasping onto my cheek.
I need Andy.
I want Andy.
He is the only one that can save me now.
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Roommates
FanfictionHey, 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...
