Fix Me (Alternative ending)

Chapter 34

We got no trigger warning today, you are so welcome.

Black Veil Brides: We say a fond farewell to our beloved frontman @AndyBiersack as he parts ways to focus on his solo career. Andy was the founder of the band and the only original member with us, and we're sure you'll all agree that it's a sad time to see him go, and we wish him (and his family) the best of luck.

Andy Biersack: Bittersweet. It's been my absolute pleasure to lead @blackveilbrides since I was a teenager. It must have been ten years by now. But times are changing, I've got a family to take care of now (I'm talking 'bout you, @remingtonbiersack and @remingtonsharley) and a few secrets to share with you about my solo project. Thank you all so much for the constant support and I sincerely hope the new front man is welcomed warmly and with love and that they enjoy it just as much as I have.

User 1: I think it's the end of the world. You're my favourite member of bvb!!! Also who is @remingtonsharley????
Andy Biersack: @user1 Have an open mind!! And @remingtonsharley is an account Remington made for his cuddly toy, Harley.
Kittycatrem: @andybiersack whatcha think of my new username????
Andy Biersack: @kittycatrem I love it! And I love you!

It's exciting for Remington when he's told he can go out for the day, as long as he's with someone. Andy, of course, jumps at the chance to take his husband for a day trip. He's told not to go more than 45 miles away, and shown how to use the feeding tube so Remington is still fed outside of the hospital.

Remington is just glad to see the outside world. "Where are we going?" He asks, tucking tube behind his ear and opening the car door.

Andy smiles. "What d'you think of the beach?"

"I think...it sounds perfect." He plugs himself in and leans back in the seat with a happy sigh.

The man starts the car. "They said you gotta be back by seven, right?"

"I thought he said eight," Remington shrugs.

"Well, aren't we doing fantasic," Andy jokes, "we'll aim for seven anyway." He pulls out of the carpark and Remington connects his phone to the radio to play music.

"Hey, Andy?"

"Hmm?"

Remington scrolls through spotify. "Can we just-like-not talk about anything serious for the whole day? Like...no eating disorder and self harm and whatever. Please?"

Andy smiles. "We can definitely do that. How many followers does Harley have?"

The boy shuffles a Demi Lovato playlist and opens instagram to check. "Oh wow," he mumbles, "who knew so many people wanted to follow a cuddly toy?"

"Over a thousand?"

"Twenty four thousand, eight hundred and sixty three."

Andy raises an impressed eyebrow. "Holy shit, that's-wow."

Remington giggles.

"You lauging at me?"

"You can bet your pretty little ass, I am. Smile!" The man rolls his eyes and Remington takes a photo for his story, posting it with the words 'day trip with God, no big deal.'

"There are more photos of me on your story that there are on mine," Andy says, "oh no, I think it's gonna rain."

"Oh no."

"I've got a back up plan, don't you worry your little ass off."

As predicted, the weather takes a turn and rain begins hammering onto the car. Remington rolls down the window, laughing when Andy mumbles about how childish he is. "Not my fault," he responds, "you didn't have to marry me."