Andley OneShots ✔

Drug Lord

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Ashley

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I stared in fear and anger as I saw the love of my life in bed, high on Meth. He keeps promising me that he'd stop but this has been going on for almost 2 years now.

"Andy, this has to stop."

"Ashley..not now.."

His voice all dry and cracking. I miss his deep smooth voice. The band even broke up due to Andy being this way. He didn't look healthy. He was super skinny. He didn't like to eat much. He would always starve himself and go for weeks with out nothing in his system but water, energy drinks, and drugs.

"What do you mean not now? Andy, I love you, but this needs to stop. I want you to get clean so we can have a better life."

"It's hard to do anything anymore without it Ashley...I need this."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"NO YOU DON'T!"

"IT HELPS WITH STRESS OK?!!" he yelled.

"What stress?! We haven't done a tour in over a year and you...you don't even pick up a pen anymore, to write songs...dammit Andy, you don't even sing anymore. Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"I..I don't know..I fucked up ok? I don't know why...maybe it's the fact that no one accepts us."

"Fuck them."

Ever since we came out to the fans...most never really came to see us anymore. Slowly, the band broke up and now, we all do our own things. Jake has his get mean fitness business and a clothing line and Jinxx and Sammi got married and moved away. Hell, even CC got mature and moved away with his girl. We still keep in contact and they all know about Andy's..problem.

Me? I have a clothing line as well. That's the only money were getting into this house. All Andy does is Meth. It's killing him and it's killing me too.

"You know what Andy?" I started searching in the draws for his little. Needles and took them. Andy shot up from his sleeping form and gave me a death stare.

"W-What are you doing with th-those?"

"Andy, I'm sick of this. I want things to go back the way they use to. Don't you? Don't you miss that?"

"Give me the needles Ashley.." he stands up from the bed and makes his way over to me. I back up away from him.

"Andy.."

"Hand them over Ashley." he growled.

"No!"

"FUCK ASHLEY, GIVE ME MY STUFF!" he screamed.

"Look at yourself! Look what this has done to you."

"Shut up Ashley, I don't wanna hear it." Andy still tires to get the bag from my hands.

"Look what your doing to your friends and family....me!"

Tears spill out of Andy's eyes as he weakly tries to still get the needles.

"Shut up."

"No, I love you, Andy and I wanna save you. Don't you wanna get better?"

"...It's hard."

"I know, that's why I wanna help you. I called the guys, they're coming to visit and they're gonna help you..ok?"

"...Ok...." he mumbled.