REMDY ONE SHOTS

☾We Stitch These Wounds☾

Can you do a Remdy where BVB and Palaye Royale are on tour together and Andy gets into a fight with Juliet and they break up and the band gets mad at Andy for being upset about it so Andy runs off the bus in tears and accidentally runs into Remington and he helps Andy deal with everything and they end up together? Can you maybe also add something with self harm in it? Sorry if that's confusing.

((I have NOTHING against Juliet and I hate making her the bad guy; it's just for the story. Please note that I DO NOT view Juliet this way at all. I love her so much))
((No hate towards Ashley or Jake either!! The only reason I used them is because I can't see Jinxx or CC getting that mad. Jinxx is too quiet and CC, well CC is CC))
((Also, I know Andy is actually 29, but I'm making him 26 in the story))

((This one is hella long)) ((4060 words NOT including this into))
((And incase you don't know what a weeping willow tree is, there's a picture at the top))
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{{Phone call//A: Andy J: Juliet}}

A: You what?

J: Im sorry, but I think it's for the best.

A: Really? You sleeping with someone else while I'm on tour is for the best?

J: Yes. You're not around to give me what I need, so I had someone else do it.

A: So that's all I am to you? An object to sleep with?

J: No, of course not. You're more than just that.

A: Well you have a funny way of showing it.

J: Well then maybe we should break up. Since you can't forgive me for doing something that I need, maybe I should just find someone else.

A: Maybe you should. You obviously don't love me anymore if you've slept with someone else every fucking night since I've been on tour. And even when I'm not on tour you don't act like you love me.

J: Fine. We're done. Goodbye Andy.

A: Goodbye.

After hanging up the phone, I throw my phone across the room, which caused it to break into a bunch of pieces. I pull the curtain attached to my bunk closed and burst into tears. I'm surprised I stayed calm while I was on the phone.

That was the second hardest phone call of my life (the first was when my mom called to tell me that my grandpa passed away. That will always be the hardest).

Looking for something to take away the pain I'm feeling right now, I reach inside my pillowcase and pull out the tiny box that I keep my blades in. I open the box and take out one of the blades and start cutting my wrist without even thinking about it first.

One for being a fuck up.

Two because Juliet doesn't love you.

Three for being an idiot.

Four for being too emotional.

Five for being a fuck up. Yes I said that already, but I don't care at this point.

Six because your band hates you.

Seven for being a shit singer.

Eight for being a hypocrite telling the fans not to hurt themselves even though you do the same thing.

Nine for ruining everyone's lives.

Ten because why not.

After a while, I hear the front door of the bus open and the rest of my band walks in. I hear someone come into the bunk area, but I'm too upset to notice who.