♡Lucky Ones♡ [Completed]

Chapter Twenty-Four

“Oh my gosh! Guys we didn’t-”

“Kellin it’s not what it looks like!” Andy yelled.

“Oh really?” Kellin rolled his eyes. “You’re both in your underwear, barefooted, handcuffed together.”

“Man, I swear to God it’s-”

“OLIVER!!! SEAN!!!” Beau yells to them. They come running over and they look at us. Kellin and Andy sre still yelling at each other and I’m frozen to my spot.

“Why Ellie? Why would you run off the bus like that? why did you fuck Andy?! What about Vic?!?!?”

“Oli calm down! Me and Vic broke up-”

“SO! NO NEED TO DO THAT!!!” he waves his hand in front of us.

“Kellin we didn’t have-” Andy began.

“You better take good care of her! you probably took advantage of her.” Kellin yelled. I looked at Sean who just gave me a thumbs up.

“HEY JARED!!!!” oh God, please stop. “Hey Lights, baby guess what Ellie did!” I snap my head to Beau who’s now on the phone with his wife. Jared and the guys ran over and looked at us.

“You-you-oh-lawd!!!”

“How dare you!” Kellin pokes Andy in the chest while Andy tried to calm him down. I breathed in and out, like I’m preparing to scream for a song. I squeezed my eyes shut and let it all out.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP!!!!” I screamed.

Wait, I screamed!!!

I finally scream!!

Everyone looked at me with wide eyes.

“We did not sleep together! I mean we did,” Beau opened his mouth to speak. “Shut it Bokan. We did not have sex. Kyle thought it would be good to be handcuffed to the opposite band member to get to know each other. Me and Andy over slept and we need to find Kyle to get un-cuffed. We can’t put a shirt on him because of this-” I lifted up our cuffed hands. “And we didn’t think of putting pants or shoes on! So do any of you dumb brains know where Kyle is?!?!” I yelled. Everyone faces turned red, but not as red as Beau’s and Kellin’s. they pointed to the Tilly’s stage. I yanked Andy with me, the cuffs digging deeper into my wrist, as Sean smacked my butt. I flipped him off and I could’ve swore I saw Andy glaring at him. We ran to Kyle who was flirting with a girl when he saw us.

“Hey guys-whoa.” Both of our faces were red with embarrassment and anger.

“They keys.” Andy snap. That’s when my manager came.

“Ellie! What are you doing?” she looked at me and Andy. I open my mouth to speak but she cuts me off. “I don’t want to know. You have a set in ten minutes, get dress.”

“WE can’t!” I blurt. “He can’t put a shirt on!

“And I don’t have the keys.” Kyle pipes in.

“Yeah and he doesn’t-what!!!” I grab him by the neck of his shirt. “I have a set to do! I can’t perform with Buttjaw next to me.”

“Well, you only sing anyway.” Kyle shrugged his shoulder.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!! I PLAY GUITAR!!! I CAN’T PLAY WITH BUTTJAW CUFFED TO MY HAND I SWEAR TO GOD Kyle I WILL FU-”

“Okay!” our manager yells. “You can wear a strapless dress, you!” she points to Andy. “Can you stay shirtless for a couple more hours?” he nods his head. “Okay, we’ll get you some jeans. Problem sloved.”

“Uh, no! who’s gonna play guitar?!” I screech.

“We’ll get one of Kyle’s people to play.” She goes to retrieve our outfits and throws them at us. “Go get dress!” she snaps. We glare at Kyle one more time before leaving to get change. We ran to an empty stall and got in. in the box was clothes. I grabbed a pair of fishnet tights and slipped them on. Since my shirt was ripped down the sides, exposing my sports-bra, I thought that would be good enough, just needed some boots. I find a giant ripped shirt. Since I’m so tiny I could step through the sleeve whole…..

Step!

“Here! I’m going to step through this shirt and you put it on.” He nodded. I stepped through it, sliding my tiny body through the sleeve hole, passing it down to Andy who put his arms through it and got the shirt on. I gave him a pair of jeans and we ran to make it to my set. The band was gawking at David, and then they gawked at us.

“Kyle lost the keys.” We put the shoes left for us by the stage. I walked on stage, holding Andy’s hand, and grabbed the microphone.

“Okay, hello Las Cruces!! So, as you can uh, see, I have Andy Buttjaw Glass from We Came As Romans, Kyle kinda lost the keys, so me and Andy are cuffed together until someone finds the keys. But, let’s rock!!”

“Phew.” I fell on Andy’s lap. After the meet and greet, most people wanting Andy and I’s autographs, the rest of the band, including WCAR left to a party at SWS bus. Me and Andy learned how to get along until we find the keys.

“You sure you don’t want to go to that party?” he asked me for the third time.

“Yeah, I’m positive, what better way to spend to spend my Friday night than handcuffed to you.” I say. Even though it came out sarcastic, I was being honest. In the past couple hours, we’ve gotten to know a lot about each other.

“You’re so cheeky.” He said. I punched his arm.

“Shut it Buttjaw.” I glare, jokingly of course.

“Whatever you say Ice Princess.” I froze. He just used Austin’s old nickname for me. “Ellie?” his hand cupped my cheek. Something shiny caught my eye, on top of the TV. I got up, dragging Andy, and walked towards it. I grabbed the shiny metal object and realized it as a key. My face grew happy with excitement. I grabbed the key and stuck it in the hole. I heard the click and the handcuffs fell to the ground. I cried out in excitement and danced around. I’m free! I ran and hugged Andy who picked me up and spun me around. He set me down and stared at me. his attention went from my eyes to my lips. Before I knew what I was doing, my feet stepped forward and arms were placed behind his neck. His arms circling around my waist pulling me closer. Before I could protest, his lips brushed against mine.

“Why must you be so damn difficult.” He snickers. I push him away and go to my bunk, grabbing me bag of clothes, and pulled out a dress. White with blue straps and the lower half blue. I grab my pair of Vans and go to the bathroom to change. I walk out, grab my phone from the counter and leave Andy with a dumbfound expression. I was going to get shitface drunk tonight.