Hey, it's Sky, I've been best friends with Andrew Dennis Biersack for a while and trust me, it hasn't been easy. Of course, there are the thirteen-year-olds who "totally ship us!" and there's all the internet drama. Then there's fangirls and fanboys...
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I stumbled back as sand slid between feet and pushed me further away. Tears welled into my eyes and my heart wriggled up to my throat. This couldn't be! After all that arguing and Andy suddenly liking me; this has to be some sort of sick joke Ashley was playing on me. I couldn't help myself but hold my breath and nod, a smile crept onto my face. Ashley sighed, regaining his original position and taking my hand delicately into his and slipping the ring onto my finger. With my spare hand, I covered my mouth whilst tears rolled down my cheeks.
The gold ring fits perfectly on my finger like the universe was telling me that this was supposed to be. We kissed and left the beach, hand-in-hand, heart-in-heart.
This. Was. Love.
We walked home, not bothering to call a taxi or hop on the bus. The whole time I couldn't help but catch his eyes as he gazed at me. The softly lit street perfectly hit every nook and cranny of his face that I found so attractive, yet so mysterious and intimidating; then again, I liked that.
As we arrived at the apartment building we stopped outside for a cigarette. Soon I knew deep down we would do this every day together, standing outside laughing at how he would trip on the step every time like he always did. As we climbed up the towering stairs I couldn't help but think of our future, moving in together, maybe getting a dog, eventually children. I fiddled with the keys and then I pulled the handle down and swung open the door to find Andy watching Sex And The City with a half-empty bottle of beer in his hand. We both laughed trying to disturb him.
"Sort him out, but hurry I've got a surprise for you..." Ashley winked and crept over to the bedroom leaving what felt like a permanent imprint on my cheek with his soft lips.
I sat down next to Andy, took off my heels and relaxed onto the sofa "so why are you watching this? I thought you got bored whenever I was watching this!" I laughed, looking at Andy's fixed eyes on the tele.
"I had nothing else to watch," Andy slurred, glancing over at my hand and inhaling sharply "he proposed" dread and regret weaved between his words.
"And?" I furrowed my brows at him, I could already tell by his tone he was frustrated and upset, why would it matter to him? He was my best friend, not my boyfriend or father.
"He teased me all week! I knew this would happen!" He stood up, I flinched, he stared down at me. Andy always tried to be scary but for the many years I've known him he never has, he just mildly annoys me no matter how hard he tries.
"Oh don't try and ruin this!" I huffed snatching my heels and storming into the bedroom. As I closed the door gently I let the soft light of rose-scented candles embrace me. I grinned at Ashley who of course, was surrounded by rose petals and a little teddy.
"So, shall we continue?" Ashley seductively growled, I laughed and unzipped my dress, you all know what happens next...
I woke up, tangled up in the blanket next to Ashley who was warm and slightly sweaty. He was asleep so I made sure not to wake his peaceful snooze. As I crept to the kitchen I could hear the coffee machine making Andy's morning cup of caffeine.
"Keep it down next time, I couldn't sleep" Andy groaned, clearly sensing my presence. I laughed and grabbed a cup from the cupboard and slid past his tall figure.
"Of course your majesty!" I bowed and grinned mischievously, he sighed and barged past me, leaving his coffee on the side, and storming into his room and slamming the door shut. He does this all the time, calling me princess whenever I wanted something so why is it different when I do it to him? Oh well.
A dread dwelled deep inside me as I stared down at the ring on my finger, did I really want to marry Ashley? Yes, but was I ready to get married?... I don't know. I took off the ring and placed it gently on the counter.
Ashley came out of the bathroom, his hair wet and a towel hung loosely on his hips, showing his tattoos on his stomach and arms. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek but as he opened his eyes, Ashley noticed the ring alone on the counter that I sat at. He sighed violently.
"Why aren't you wearing the ring?" Ashley growled, trying to seem calm but again we all have our flaws and Ashley's anger issues were one.
"I love you with all my heart, but... I don't think I'm ready to get married, I'm still like 23 and you're 33. You may be ready but you see, I am just not ready for life-long commitment." I gritted my teeth and waited for a response.
"I see, I totally understand, you have commitment issues, you want to date every man you see. Well, I heard Andy is available since you're always all over him!" He groaned "Am I just a little fling before you move onto your next huh?"
"Ash, it's not like that-"
"Oh don't Ash me, I know you! I was going to spend the rest of my life with you!" Ashley yelled, his head almost bursting into flame.
"Ashley that can still happen, just not now, I'm-" I was cut off by Ashley storming to the bedroom and in a matter of seconds he was dressed, his hair was dry and he was ready to leave my apartment.
"I'll call you whenever, I need to cool down" He grunted, slamming the apartment door and not leaving a trace of his existence.
"I love you!" I shouted, hoping that the door was restraining my words from reaching him. I could imagine him frozen in time, regretting ever walking out that door.
