My Perfect Weapon (Andy Sixx love story)

I have the right to be a lazy shit!

*Jenny's POV*

"AHH! FUCK! FUCKING, FUCK, SHITTY FUCK!" I scream, throwing my Xbox controller onto the floor, but making sure I pause it, first. I pull my knee's up into my chest and try to steady my breathing. If you're wondering, I'm playing Outlast. It is fucking scary shit!

"Are you playing Outlast?" I hear Andy shout, from the kitchen.

"Yeah? It's not like the kids are here" I shout back, picking the controller up from where it had landed. The kids are with Andy's parents for a week, as I have to be 'physically recovered' before I should start picking up my kids. So what, I got a few cuts and bruises. Big deal. In my opinion, I am recovering more emotionally, than physically. I mean, come on! My best friend, that I have known for my whole life has died! He had a really young kid, a wife. He was worshipped by hundreds of thousands of teenage girls and boys. Shit. His band must be devastated!

I am pulled out of my thoughts by Andy sitting down next to me, pressing the 'Start' button on my controller, making the game flash to life. I jump at the noise and pause it again.

"Hey!" I glare at him, playfully. He laughs and shoves some grapes into his mouth.

"You have been sat here all day, playing this" He laughs "You're such a lazy shit!"

"I have the right to be a lazy shit!" I retort, stealing some of his grapes "I am recovering" I smirk and resume my game. It takes me back to where I was, before I died. I am in the basement, looking for the generator that some priest guy, had turned off. What a dick. I hear some loud chains and know to hide in the lockers. I do so, and stand in them, as quiet as possible. It is dark in the room, so I switch my camcorder on, as it has night vision. The fat, dead guy, who is trying to kill me, sniffs and mutters something to himself then walks away. I jump out of the locker and find the stairs. The console saves my progress, and I decide I have had enough horror for one day.

Andy gets up again and starts to walk away "Where are you going, babe? I ask, turning around and peering over the sofa.

"To make my lazy Fiancé, her dinner" He rolls his eyes and I smirk, turning back towards the TV. I swith from the Xbox, to the actual TV and flick though the channels until I reach Kerrang!. Helena by My Chemical Romance is playing. I quietly sing along, watching the emotional video. My favourite of them all, has got to be Mikey. He is so cute, and kindhearted! Or high.. Who knows. I chuckle at my own thoughts, until my phone vibrates and the screen comes to life. I check out the caller ID. MikeyWay. That my friends, is creepy shit!

"Hello there, Mr. Way" I say, smiling to myself.

"Hello there, Jennifer" I hear the smile in his voice.

"What is the occasion? I haven't heard from you in ages!" I drag out the 'A' in ages.

"We are in Cali, where abouts do you and lover boy, live?"

"Miami Beach. Kensington Avenue"

"We are coming to see you"

"We?"

"Me and the guys"

"Oh, cool! See ya in a bit"

"Bye"

I get up and wonder into the kitchen.

"Mmm, I smell Lasagne!" I squeal, shuffling onto a barstool.

"You are correct, my dear" He says, impersonating a posh, London accent. He tried to impersonate my accent once... It didn't go to great...

"Hey, uh, My Chem are coming over" I said, pulling my phone out, to check Facebook.

"Good job I made a lot of food, then" He laughs.

"I don't know if they are staying for dinner, but Mikes called and said they are in Cali and are coming to see us" I say, writing a status about Andy's legendary Lasagne.

"It would be rude not to offer, and I'm pretty sure that Frank would eat everything in the house, if he could. I laugh at his comment and shake my head slightly. My phone vibrates on the counter, making an unnecessarily loud noise. I unlock it and read the text

MikeyWay : What number house, I can't remember what your car looks like!x

Me : 49. There is a Mercedes A-class on the drive, along with a Dicovery 4 x

I set my phone down, onto the counter, and grab a folder of paperwork from the table.

"If that is finacial shit, let me do it" Andy says, taking a quick glance at the masses of paper between my hands.

"Nope, it's my college enrolment shit," I state, yawning.

"You enrolled into college? When, why and where?" He questioned. I laughed at him and he glared at me, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Yes. The day I went out with Mitch. Because I want to get my qualifications. The mainland" I say, all in one breath.

"What qualifications?" He turns around and checks the oven, making sure that he hasn't burnt the food.

"I want to get my jounalism and photography qualifications"

"Ew, jounalism! Why, Jen?!" He asks, spinning round to face me.

"I don't mean journalism where you write shit about people in gossip mags. I mean musoc jounalism" He nods "Kerrang approached me, not to long ago. They said that they had looked at my photography page on Facebook and saw potential"

"Oooh!" He winks "Does that mean you will be interviewing and photographing me and the guys?" I nod. The doorbell goes and I jog to the front door. Looking through the peephole, I see a very hyper-looking MCR. I open the door and they all turn to me, massive smiles cover their faces.

"JENNY!" They shout in unison and all hug me.

"Hey guys" I chuckle and see Andy poke his head round the corner, quickly shooting back into the kiychen when he notices I have seen him.

"Andrew Dennis Biersack, get your ass in here and stop being so unsociable!" I shout and they all go quiet. Andy walks in, hair covering his fave.

"Andy-guys. Guys-Andy" They exchange handshakes and I push the hair from his face, exposing the massive amout of eyeliner he wears. We all go into the kitchen-diner, and sit at the table. Andy checks on the dinner every once in a while. We chat about what we have all been doing with our lives and that I have two kids.

"What are their names? Beau and Jane, isn't it? I saw your post on Facebook" Ray states, smiling.

"Yeah," I smile at the thought of them "Beau is oldest" We carry on chatting until it gets to about 1am.

"I'm going to get my bruised ass to bed," I yawn walking towards the stairs.

"Goodnight" They say in unison.

"Wanna crash here tonight?" Was the last thing I heard Andy say, before closing the door and crashing out on the bed.