Life hadn't been and joyride for Avrilliannah. Her birthday is coming up soon, and her friend gives her a gift that makes her happier than she has felt in years. What happens when she gets too close to someone dear to her? will she push them away, o...
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I got to the house and got a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: hey y/n. Y/n: who is this? Unknown: Andy. Y/n: hey Andy, how are you? Andy: good, but could be better. It was fun being around you earlier, you're a lot of fun to be around. Y/n: awe thanks. You know, you can come over tomorrow, I don't have work. Plus, f/n does, so we won't have obnoxious ppl buzzing in our ears every 2 minutes. Andy: really? Lol thx, what time? Y/n: whatever is best for you. Andy: I'll be over at 10 then? Morning. Y/n: yea thanks I'll enjoy the company. Andy: rawr Y/n: *screams* Andy: don't cry. Y/n: 😂 Andy: well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow? Y/n: of course. See you then. Andy: see you then.
I walked back towards the house. I popped open the door and then I plopped my ass on the couch. It's nice to be comfortable every once in a while.
It was getting late, so I decided to stuff my face, and then get in the shower. The time I spent in the shower gave me time to think. I thought about the current and past events that have happened in the past two days. I thought about how I was easily able to bond with Andy and if he was playing along because I was hurt or he felt pity, or if he was being real.
I mean, he's a star. He's used to people fawning over him... What if I'm not good enough? I mean, I'm just a petty, broken, girl. What star would like someone like me? It's only a matter of time before he sees me break.
I don't want Andy to see me like that. I broke down. I slid to the bottom of the shower and cried.
I got out of the shower and went to bed, hoping that tomorrow would go well.
~√~TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY SASSY GERARD WAY~√~
My alarm went off for eight o'clock. I groaned and crawled out of bed, accidentally stumbling over my own feet, and tripping. I fell on the floor face first. I looked up and sighed. I finally got up to my feet and I took yet another shower. I wanted to look nice if he was coming to my house.
When I got out, I put on some eyeliner, mascara, and put my hair to the side with a loose half ponytail in the back.
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(Like this but with sidebangs in front)
I put on a Green Day tee with Black leggings. I put on a Manson hoodie on top of this. It looked pretty good. I threw on some converses and BVB socks.
By the time I was ready it was 9:23, so I decided to text him and let him know I was cooking.
Y/n: hey, I'm cooking so you don't have to eat out, unless you've already ate or don't want to eat...
It took a few minutes but I got a reply.
Andy: please do! I live for home cooked meals. Thank you. Btw, I never asked where you lived... Y/N: oh, right... 419 Atcher Street. You know the city and state, so that shouldn't be hard lol. Andy: that's about 20 mins from here, but I'm not entirely ready, so I'll be there in about 40.
I smiled.
Y/n: okay, see you in about 40, then? Andy: you know it ;)
I smirked. I put my phone down and walked over to the fridge. There were eggs, sausage, biscuits, peppers, bacon, and cheese. I decided that I was going to make Omelettes. I put the sausage, bacon (chopped), and diced peppers in one pan to cook.
Then, when they were 3/4 done, I put on three eggs for myself. I want Andy's food to at least be warm by the time he gets here. I lightly pepper it, and once the bottom of the omelette looked good, I flipped it to cook on the other side. I then laid some cheese down on one side of it. The meat was done, so I poured a little bit onto mine and left a little more than half for Andy. I flipped the side that didn't have anything on it onto the top of the other half, and scooped the omelette out onto my plate.
I did the same for Andy. As soon as I got everything done, turned off, and put away, I heard a knock at the door. It was 10:09. I walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Andy. I opened the door and tackled him with a hug. He laughed and said, "miss me?" I giggled and nodded.
"Hey, um, your food is on the table... I got it done right as you knocked." "Thank you." "Oh, um you can come in..." I gestured, noticing I never invited him in.
We walked over to the table and sat down. He cut into his first, and I waited patiently for him to comment.
"Wow, this has to be the best omelette I've been had. You can cook!" He laughed. I smiled, "thank you. I'm glad you like it."
We sat there and awkwardly ate in silence the rest of the meal. After we ate I showed him around the house; the living room, the kitchen, the pantry, the guest room, the bathroom, my bedroom, and lastly, the music room. He liked this one the most. It had paintings, posters, vinyl CDs, and Guitars hanging on the walls. There was a drum kit, a mic, and a piano as well.
He turned and looked at me. He said, "how many songs do you have so far, exactly?" I looked back at him, and said, "one..." I looked at my feet.
He looked at me and said, "one? Wow... I thought someone like you would have more..." I looked at him skeptically, "someone like me?" He smirks and says, "yea. Someone with a complex background, that's hard to read. Someone who is strong, but isn't afraid to let her tears fall when she needs them to. I figured that you would have more than just one song, because that is who you are in my eyes."
"Thank you for the kind gesture but you have known me for a budding 3 days, do you really know me?"
"I don't know, let's find out. Want to write a song?"
I stare at him with a questioning look on my face. "You want to write a song with me?"
He smiles and nods.
"I want to write a song with you about the best moment of your life. Then, maybe one about your worst."
"Well the best would have been meeting you... But the worst..." I felt tears brimming in my eyes, but I blinked them back. Andy noticed and pulled me into a hug.
"We don't have to write a song, if you don't want to." "No, Andy, it's just... I don't want to write about my past at the moment." "It's fine, we can do whatever you want. It's your song." "Hang on, let me get my things." I run into my room and grab two notebooks and two pens. I came back into the other room, and Andy was gone.
"Andy?" I look around the room.
Nothing.
"Andy?" I call again.
Nothing.
"Damnit Andy stop playing tricks...this isn't funny..."
"MY NAME IS LIGHTNING THUNDERSTIEN-UUUHH. IM A JEWISH MAN WHO LIKES TO ROCK AND ROLL-UUUHHH."
I look at him and immediately burst into laughter. He looks ridiculous! Suits him though haha.
I showed him what I had in my hands and we sat down. "So, what style music do you like, genre to be more specific?" I looked at him, pointed to my jacket and said, "really?" He looked at me and chuckled. "Manson huh? I take it you like metal, shock rock, and hard rock?" He asked. "Punk too, but yeah." And from there, we started the real part of our friendship.
