Strong Dislike (Andy Biersack)

Chapter 3

You would think that when one person in sleeping in a room, other people in the room would be kind enough to let that sleeping individual rest.

Not when you're sleeping in the Black Veil Brides tour bus.

"We should cut her hair!" A voice says, Ashley I think.

"No man that's too fucked up. We should cover her face in Sharpie." CC replies with a very excited tone of voice and I hear the familiar click of a cap coming off of a marker.

"You should put that Sharpie away or I'm going to shove it up your ass." I open my eyes slowly to stare at the four men who are all already staring at me. CC caps his marker and steps away slowly.

"It was all Christian's idea." Jake says, bolting down the hallway and into the kitchen.

I sit up slowly and yawn loudly as the boys disperse into different rooms to do different things.

I pick up my black Iphone and type in my pass code quickly before I check for any new messages.

Nothing.

"Where's Andy?" I ask Jinxx who is sitting across from me on the black sofa, playing a game on his phone.

"The music room." He responds without looking up from his white Samsung.

It has been one week since Andy had freaked out on me and left me completely lost surrounded by unfamiliar buses and screaming fans.

Fortunately, I had text Jaime and he came to my rescue, escorting me back to the empty BVB bus.

Andy hasn't spoken a word to me since that day but it hadn't really bothered me too much. I mean, obviously he's an asshole and I knew he'd just flip out on me eventually.

Whether we were "friends" or not.

But goddamn over the last few performances at Warped, I had officially fallen in love with that dickhead's voice. It was literally like the angels crafted it and molded it so it fit in perfectly with the guitars and drums of the band.

Black Veil Brides was good, and I was most definitely a fan.

I stand up slowly, still a bit groggy, and grab my green blanket from the couch, no way in hell I'm sharing this blanket.

Especially not with Ashley.

I wouldn't ever go into Ashley's bunk with a black light.

As I'm tossing my blanket up into my bunk, a loud crash echoes through the bus.

"Fuck! She told him." Jake says and drops his spoon into his cereal bowl, splashing milk all over the mahogany table.

Jinxx rushes past me and I stare at the guys as they all run into the music room and close the door quickly.

I look back at Tom who is standing next to Mark's seat, chatting. He looks up at me and shrugs.

"Probably just Andy throwing a tantrum." He says simply and returns to his conversation with Mark.

If this is perfectly normal why did all the guys rush to the music room?

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FUCKING KNEW?" Andy's voice is booming even though the door is closed and is probably supposed to be muffling the sound.

Another crash and all of the men who rushed in rush out quickly and close the door.

"Tom, Andy's going berserk in there! Juliet just dumped him." Ashley says, walking towards Tom where they start quietly whispering.

"Who's Juliet?" I ask the nearest person, my eyesight still locked on the music room door.

"Juliet Simms." Christian whispers to me. "She was his girlfriend but she was cheating. We all had our assumptions but she just told him. Over the phone. We're supposed to be seeing her in a few stops on the tour."