I will try to fix you (Andley)

Chapter twenty

I heard “ooohs and aawwwws” from the crowd. When we broke apart we both smiled. “Thank you Paris!” Andy screamed and we all went off stage. “That was so beautiful” I said, still tears in my eyes. “Believe me Ashy, it’s just as beautiful as you” he whispered and kissed my lips.

We went to a little hall next to the stage, to sign things. We also had two VIPs, but we’d see them later. There came girls up to me, asking about me and Andy, and asking if we would sign things and stuff. We were so busy with signing things, that we kinda lost track of time.

When I went to the bus again, because I felt ill, John stood there with a boy and a girl; our VIPs. We all forgot about him. “Hey” I said to the boy. He gave me a weak smile. The girl just started screaming “oh my god Ashley”. I took them both into our bus.

They both sat down at the couch and I sat down at a chair. The guys were still signing things. “So what’s your name?” I asked the boy. “My name is Christy, I’m a really big fan of yours Ashley” he girl squealed. She looked kind of like a bitch. I just gave her a quick smile and looked at the boy. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Austin” he said quietly.

The boy had light brown hair. He wore a black veil brides t-shirt and bracelets. A black skinny jeans and vans. The girl wore a tiny dress, high heels and a lot of make up.

“And how old are you?” I asked the boy. “I’m 19” the girl said, and started talking “I’m from New York City, and I really love you guys, you are all so handsome, especially you Purdy” she said and winked at me. I didn’t like her. “Okay” I said.

“What about you?” I asked the boy softly. “I’m sixteen” he answered quietly. I smiled at him again. “Do you guys know each other?” I asked, because they didn’t look at each other. “Yeah, he’s such a band kid from my school, kind of a freak” the girl said.

The boy just looked down. “Hey, do at least a little nicer” I said to the girl. “why?” she asked “He’s the fag from our school? I mean, he doesn’t even like your band”. Now she got me pissed.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me all the time, do you?” Austin asked her with tears in his eyes. “I give you what you deserve, fag” she bitched. “So I deserve being beat up every day? I deserve to get my notebook ripped out of my hands and being set on fire? I deserve to be as worthless as this?” he asked, a tear slid down his face.

“And now you’re going to cry little emo?” she asked, “I’ll tell him what you’ve done.” she pointed at me. “Please don’t” he said. “He cut himself. He starves himself and he’s suicidal. Pathetic isn’t it? He cuts his arms, legs, hips and wrists. The freak” she said. “Get the fuck out of here” I yelled to her.

“Why should I? He deserves to go away, he isn’t even a real fan, and he does not know the point of music” she said. “Get. Out!” I yelled. She started fake crying and stormed out of the van.

“I-I’m sorry I-I’ll leave too” the boy said and stood up. “No, wait. Stay.” I said. He whipped his tears away. “What a bitch” I said. Austin just nodded. “Now you think I’m pathetic too, don’t you?” he asked with tears in his eyes. “Hell no. I think you’re awesome. You’re strong and you’re beautiful the way you are” I said. Austin looked up at me “really?” he asked. “Yeah” I said “Can I ask you a few things?” I asked. He hesitated at first but then nodded carefully “I guess so”.

“At first; why are you starving yourself? You’re beautiful… and skinny” I said. I looked to his legs. So skinny and perfect; just like CC’s. “B-because I’m fat and ugly” he whispered. “Who says that?” “Christy and all the other kids from my school” he said sadly. “I think you’re beautiful” I said. He looked at me. “Really” I convinced him.