Meet And Greet

Knives and Pens (Acoustic)

After getting sorted on the huge bus all the guys join Ronnie Radke in his bus.
I silently fangirl as he open the door, shirtless except for a leopard print white scarf hanging from his neck.
(A/N I'm kinda obsessed with the I'm Not A Vampire video clip and I couldn't resist him wearing a scarf heehee. Ik its an old video but I love it!!)
He has some epic tattoos and I can't help but admire them. 'Come in guys, and girl.' He gives me a grin and we all walk in.
'Woah...' I murmur as I see a massive flatscreen in the small lounge.
'I know right. Anyone like The Walking Dead? I got the newest 5 episodes.'
My eyes nearly drop out of my head, 'WAIT! Season 5 has started?!'
'Yeah.'
'FUCK!' I slap my thigh and it stings.
I'm wearing black tights, black denim shorts, black half tank with a bloody red heart on it and my favourite black combat boots.
He grins, 'Sooo, thats a yes to watching it?'
'Most definitely sir.'
I sit curled up into Andy's side for the first episode but he falls asleep. Like, how is that possible.
So I crawl over to the spot next to Ronnie and he lays an arm over my shoulder. I realise he is still shirtless, but I just ignore it.
We obsess over the newest episode for nearly two hours, it's nearly 10pm when I look up at the clock.
'Shit!' I whisper yell, 'We gotta get back to our bus.'
Ronnie chuckles quietly, 'Are you gonna carry the four of them?' I look around and realise all the guys are fast asleep on the floor or on the couch.
'Oh.'
'You can stay here and go back with them in the morning. My guys have their own bus to share.'
'You have your OWN bus!' I ask accusingly.
'Yeah, everyone was offered one. But Andy chose to stay with the boys.' He explains and I "aww".
He shows me to a little room with a teeny bed in it.
'Lemme just get some blankets and shit.' He walks out and I let out a deep breath. This was one of the best days of my life.
I wait for a couple of minutes, but he doesn't come back. So I tip toe back into the lounge to see him and Andy arguing silently about something.
Andy looks REALLY pissed.
I sneak back, I don't think I wanna know what that was about. I continue waiting on the bed.

About ten minutes later Ronnie walks in looking angry.
'Whats up?'
'Andy is gonna dump you.'
I feel like I got punched in the stomach, 'What?' I mumble weakly.
'His ex is back and her claws are sunk deep.'
I curl into a ball and stare blankly at the wall.
I feel the bed sink down a bit and someone pulls me into a hug, my tears overflow before I can stop them.
After five minutes of sobbing and tears I pull back from Ronnie, 'Sorry.'
'For what.'
'Well, I cried all over you shoulder. Thats kind of icky isn't it?'
He stares at me then bursts into quiet laughter.
'You say fuck, shit and every other swear words but you use "icky" oh my god.' He gasps out and I frown.
'Shut up.'
He bites his lip and looks into my eyes. Trying not to giggle as well I look back.

Something flips like a switch in his dark eyes, from amusement to...
To want.
I run my tongue over my lips as he starts to lean in.
Our lips connect and my heart starts to race.
His bare, tattooed arms wrap around my waist and one of my hands tangle in his hair while the other runs over his bare chest. He lifts off my shirt and I chuck it onto the ground.
'Forget Andy.' Ronnie murmurs and lays down so I'm straddling him.
'Ok.' I whisper back.
'Fuck you.' Someone chokes from the doorway and I whip my head around to see Andy there.
A curled fist pressed against his chest and the other flexing open and closed.
His beautiful blue eyes are filled with hurt and anger.
My stomach knots and I stand up.
Andy leans heavily against the doorframe, as if his legs can't support him anymore.
'Andy-' I choke past the lump in my throat.
'Fuck you.' He repeats. 'You said you LOVED me! Don't say shit unless you mean it bitch!' He yells.
'Oh you can fucking talk! You were gonna dump me for your ex! Don't go all hurt and innocent on me! I scream back.
His jaw drops, 'What the fuck are you talking about! My ex is a stuck up whore! Just like you apparently!'
Ok, that hurt. I dig my nails into my palms and take a deep breath.
'How could you cheat on me! For no reason at all! I would never fucking dump you! Oh wait, yeah I would! We are fucking OVER!' He screams and storms away.
'Oh my gosh.' I whisper and round on Ronnie who is grinning cockily.
(A/N sorry! Had to make someone the bad guy!)
'You fucking cunt!' I scream and launch myself at him. My long black nails scratch his face and I punch him in the chest.
'YOU MOTHERFUCKER!' I cry as someone grabs my arms and drags me backwards.
'LET GO OF ME! I HAVE TO KILL THE BASTARD! FUCK YOU! HE MADE ME DO THIS!' And as soon as the words leave my lips I know that isn't true.
I could have at least talked to Andy.
'Calm down.' I hear Ashley's voice.
'DONT TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN! THIS--THIS PRICK LIED TO ME! AND NOW ANDY HATES ME! And.. And everything is ruined!' I start to cry and pull away from Ashley.
I stumble back to the lounge and into the kitchen. I don't know where the bathroom is.
My stomach heaves and I throw up into the sink.
My tears mix with puke and I feel like shit.
I throw up twice more and hear the sounds of people waking up.
I slide down to the floor and wipe my eyes.
I keep crying, sobbing and hiccuping.
'London?'
'Why are you crying?'
'Where the fucks Andy? I'll go get him.'
'I hear someone leave, check the bus.'
That only makes me cry harder.
'No...' I mutter and pass out.

A/N so, yep. Where has Andy gone? I'm so proud right now! This is a super long part for me! Yay!!
Love you sushi rolls!
Xoxo Bran Bran