chemical kids & mechanical brides. ☽ andy biersack

01 • dumb

"i'm not like them,
but i can pretend."

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narrator's pov

cincinnati, ohio
october ; mid-2000 something

"i can't for the life of me figure out what you're so worried about, honey." mrs. fawn fumbled with the package of aluminum foil in her hands, covering up the glass container of dessert on the kitchen counter. "i know you have trouble meeting new people, but the biersack's are the kindest couple–"

"i don't think it's them she's worried about, mom." damien smirked and mumbled under his breath as he walked over to open the fridge.

"shut up." dahlia lifted her head from resting it in her hands, tossing her elbows off of the kitchen table and glaring at her older brother.

"don't tell me you're all worked up over that boy." her mother nearly rolled her eyes, but simply shook her head. "i've barely ever heard him talk. did something happen at school?"

"yeah, lia. did something happen at school?" damien teased, having his own guesses at what might've been eating at his little sister.

"damien. leave the poor girl alone, for god's sake." the two teens father walked into the room just in time, adjusting his belt around the low end of his waist and fixing his pants pockets. "is everyone ready?"

"i guess so." dahlia muttered, hesitantly slipping off of the tall kitchen chair and letting her old vans hit the tile floor. she clung to her off the shoulder sweater as she followed her mom and brother out of the front door, her dad resting a gentle, comforting hand on her shoulder as they left the house. the front door shut behind them.

"so, are you scared he's gonna bite you or something?" damien commented as him and his sister fell a bit behind from their parents on their walk to their next door neighbor's home.

"fuck off." she shot him a look, speaking low so that neither her mom or dad could hear her choice of words. "it's– it's a long story. and we're already here, so you're gonna have to wait." she actively ignored him thereafter, as all four of them approached the front steps and door of the biersack's house.

tucking the glass pan under her arm and leaning on the side of her hip, mrs. fawn carefully opened the glass storm door and pressed the little button to ring the bell. footsteps from beyond the door came quickly, unlocking and opening it up.

"hi." the bubbly, blonde woman behind the door sing-songed as she grinned and greeted the family, offering to take the dish from her guest as she let them all into the house. "so great to see you again."

"we've been looking forward to it." she accepted the hug from amy's open arms. the family piled into the kitchen as she led them, re-introducing them all to chris as he stood up from the kitchen table.

"andy, come downstairs, please!" dahlia flinched as mrs. biersack's voice raised to call for her son, before she followed after the family she'd invited in. no one responded.

dahlia and damien sat quietly next to each other at the table as the adults stood and started on a conversation they weren't entirely interested in being involved in. dahlia's eyes darted around, twiddling with her fingers and swinging her feet slowly.