Make Me (Remdy)

We All Need An Outlet

I'M SO SAD ABOUT THE NEW BVB/MIW/INK TOUR BECAUSE IT'S IN FUCKING AMERICA LIKE WTF THEY AVOIDING UK OR WHAT HUH?!?!?!? LITERALLY NEVER BEEN ABLE TO SEE BVB LIVE BCOS THE DOWNLOAD FESTIVAL I WAS SUPPOSED TO SEE THEM AT WAS CANCELLED DUE TO COVID, AND THEY HAVEN'T BEEN HERE SINCE LIKE 2017/18 AND I WASN'T A BIG ENOUGH FAN TO COMMIT MYSELF OT A SHOW AT THE YOUNG AGE OF 15/16. THEY'VE LITERALLY JUST BEEN TO AMERICA LIKE NO SHADE TO AMERICA BUT TF U REALLY GET EVERYTHING HUH, I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO SEE THEM WITH ITM, THEY'RE LIKE MY TWO FAVOURITE BANDS, I'M SO MAD.

Anyway, on with the story, if anyone who isn't in America reads this please tell me you feel the same and I'm not being insane. 

Trigger warnings: vv brief mention of death + alcohol, sex (also brief lol sorry) 

Andy invites Remington to the cinema the following evening, picking him up from his place and, as always, driving slowly and without showing ant distractions, such as glancing at his phone when it buzzes, though does glance at Remington to check he's okay. 

Once they're parked safely and the engine is off, Remington physically eases, lets out a breath as though he was afraid to breathe for the entirety of the fifteen minutes. He looks at Andy, smiles, unplugs his seat belt. 

They walk with linked arms into the building, stopping at the desk to buy tickets, popcorn and drinks, which Andy insists on paying for. In the theater they sit near to the middle and balance the popcorn on the armrest between them, laughing when it falls and Remington barely catches it in time. A group of teenagers send them dirty looks so they smile sarcastically, wait for the adverts to finish and the movie to begin. 

About an hour in, Andy leaves to go the bathroom, though is gone for a suspiciously long time, so Remington, taking their things to avoid a teenager taking them, goes to see where he got to. He finds the man in the small bar with a glass of water and his head in his hands. He dumps their coats under the table and the food and drinks on the table, sits down. 

Andy lifts his head, looks at the younger, pulls the popcorn box towards himself. "Don't ever get married," he says. "Because the divorce will ruin your life." He shakes his head, eats some of the popcorn. "I'm sorry, I'm having a bit of a day, I'll come back in a sec." 

"She's done something, hasn't she?" 

"Juliet?" He closes his eyes, nods. "Yes. Oh, yes, babe, of course she has. When hasn't she, would be the better question to ask." 

"What did she do?" 

"Check your phone." 

"What? Why?" 

"Just do it." 

Remington does. It takes barely a minute to see what he's referring to. An article posted in all the current alt-rock magazines, headlined: Black Veil Brides' Andy Biersack is bisexual and dating a man, says ex-wife, Juliet Simms. "Oh, for fuck's sake. That woman has no tact." 

Andy puts his head on the table. "Tell me about it." He groans. "God, this is such a piss take. You don't out people just because you don't like them, that's not something you do." 

"Absolutely not," Remington agrees. 

"What deal is it of hers, anyway? We're divorced, and besides, she fucks men, why can't I?" He lifts his head to eat more popcorn. "Like yeah, I'm a cunt, but I'd never do that, not to anyone. Even when I hated you, I'd never out you to anyone. It's fucked up."

"She's out of line." 

"So fucking out of line. She doesn't even know where the line is anymore. She just does whatever the fuck she wants, and I'm sick of it. Honestly, can you imagine living with her? Because I did, for fucking years! I'm genuinely surprised it took me so long to get alcohol poisoning with her around." He shakes his head again. "God, sorry, this isn't anything to do with you." 

"Are you kidding? This has everything to do with me." 

"How? You didn't lose your mind when you were twenty and decide to marry a two-faced, lying snake." 

Remington rolls his eyes, leans into Andy. "No, thank God, but I did lose my mind when I was twenty-seven and decide that falling in love with a cunt was a good idea." 

"Yeah, 'cause that makes me feel loads better." 

"What I mean is that we're together, so anything that is to do with you is to do with me, no?" 

"Mhm." 

"Right, so shut up about being sorry for having perfectly valid feelings about a perfectly invalid thing that she has done and keep ranting because clearly, you need an outlet." 

"Are you sure you want to be that outlet?" 

"Are you a cunt? Yes." 

"Alright, Jesus Christ. Give me a hug if you must." 

Remington pushes his chair back and makes Andy do the same. Then he sits on the elder's lap and wraps his arms around his shoulders, tight. "What're you gonna do about it?" He asks quietly. 

Nestling his face into Remington's neck, Andy sighs. "I don't know. Confirm the rumours, I suppose. At least if they hear it from me then I'll know they're hearing the truth and not some extended version of it. Mm, I ever told you how nice you smell?" 

"Nope." 

"Well, you smell nice." A deep inhale. "You know what I need right now, that will really help get this tension out of me?" 

"Are you about to ask for sex, Andrew? Is that what's about to happen?" 

"Absolutely." 

"Then what are you waiting for? Your car has blacked out windows, right?"

Andy chuckles. "Yes, indeed. My car does have black out windows. You wanna fuck in my car?" 

"Why not? I have too many bad memories in cars, maybe making a good one will help." 

"Huh, good point." He lifts his head. "Alright, you got it. Let's fuck in my car. But don't say anything else about it until we get there, because I'm about one word away from a very physical reaction." 

Remington snorts, covers his mouth, and then laughs. Then he gets off his lap, picks up their things from under the table, and they begin for the exit.