~Andy's P.O.V.~
I walked out of the hotel room to get some air. I was tired of sitting around doing nothing. The guys had went out to a party. As soon as I leave the room I realize that I had forgotten my phone and the key to the door.
Damn.
I sighed and knocked on the door next to mine.
I hope they're not a crazy fuck..
When the door opens, I see the most beautiful girl that I've ever seen.
"That was fast-" she said. Then shushed.
"Do you have a phone I could borrow? I left mine in the room, along with the key to get back in. Stupid me right?"
"Uhm, yeah. I have a p-phone." She did a fancy turn and bolted for her phone. I stroll into her room. There wasn't much to it. One bed, a relatively small television, and not many belongings. I see a Black Veil Brides case on her iPod and chuckle.
"I'm Andy, by the way. Andy Biersack. But from the looks of that you already knew that." I flash her a smile.
She blushes a lovely shade of pink. D'aww.
"Y-yeah. I know who you are." Then she hands me her phone.
"Thanks."
I call Jake and told him to bring me the room key. Me and this girl, whom had introduced herself as Emiline, spent a long while talking, getting to know one another. Jake came and I went to leave, but I turned around and asked if she wanted to go to the concert. I don't know why I asked. She was just another fan.
Right?
I walk out. "Who's that?" Jake asks.
"No one..." I blush.
Just a fan. She's just a fan. I repeat to myself.
"Oooooh. You got a girl on the side?" He winks and smirks.
"Oh hush, you know I'm not like that." I punch him playfully. "That was Emiline. Just another fan. She let me use her phone."
"She didn't look like just another fan."
"Well, she was." Right?
I walk into our hotel room (Jake had to go back to the party),to find my phone beeping. I pick it up.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Twenty-nine missed calls and thirty-two text messages. All from Juliet. She left ten voicemails. All more frantic and overdramatic than the rest.
Starting with:
"Andy, where are you? Why aren't you picking up?!"
Ending with:
"You're probably fucking cheating on me with some groupie skank. You know what?! It's OVER!! Do you understand me Andrew?! O-V-E-R! Go to hell!"
What the actual fuck?!
A tear rolls down my face. I leave for an hour and she goes off the deep end. I start sobbing uncontrollably.
My beautiful dragonfly hates me. She's not even mine anymore...
After I calm down, I check my Twitter. Juliet has blown Twitter up with her dumping me and that I cheated. Loads of fangirls were happy and told Juliet that she'd never find a guy like me in a million years. Sometimes fangirls do more good than harm.
Feeling a bit better, I post:
"Dragonfly, I never cheated. Stop fucking lying. I won't explain myself to you, you're not my mother nor my wife. Have a nice life."
I walk to the mini fridge stocked with booze and drink away my problems.
The last thing that crossed my mind before I passed out was Emilme.
Oh God...
