Band Slash Oneshots

Forever-Andley

October 28,2010:12 years old-I realized I "like liked" you.

Andy's POV

It was an intracite,detailed picture...of a beautiful boy.Thick eyelashes,plump lips curled up in a smile,deep blue eyes underneath half closed eyelids,glinting with laughter.Sharp,but not overly dramatic cheekbones.His long straight hair covered almost half of his face,falling in wisps by his slender neck.It was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen.Ashley always said he wanted to be a tattoo artist,and with that came artistic skill,but this was amazing.I almost expected him to walk off the paper it was so lifelike.

"Who is this?"I asked him,keeping my eyes glued to the paper.

"My dream guy,"he responded,his eyes glazing over,probably remembering the dream in which he had met this boy.I felt a sharp stab of hatred at no one in particular.What was so great about this boy?He wasn't even real.Or was he?

"So...is he inspired by someone special?"I asked him lightly,bumping him with my hip teasingly.He glanced down at his feet,a bad habit of his,and I could have sworn I saw him blush.

"Yeah.Someone I'll never have,"he consented,laughing sheepishly.I clenched the notepad so hard,my already pale knuckles whitened even more.What was this feeling bubbling up inside of me?It was more intense than just pure anger.I wanted to draw Ashley's attention like him.I wanted him to draw a beautiful picture of me.I wanted to be the focal point of his attention,his muse.Him.

"Hey,Andy?I gotta go home,okay?I'll see you tomorrow,"he said,taking the notepad back,snapping me back to reality.

"Yeah,see you later Ash."I murmered,looking off at something in the distance.He gave me a puzzled look,but turned on his heel and headed down the sidewalk.I sighed,twiddling with my thumbs.I still lived five blocks away,so I had to walk the rest alone.I took out my iPod,and set it on shuffle.It landed on a random song.

I turned the corner,and headed to my house.I admired my neighborhood as I neared my house.I walked past the tree Ash had broken his left hand falling from when we first met.I looked back at the memory fondly as I continued my journey,remembering that day as if it were yesterday.The day my life began.

*3 Years Ago-July 8,2008*

I swung happily on my tire swing,humming a Disney song to myself.Hey,don't judge.Belle was the shit.I sometimes felt like her,reading excessive amounts of books and watching movies and tv to escape reality,longing to get the fuck out of here,and never look back.But I would NEVER compare myself to a girl outloud.

"Hey,what are you doing?"a voice yelled.I yelped and fell off my swing,whipping my head around to see where the voice had come from.My vision finally lined up correctly,and my eyes landed on a person above me.It was a small,skinny boy,perched high up in the tree.He wore a smug smirk on his thin,pink lips.His overgrown dark hair was getting in his brown eyes,making him flip it out of his face.He wore a Metallica shirt,and some worn out blue jeans,with cowboy boots to top it all off.An abstract outfit,but he pulled it off well.

"What was that for?!?!"I snapped,crossing my arms angrily.He just chuckled like nothing was wrong,shaking his head.My eyebrows furrowed,as I pouted childishly.

"Dude,chill.All in good fun."he reassured me,having noticed my expression.I sighed and let down my guard.I was never one to hold much of a grudge.

"Fine.I forgive you I guess."I mumbled reluctantly.

"Good.You seem like a cool person."he said,giving me a once over.I blushed and twiddled my thumbs,a habit of mine.I felt self concious when people looked at me.I shook off my shyness,and looked up at him.