After I showered off all my war paint and got dressed in my Batman pajamas, not even bothering with putting a shirt on, I walked out and plopped down on the bed next to Matt.
"Fuck I'm exhausted." I groaned and he chuckled.
"You're too energetic on stage that's why." he replied and rolled onto his side to look at me.
"Oh shut up I have a lot of energy when I'm on stage so I let it out. How the hell do you think I stay so skinny?" I chuckled and rolled onto my side as well and connected our lips into a kiss. He slowly kissed back, then rolled over on top of me, his tongue running over my bottom lip then entering my mouth. We kissed like that for a while, then I heard the door in Ashley's room slam shut. Fuck these walls are thin. I thought, then I heard her voice.
Lexy.
Matt broke our kiss and looked at me concerned, "Andy?" he asked as I felt tears fill my eyes.
I sat up as he moved off of me and put my elbows on my knees, gripping my hair tightly in my fists as I tried to hold in the scream of pain and anger that was building up inside of me. I could feel my heart start to break. "Fuck." I gasped out then got up. I changed back into my skinny jeans, pulled on my boots and my black leather jacket, and walked out, slamming the door shut.
As soon as I got outside, I ran to the park across the street. I fell to my knees in front of a tree and gripped my hair in my hands again, screaming, not caring who heard me. When I finally felt a little better, I slowly lowered my hands and lied back on the grass, staring up at the stars in the sky, tears slipping from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks into the grass.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I asked to no one in particular, my voice scratchy from that scream.
(Ashley's P.O.V.)
As Lexy walked in the room I smiled at her. "Hey."
She grinned and walked up to me, running her finger down my chest, "Hey there sexy." she purred, then connected her lips with mine. For some reason though, I didn't want her kissing me. When Andy had kissed me... Sure I had been shocked and confused as fuck at first, but then... I don't know... I liked it.
"What's wrong baby?" she crooned, pulling away when she realized I wasn't kissing back.
"I want you to leave." I said as I heard the door slam shut next door.
She looked at me hurt, "What?" she demanded.
"I said," I snapped, my patience wearing thin as I heard someone practically running past the room, "I want you to leave."
She continued to look hurt, then anger filled her eyes, "Fuck you Ashley!" she snapped, then slapped me and stormed out.
Jesus fucking Christ... I thought, then grabbed my room key and went next door, knocking on the door. I needed to talk to Andy.
"Yeah?" Matt asked, opening the door.
"Where's Andy?" I asked.
Matt sighed and shook his head, "I don't know..." the way he was acting made me concerned.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I don't even know." he admitted, "We were kissing and suddenly he just... stopped, looking like he was going to cry. He sat up, looked like he was going to pull his hair out, then changed and just.. left." I could tell he was close to tears himself, but Matt wasn't my bandmate. Andy was, and I needed to find him.
I nodded at him then quickly rushed out of the hotel. As I got out, I heard a pained scream. I would recognize one of Andy's screams anywhere, even though it has never sounded like that. I ran across the street as soon as I could manage it without getting ran over, then saw him lying down underneath a tree, looking at the sky. As I got closer, I saw tears falling from his eyes onto the grass.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" He asked himself, his voice hoarse. He then closed his eyes and took a shaky breath, and I knew he was about to start crying.
"Andy?"
(Andy's P.O.V.)
My eyes shot open as I heard Ashley say my name. I sat and turned around slightly, seeing him standing there in just his jacket and... Hello Kitty pajama bottoms. Dear lord...
"Y-yeah?" I managed to choke out without sobbing.
He sat across from me, looking scared, "What's wrong?"
As my eyes met his, I broke down crying. "Andy." he gasped, then his arms were around me, pulling him close to him. I buried my face in his chest , and he started to stroke my hair like he always did when I was upset.
"What's wrong Andy?" he asked gently, "Tell me."
"I-I'm so c-confused Ash." I sobbed, gripping the front of his shirt tightly in one fist.
"About what?" he whispered against my hair.
"I d-don't know what to d-do! I th-think I love M-Matt but at the same t-time," I took a deep breath, trying to calm down since I could barely speak through my sobs, "I-I love y-you so m-much and wh-when I heard h-her through the wa-all I just bro-oke." I broke down into sobs again and felt Ashley flinch.
"Andrew, look at me." he said softly, his hand continuing to pet my hair.
I took a shuddering breath and looked at him, tears continuing to roll down my cheeks.
"I told her to leave." he whispered, his eyes gazing into mine, "Because when she kissed me, I felt nothing. Because one little whore I had a drunken fling with was nothing compared to my best friend and bandmate." I started crying harder, if that was possible, and he tilted my head up by lifting my chin with two of his fingers, "I don't know what's going on in my mind or my heart, but I know I can't stand to see my best friend hurting like this."
"A-Ashley." I choked out and he gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Shhh, it's ok Andy." he whispered, then connected his lips with mine.
