Beastly || Andy Biersack

Thirty Four ♡

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The rest of the night Andy had a smile on his face. His grin was from ear to ear, and he looked like a smiling doofus. It was so good to see him like that— I honestly never saw him smile more than right in that moment.

We stayed there for a few more hours and finally left around one. Andy flashed us home as he was unable to drive. "Don't worry about the car. Jake will pick it up in the morning before Alex even wakes up."

We went back to his house. The sudden movement of flashing one place to the other made my already spinning head a nightmare. Flicking on his bedroom lights, I stumbled into the bedroom and fell onto the bed. I let out a long groan and Andy chuckled.

"I had fun tonight." Andy said as he rubbed my back gently. I turned my head to look at him and offered a weak smile.

"Did you really?" I asked.

He nodded. "I want to go to more."

"How happy are you?" I asked, my words slurring just a bit. Andy laughed at my attempt to talk and continued smiling. "I'm so beyond happy you have no idea."

"We just have to figure out how to get it back from Jason." I added. Andy nodded his head as he leaned forward.

"And I'll need to find my dagger." Andy added as he ran his fingers through his jet black hair. He had explained to me that the dagger itself was not even his. There's only one dagger that came from the original beast. Before he died, he slit his wrist and coated the dagger in his own blood before hiding it somewhere.

Andy had gotten it from killing another beast who tried to viciously attack him. He thought it had no use to him but he kept it anyways.

A few moments later I heard him curse under his breath, and I asked what happened. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "My dagger is back at my parents house."

A small oh escaped my lips. I sat myself up and stretched out my back, rubbing my head as I let out a groan. I was still drunk and I could feel my hangover headache approaching.

"I mean— we can go there tomorrow?" I suggested softly as I glanced at him. He furrowed his brows at me. Slowly, Andy shook his head as he said, "Snow, I haven't spoken to them in years. They absolutely hate me."

"Andy you don't know that." I said calmly.

"You should've seen the look in their eyes when they looked at me." Andy's voice shook a bit as he spoke, and he licked his lips as he looked down at the bed. "I'd never seen so much fear in my life until I looked at them."

"Andy, stop it." I told him. Andy simply shook his head no and that's when I grabbed his face in my hands. "You need to stop thinking like that. Did you think I would be afraid of you?"

Andy nodded his head. "Every single day."

"Well I'm not, and your parents are your parents. At the end of the day, you're still their son and they love you— beast or human." I gave him a small smile before kissing him gently. Andy pulled back, giving a semi smile before looking back down. "Look, tomorrow I'll call off work and we can go down there."

"I'm worried. What if they hate me?"

"They don't." I reassured him.

Andy looked down at the ground. He let out a long sigh and finally agreed to going. I rubbed my hand along his back and continued to comfort him while he worried. "Tomorrow I'll flash us out there."