Just Another Fallen Angel

Soooo... What Now?

Haii!! :333

Sooooooooo…. I guess I’m gunna update

With my mate, Ash. He is helping me write this today

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“Blaze?” Andy spoke, he was shocked. Oh great, he is going to hate me now I just know it.

“Yeah?” I asked, my voice was quivering a little.

“LIER!” Ashley shouted, I forgot that I told him that I didn’t drive the mustang… ooooops.

“Sorry Ash, I didn’t want you to judge me because of it.” I looked down to my feet in embarrassment.

Something happened next that I really didn’t expect. Ash tackled me into a bear hug.

“What the hell.” Andy said as he joined the struggle cuddle I had wound myself into.

“So does this mean I am forgiven?” I asked as I struggled to breath under the mass of the two war paint covered bodies.

“Only if Ash and I can ride with you at some point.” Andy said as his arms stayed wrapped around my fragile body.

I felt Ash’s body shake as he was laughing at the Purdy way he thought of that.

I reached my arm out and slapped him on the back of the head.

“Dirty bugger.” I laughed

“She. Touched. The .hair.” Ashley spoke each word separately, making his statement obvious.

“No shit dude.” Andy laughed and so did I… it was kind of hilarious.

Ashley shrugged it off and went back to being the crazy guy he is. He began bouncing in his spot and shaking his head.

“What are you even doing?” I asked Ash as he carried on with his antics.

“Errrrrrm, I’m not sure.” Ash chuckled and stopped bouncing.

“Andy, please can you control your bass player?” I asked while untangling myself from Andy.

“No one can control Ash… he is uncontrollable” Andy was laughing so much now that he fell over.

“Soooooooo.” I awkwardly sidestepped away from the guys and walked back to the dressing room… followed by Sammi.

I plopped down on the sofa and checked my twitter and Instagram. Some dip shit had posted a picture of Andy’s, Ash’s and my hug we just shared and it was getting comments like

‘Who the fuck is she?’

‘Why does she get to be in the middle of the Andley hug?’ (This is for my friend Lisa who is totally amazing)

‘Lucky whore’

‘I wish I was her’

‘Ashley looks like he is enjoying the view cx’

‘Where is Andy’s face?’

I laughed at some of the responses but felt slightly disheartened by other.

“How do you deal with hate?” I asked Sammi

“I just picture them a jealous teens who want what I have and then realise after that I am lucky to have what I have.” She leaned forward in her seat and looked right at me.

“Check the BVB twitter page… there is a picture from just now and there is over 400 hate comments on it already.” I threw my phone to Sammi and rolled over on the couch to scream into the cushion.