One Wish //Andy Biersack//

Ikea is a White Moms Wonderland

Okay the titles are gonna be weird and probably don't make sense and most times probably won't even relate to the chapter itself. lmao, hope you enjoy.
xx Shy

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"Woah woah woah, back up. What the fuck did you just say?" I pause taking my hands off her body completely and even standing up.
"I think I love you Andy," she looks, her eyes glimmering. Her face nervous to see my response. I can't tell what to do. I pull my underwear and jeans back up and I start laughing. Starting from a little, soft laugh that isn't even a laugh rather a surprised expression on my face and me blowing air out of my nostrils, to my flat out grabbing my stomach from laughing too hard. Tears form in her eyes.
"You don't love me," I say through gasps.
"I do Andy, I love you more than any other guy I've been with," she says, quickly covering herself up, pushing her glasses back onto her face with the back of her hand.
"Seeing as your the easiest lay I've ever had that's not many guys sweetheart," I say to the little freshmen girl, whose name is either Heather or Jamie, maybe Rachel.
"I don't understand, I thought you liked me. I thought we were dating," she says tears in her eyes, slowly falling down her cheeks.
"DATING?" I say as loud as I can to not get caught in the janitors closet. While going into another hysteric fit of laughter.
"Yes," she says, with a quaver in her voice basically begging for my affection.
"Wow, you're by far the most gullible, sad girl I've ever fucked," I say with a completely straight face. "At least stand up, it's pathetic." She stands up, refusing to look me in the eyes. I gently put my hand under her chin and lift it up to look at me. "Hey, at least I enjoyed myself. We can both now honestly say I was the best you've ever had," and I kiss her forehead. I grab my backpack out of the corner and walk out of the closet, leaving her alone in the closet in a fit of sobs. I walk across the hallway to go into the bathroom. I'm not gonna let this perfectly good boner go to waste.

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I try, I make that ugly face bracing myself for a cry that never comes. I know I need to cry, crying is exactly what I need. I just can't do it. My chest used to hurt, I would feel pains of sadness. I just feel empty. I don't even know what to do anymore. I have tried everything. Every outlet, so I did the last thing imaginable before I finally would take things in my own hands. I look up at my ceiling, as if there's someone there and we're having an intense staring contest.
"This is my last resort, if there's anything to stop me from giving up I'd figure this would be it," I sigh. "God? Hey are you there?" I say expecting my ceiling to start talking back to me. "Hi I'm Charlie, but if you're God you knew this," I pause. "Wow I'm an idiot," I sigh to myself. "Anyways I was wondering if you could give me a miracle, or grant me one, I seriously don't know how this works. I'm sorry, but in all honesty I've lost hope. I don't know how long I can continue, like, I just don't know. I want to, I don't want to end my life necessarily, but I want to end feelings?" I growl out of frustration. I can't even pray right. "I don't know if you could understand anything I just said because I sure as hell don't. Please God, please. All I need is a miracle."
I grab the pillow from behind my head and slam it on my face, screaming into it. All of a sudden i hear a slow, sarcastic clapping. I don't move, no ones home. They shouldn't be home for another few hours. All the doors are locked and windows shut. So I stay there, perfectly still, pillow pressed to my face.
"You can take the pillow off your face Charlie, it's not hiding anything," a mans voice says accompanied by a chuckle. "We need to talk."

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