Andy's pov
The paramedics quickly load the stretcher into the ambulance. Her face was slack and turning blue when I found her, face down on the bathroom floor of her hotel room. She was surrounded by pills from a spilled container, coke scattered across the floor and an almost empty bottle of beer. I had run after her, trying to stop her, to explain, to make her understand and forgive me for the shit I'd done to her, but she was too fast for me. I pounded on her door, pleading with her to open it. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only half an hour, I ran downstairs and asked Lennon's parents for the key. They refused at first but I begged until they agreed to open it themselves and make sure everything was okay. She wasn't in the bedroom or the kitchen. The bathroom door was closed and when I opened it I nearly passed out.
Lenny's mom called the police and her dad tried to calm me down. I was hyperventilating and crying and trying to shake her awake. Mr. Blakawe had to pull me out of the room, kicking and screaming.
I haven't seen Lenny since I ran after Juliet. As the ambulance pulls away I decide to go looking for her. I walk up to her house and find the door slightly open and the sound of the radio playing. I open door slowly and step in quietly.
Most of Lenny's things are gone and three suitcases are piled on the bed. Lenny's back is to me as she loads the last of her things into a carry on.
"Lenny?"
She jumps, startled, and turns to face me. She looks at me like all the sadness on the world has fallen on her shoulders. "Andy,"
"What are you doing?"
"I can't stay here," she bites her lip. "I've fucked up so much in so little time and now every corner of my house, my parents' house, my town, remind me of you. I can't deal with it. I've made too many mistakes in the same place and all I've wanted since I was little was to leave. Now I have a reason."
I stare at her blankly, "where are you going to go?"
"Away," she looks away from me. "As far away as possible, honestly."
"So come on tour with us," I say desperately. "We need a good photographer,"
"I can't," she looks me in the eyes. "I've fucked up your life. Like really, really bad. I'm sorry."
"Lenny, please," I reach out and take her hand. "You're so crazy amazing and I need you in my life. I honestly don't care how fucked up things have been since our whole situation started because I've gotten to spend time with you and you're the best person I've met in a long time. Lenny, I think I'm in love with you."
"You think?" her voice drips with indignation. "You fucking think. Make up your God damn mind!" She pulls her hand out of mine.
"Lenny,"
"Andy. Stop," she turns and faces me. "This is why I can't come on tour with you. Your emotions are all screwed up and you can't decide things. Like who your girlfriend is or if you're in love or not. Make up your min-"
I kiss her. My hands are on the sides of her face and her finger automatically move to my hair and then down to my neck, my chest, my hips. She pulls me against her and moans then suddenly steps away and pushes the suitcases of her bed. She walks back over to me and forcefully pushes me onto the bed and straddles me.
"The thinks you do to me, Mr. Biersack, are just astounding," she grins at me.
"I love you Lennon," I respond.
"I love you too fucktard," she laughs and begins kissing me again.
*~*~*~*
Lennon's pov
He fell asleep after a while. He looks so vulnerable when he sleeps. I smooth the hair back from his forehead and kiss him softly. I pull my clothes back on then grab my suitcases off the floor. I look back at him one more time, think about it, then grab his shirt off the floor. Its a Batman tee that he cut apart. It smells like him. I pull off my top, a green sweater that I never really liked anyway, and pull on his shirt, inhaling deeply.
He's beautiful and amazing and just all around awesome. I can't fuck up his life anymore, no matter how much I love him. I mean, I'm a fan. Fans love their idols and want what's best for them. And if that means leaving him, then that's what I have to do.
Bye Andy. This is best for both of us. I love you.
Xx Lenny
END PART ONE
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