So my friend's sister went to the movies and she had candy in her purse and they check bags at movie theaters now, so the guy was like 'you can't have this'. Then, she lied and told them she was diabetic and her dad didn't want her to pass out. I died laughing when my friend told me oml. -Lily
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It was two weeks after my reunion with Kellin and life was pretty great, or at least better than it had been in years. I was finally content with life. I wasn't worried about Ashley or anything else really. I had my best friend back and that was all that mattered.
Kellin was almost exactly as I remembered. He was sarcastic and occasionally pessimistic, but there was something different. Perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't mentioned Vic once since the day we'd reunited. I'd expected him to at least ask how he was doing, but he didn't. I knew Kellin remembered him because I'd seen him react when I mentioned Vic's name in that psychic shop, yet he pretended that Vic didn't exist. Maybe he simply didn't want to talk about him. Maybe it was too painful of a subject. I know that I'd felt that away after Kellin had asked about Ashley. That was only a small flaw in an otherwise perfect couple of weeks, though.
Of course, nothing in my life could ever stay good for long.
The band and I were out clubbing with a bunch of friends from the tour and I was drunk off my ass. The thumping music seemed to pound in time with my heart. Juliet and I were stumbling around like idiots, laughing at absolutely nothing and tripping over our own feet. I threw my arm around her shoulders for support as we made our way to the bar to get some more shots. I threw back the vodka, barely even noticing the burning sensation it left in my throat.
I turned around and as soon as I did what I saw made the grin fall from my face. Ashley was in a corner, making out with some whore. Their hands were all over each other, and if I'm being honest, the sight made me sick to my stomach. As if it didn't hurt enough already to see that, I was a bit of an emotional drunk and I found myself getting both angry and incredibly sad at the same time. I grabbed a random drink from the bar, some poor sap's beer, and stormed over there, not completely sure what I intended on doing.
Once I managed to get over there, though, I had a plan set in stone. Before either of them knew what was happening I had poured the beer all over that girl's perfectly bleached blonde hair. She shrieked and they both looked at me with horror and shock. I simply smirked wickedly before striding away. I was going to go back to Juliet who was staring at me in surprise, but someone grabbed my arm and started pulling me in another direction. I looked at them and saw a fuming Ashley. He dragged me into a quieter corner, moving too quickly for my drunken self to keep up, so I ended up tripping over my own feet and clutching onto him for support. He pushed me away, though, and turned to glare at me, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "What the hell was that, Andy?" he snapped.
"What was what?" I slurred.
"That little stunt you just pulled with the beer?" Ashley growled.
"Oh," I snickered, "that."
"Yeah, that. What the actual fuck did you do that for?"
"I didn't like her. Besides, I did you a favor. She'd probably give you a STD," I said, rolling my eyes.
"I can not believe you right now. What the hell is wrong with you?" Ashley seethed. I frowned. He sounded seriously angry at me, more angry than he'd been for a while. "I don't get why you're so upset," I said, hearing the hurt in my own voice.
"Because you can't keep fucking doing this. How the hell am I supposed to move on when you keep doing stuff like this? It's bad enough that I have to sit around and watch you smile and live with the fact that it's not because of me, but now this? I can't even get drunk and hook up with some chick because you're always fucking right there. You said we'd never get back together, so why the hell can't you stop acting like a child and just let me move on?"
His words stung and I flinched as he raised his voice a little bit. I couldn't stand him being mad at me. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I didn't want him to see me cry, so I turned and fled the club.
The warm night air hit me like a brick wall and I found myself gulping it in like it was the first breath I'd taken in days. I started down the street after a slight hesitation, the first tear sliding down my cheek slowly. The others followed much more quickly and before long I was full on sobbing. I couldn't bring myself to walk anymore, so I collapsed in a small alley between two buildings. My shoulders shook as I curled up in a ball.
"Andy?" A familiar voice broke through the sound of my own sobs, but I couldn't quite place it. I looked up, but my vision was too blurry. The world swam in front of me before everything went dark.
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"Why is Andy Biersack on our couch?" I was roused by a slightly familiar voice. I can't say I was too happy about whoever it was waking me up. My mouth was dry and my head was pounding. Every muscle in my body ached and my stomach was doing some pretty advanced acrobatics.
"Because I found him passed out on a street corner, sobbing his eyes out, and he would let me call anyone," the same voice from the night before spoke. This time, though, I recognized it immediately and everything else fell into place. Vic fucking Fuentes was the one that found me last night and the other voice was Mike. Just my luck, I thought miserably. "Why was he crying?" Mike asked.
"Beats me. I don't know what happened. He mumbled some nonsense about Ashley and-and Kellin," Vic's voice sounded strained when he said Kellin's name. I stiffened a little bit, wondering what exactly I'd said about Kellin. I was hoping Vic would say more, but he didn't, so I stretched and groaned to let them know that I was awake. I squinted up at them confusedly. Mike and Vic looked down at me with slightly puzzled frowns on their faces. "How the hell did I get here?" I mumbled, playing dumb. The less I said I remembered the less questions I would be forced to answer.
"I found you in an alley, passed out and, frankly, pretty miserable looking. You wouldn't let me call anyone, so I just brought you here," Vic replied. I could hear the concern in his voice. I sat up and my stomach clenched. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to steady myself. "I'll get you some water," Mike said, walking off.
I couldn't bring myself to look at Vic, but I could feel his gaze on me, burning into my skin. "So how've you been?" I asked awkwardly.
"Good. You?"
"Good." Silence.
I knew it was coming before it did. "Andy, care to explain why you were sobbing your eyes out in an alley at two in the morning?" I finally looked up at Vic and saw him standing there, looking quite imposing, with his arms crossed over his chest. I may have been almost a foot taller than him, but in that moment I felt incredibly small. "I don't remember," I said softly.
"Bullshit, Andy. I've had enough people lie to me; I know how to tell by now," he said it all without a moment's hesitation. I flinched a little bit at his words. "I'm not," I protested halfheartedly. Vic raised his eyebrows at me, obviously not buying a word of what I was saying. "Alright, fine," I huffed. "If you must know, I got into a fight with Ashley over some stupid thing I did to some stupid girl because I was drunk and lonely and jealous and a million other things. There. Happy now?"
Vic frowned at me, not speaking for a moment. When he did talk, he did not say what I expected at all. "You have a crush on our old English teacher?" he said.
"Is that all you got out of this?" I asked exasperatedly.
"I mean, no, that's just the part that jumped out at me. I heard the rest," Vic replied. Mike reentered the room and handed me a water bottle. I nodded in thanks before continuing to my conversation. "And, just for the record, I don't just have a crush on him; I've been dating him since our senior year. Well, up until he dumped my sorry ass a couple years back while I was watching Batman of all things. Talk about a dick move," I snorted derisively before putting the water bottle to my lips and gulping some down.
"Wait, you were dating him in high school? Isn't that illegal?" Mike chipped in.
"Very much so. Which is exactly why you two never knew. It was stupid and reckless, I know, but I loved him and he-well, I thought he loved me," I said, trying to hide how much it hurt to tell this story. There was silence for a moment. It was an awkward silence, the air thick with emotions. I bit my lip and drew in a slow breath. "I'm sorry," Vic finally said. "I get how it feels. You know I do."
"Come on, Vic," I sighed, shaking my head. "You can't compare the two." I looked up at him, our eyes meeting. In that moment, a sort of understanding passed between us and I knew that whatever gap there had been in our relationship before, it was bridged now.