Goodbye Agony (Andley)

Chapter Nineteen- Andley

(A/N: Picture is of what Andy's belly is basically like now)

-4 weeks later-

Ashley's POV

I walked in through the front door, exhausted from working another double shift. All I wanted to do at the moment was sleep but I had to be at school in two hours. At least it was Friday and tomorrow I had the day off. I know I've been working like crazy lately but it would all pay off when I would have enough money to move out with Andy and get an apartment.
I walked to the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of coffee. It seemed like that was the only thing I drink now. I sat at the table and drank some before Nan came in to the kitchen.
"Good morning dear." She smiled then kissed my head.
"Morning Nan." I replied before yawning.
"Hun, why don't you stay home today and rest. I'll fix you up some breakfast." She suggested before going to the refrigerator and getting out some eggs.
"Alright Nan." I nodded and rubbed my eyes. After a few minuets, she placed a plates of pancakes in front of me.
"Eat up hun." She said and handed me a fork. I took it and thanked her then grabbed the bottle of syrup and poured it all over my pancakes. That was the last thing I remember before I fell asleep.

"Ashy.. Ashy.." I felt somebody shaking my shoulder and saying that over and over again. I opened my eyes and saw Andy standing over me.
"You fell asleep on your food." Andy said, trying to hold back a laugh. I lifted my head up and felt sticky syrup coating my cheek and I think some of it got in my hair.
"I was tired, don't judge me." I chuckled before standing up.
"Take a shower babe or else your face is gonna smell like syrup forever and ever." He grinned all childish which I found adorable.
"Alright, whatever you say mister." I smiled then kissed his cheek before heading to the bathroom.

After I took a shower, I changed in to some pajamas and went in to my room. Andy was sitting on the bed, writing in his green notebook.
"You know," I began, "I've always wondered what was in that notebook of yours."
"Just songs and stuff." He shrugged, still writing stuff down in his notebook.
"Songs that you wrote?" I asked and sat next to him. He just nodded.
"Just song ideas and what not." He mumbled, too focused on what he was doing.
"Can you sing one for me?" I asked.
"I guess.." He said hesitantly. He flipped through some pages before stopping at a page.
"This is a song that I wrote a couple months ago when you and your friends used to beat the living crap outta me every single day." Andy sighed and suddenly, I started feeling really bad but I only nodded for him to start.
"Alone at last we can sin and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
Stay right here we can change our plight.
Storming through this despite what's right." He started singing softly and his voice was purely beautiful to me.
"Wait, hold on one sec." I said as I got an idea. He nodded and I walked to my closet and got out my acoustic guitar. I sat back down on my bed and started strumming something I felt sort of went with how he sang. Then he started singing yet again.
"One final fight for this tonight.
Whoa-oh-oh
With knives and pens we made our plight.

Lay your heart down, the end's in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab right through and justify your pride."

I looked over at Andy and I saw that he was crying silently as he sang. I felt guilt in the pit of my stomach because I knew I was the reason behind this song. I knew that I was the reason he felt bad enough to self harm and to go through depression like he did. He paused for a second and took a shaky breath before continuing again.

"One final fight for this tonight.
Whoa-oh-oh
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Whoa-oh-oh

Well I can't go on without your love that you lost, you never held on.
We tried our best. Turn out the light. Turn out the light

One final fight for this tonight.
Whoa-oh-oh
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Whoa-oh-oh

Well I can't go on without your love that you lost, you never held on.
We tried our best. Turn out the light. Turn out the light."

He finished the song and wiped his eyes.
"How was that?" Andy asked, his voice cracking from crying. I put down my guitar then wrapped my arms around him. He tried his best to hold it in and not to cry as hard as he wanted to.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered to him, kissing his head over and over again.
"It's okay Ash.. I forgive you." Andy sobbed. I still felt incredibly bad for what I used to do to him. I held him closer and soon he just sort of stopped crying.
"I wish I could take back every stupid thing I've done to you." I whispered and he just looked up at me with his big, glossy, sky blue eyes.
"That's in the past Ashley. I know you regret doing it but it's not like you can take it all away. I completely forgive you because I love you and I don't want that to be holding us back from loving eachother and being in a relationship." Andy said. I knew he was right though, I needed to stop hating myself because of this. Like he said, it would just hold us back from loving each other.

Then I heard knocking at my door.
"Ashley, could I speak to you for a moment?" I heard Nan say from the other side of the door. I pecked Andy's lips gently before getting up and walking over to the door. I opened it and Nan smiled at me.
"Come here dear, we need to talk." She said and held my hand while she led me to her room. I sat down on the king size bed she shared with Pop.
"What's wrong Nan?" I asked. She got a piece of paper off from her dresser then sat down next to me.
"Ashley," Nan began, "Before your parents died, they left you something very important to help with your future."
"What was it?" I questioned.
"They left you 70,000$ in a bank account. They saved up all that money for you to go to college or for what ever you needed. If they were still alive.." She trailed of, and I saw tears forming in her eyes. It was hard to talk about my parents for her, especially since my mom was her daughter. Not to mention, my dad was her best friends son and she knew him his whole life. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder and she took a deep breath.
"If they were still alive," she continued, "They would've probably left you more money. I know its not too much, but it's enough to start you off with an apartment."
"Thank you Nan." I said.
"I had nothing to do with it, hun, it was all your parents." She smiled gently.
"I mean thank you for everything, thank you for being my mom through these years. I appreciate it so much." I explained.
"You're so very welcome Ashley. I want you to know that you'll always be like a son to me, and if you need anything at all, your grandpa and I will be here." She said before kissing my forehead. She gave me the bank account information and I thanked her for it.
"When do you think you'll move out?" Nan asked.
"I don't know.. Maybe this month, it depends on if we find a place." I answered. After a few more minuets of talking, I went back to the room where Andy was writing again in his notebook.
"Babe, I've got good news." I smiled before sitting next to him.
"What is it?" Andy asked, closing his book and setting it down on the nightstand.
"My parents left be money before they passed away and it's enough to get us an apartment." I explained. Andy wrapped his arms around my neck tightly and kissed my cheek over and over again.
"We gotta start looking for apartments then, Ashy." Andy said excitedly.
"We'll start looking tomorrow." I told him then we leaned in closer to eachother and shared a passionate kiss.