>YOUR P.O.V<
A few weeks have passed since the night at the beach, and you and Andy haven't really done anything but acknowledge each other's existence occassionally. He seemed to have lost interest in you, which made you pretty sad for the most part. But you had to remind yourself that you're on Warped Tour to perform, not find a love interest. Besides, where would your relationship with Andy even go after tour? He lived 2 hours away from you.
"Has Andy spoken to you at all?" Haven asked you while she sat at the table painting her nails. It was about 1 am, and the entire bus was wide awake and making their way to the next venue, "Well I mean he says good morning and good night everyday, but we don't talk much during the day anymore." you said with a sigh as you stood up to climb into your bunk. "Don't worry, G. I'm sure things will work out." Haven's words were the last thing you heard as you drifted to sleep.
>ANDY'S P.O.V<
"You're such a dumbass. Georgette is hot, smart, funny and she can carry herself better than the girls you've been with before." CC scolded me once I told him why I was distancing myself from Georgette. I had read an article about her ex-fiancé Jimmy and how he planned on getting her back once she had returned from tour. "Have you ever thought about the fact that maybe she doesn't want him back? She seems pretty into you." he shook his head as I stayed silent, taking long drag from my cigarette, "What are we gonna do after tour is over? Go back to our own lives?" I snapped as I looked over at him, "No. One of you sucks it up and moves closer to the other." he sighed as he stood up to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, "Here's the problem with that. Her family is in San Diego, along with her band. And I have too many ties in L.A. I don't think either one of us is going to be willing to move closer to the other." I leaned over to put my cigarette out in the ashtray closest to me. "Dude, we could easily relocate the band closer to San Diego. We're already done with the next album, we have months to figure out business-related shit." he insisted before taking a swig of his water, "Stop making excuses. She's great and you know it." I sighed as his words pierced my thoughts, leaning back against the couch cushions and closing my eyes. He was absolutely right. I needed to step up otherwise I would lose her.
The next morning was sorta slow. I hadn't gotten much sleep and I had a few shots before I actually went to sleep. After I had washed the sleep from my face, I shaved the very little stuble I had gained in the last few days and lazily styled my hair before pulling on my clothes and stepping off the bus for a cigarette. It's then when I reaized we had been parked right next to Dollfaced's bus, a groan slipping past my lips before lighting my cigarette, it was going to be a long day.
>YOUR P.O.V<
YOUR OUTFIT FOR TODAY IS LOCATED IN THE EXTERNAL LINK >
"Hey, G. Look out the window." Teagan said as she brushed her jet black hair, a small smirk as she moved out of the way so you could look. You saw Andy leaning against the side of bus smoking a cigarette, his eyes looking in every direction except for directly in front of himself as if he were avoiding you. "Great.." you muttered with a frown before you slipped on the rest of your clothes and pulled your hair into a high ponytail. You then put a couple of Poptarts into your toaster and waited for them to finish cooking before setting them on a paper towel and headed out the bus and to the provided picinic tables not too far from your bus. "Hey, Georgette." Andy's voice came from behind you as he approached the table, pressing a quick kiss on the top of your head before sitting directly across from you, "Morning." you mumbled before taking a bite of your Poptart. You were over his games. At this point, you didn't give a shit whether or not if he liked you anymore. "Look.. I know you probably hate me right now. With every right, if I may add. But I'm really sorry that I sorta just-" "Disowned me? Ignored me? Put me to the side? Yeah, I'm used to it." you snapped with a bitter smile, holding tears back as your words stung even yourself. "Can I please talk?" he asked sternly. You could tell me meant business, so you shrugged and bit into your Poptart once again as he continued to speak, "I stopped talking to you because I happened to read an article that Jimmy was in.. And he stated that he planned to get you back once you came back from tour. And since you never really told me that you were over him and didn't really have plans to go back to him, I assumed you guys would work it out." he sighed as he ran his hands down his face slowly, "You assumed." you repeated as you set your Poptart down onto your napkin, "Do you really think I wanna go back to someone who put me in the hospital and left me for the dogs? Someone who stole my virginity from me and then sexually abused me? 'Cheated on me with models while he was gone for "business"? No, Andrew. He put me in rehab. He fucked me up. I don't plan on getting back with him, nor do I want to work a damn thing out with him!" you barked, drawing attention from nearby crew members and other personas getting ready for the day. "Please don't yell.. I'm trying to apologize, Georgette." he sighed as he stared at you with deep blue eyes. They were a lot darker than they usually are. You stared at him silently for a second, allowing your anger to bubble and settle before you opened your mouth again, only to be silenced by Andy, "I'm sorry that I stopped talking to you. And that ignored you and made you feel like I stopped caring about you. I really like you, Georgette. But you have to admit, when you thought I was getting back together with Juliet, you weren't so nice to me either." he reminded you, causing you to sigh and soften your expression a bit, "You're right... You're right. I'm sorry for getting angry with you." you gave him a broken smile before reaching over to push his stray hairs out of his face, "Want a Poptart?" you asked as you offered him your second one, laughing as he leaned over and took a bite out of it, "Is this strawberry?" he asked with a slightly-full mouth, "Tastes like fucking candy." he laughed after swallowing the pastry, "That's why I like it." you giggled as you stood up, "So what else has been going on? Anything interesting?" he asked as he stood with you, taking your hand in his as you two walked to the stages. "I've got a photoshoot with Jeffree tomorrow." you mentioned as you slipped your sunglasses on, "Oh yeah? Who's the photographer?" he asked curiously as pushed his hair back, "I don't know actually. I asked Jeffree the same thing and he said some guy that was hired by the tour crew. He didn't get a name either." you said with a shrug.
