Hello again!

As promised, here is chapter two. I'm having quite a lot of fun in my fantasy land where I can do what I please with Andy Sixx. Though I do not own him, or the rest of Black Veil Brides for that matter (what a dream come true that would be *sighs*) Anyways, I know it might be getting off to a bit of a slow start, but I promise it will take off soon. For the record, I LIKE spelling his last name with 2 X's. There has been a big debate amongst my friends and I whether it's one or two. I like it with 2; so there :D

I hope you like it. If not, my penguin will be verrrrrry sad D:

{Chapter Two - Tough Cookie}

I awoke with a startling gasp.

The flames licking the right side of my waist were completely agonizing and I put all my focus on the pain, not really caring to notice that there were other people in the room with me.

"She's awake." I heard my best friend's voice first.

Closing my eyes, I fell back into the mattress behind me, my hands going for my side. The burning was almost too much to bear once again; no wonder I'd blacked out before. I felt tears stinging at my eyes but I sniffed them away. Then I suddenly remembered what I'd seen before blacking out. His face, that unmistakable face… those unmistakable blue eyes looking back into my own. Had I dreamt that? Had I wished for that to happen? Was my feeble mind playing tricks on me?

Willing my eyes to open fully this time, the bright lights stung them and I hissed. That's when I realized that I was in a hospital. Okay so something bad had happened back at the concert; If I was in a hospital than something really bad happened back there. With the way I was laying, I couldn't get a good sense of my surroundings, so I tried to sit up to see. Big mistake. There was no way I'd be able to, at least not on my own, what with my side practically killing me the way it was.

Just I laid back down, my side become too much to at the moment, I heard more voices and footsteps. As I laid there, an unfamiliar face suddenly appeared over mine but I wasn't alarmed; it was a doctor. He was elderly and had a worn out smile on his face that matched his tired, sleep deprived eyes. For a male doctor, he wasn't so bad. I'd never been so sure of male doctors before; they always made me uncomfortable, but I could handle this one. Something about his face just made me feel more at ease. He reached over me for something and I suddenly felt my bed rising.

"Oh thank you JINXX!" I whispered.

I heard the doctor chuckle. "Can't say I've heard that one before,"

I smiled up at him but my smile quickly disappeared as I had to readjust so I could rest comfortably.

"How is she?" Came a new voice. I cringed at that voice. It was my grandmother.

Oh hell at the tirade coming my way, all of the questions, the "I told you so's" and "When are you going to listen to me's". Of course I had to give her the benefit of the doubt. The last time I wound up the in the hospital, I'd been in a car accident with a friend. And what I'd been most worried about was that I'd left the house without telling her. But she wasn't mad about that at whatsoever; after all I'm an adult. She was just glad that I was all right. Hopefully she'd react the same with this situation. I mentally crossed my fingers.

"She's stable, but I can tell you all now that she's in quite a lot of pain,"

Tell them all…? Who all was there besides my grandmother and Anna. Well there was Anna's sister. I'm sure she was there. The thought made me nervous. I hated it when people fussed over me; when I was the center of attention. Too much pressure involved. The sudden nervousness caused heightened breathing, in turn causing my side to ache more. I winced, my hands clutching the burn, trying anyway I could to make it go away. And then it dawned on me…I really hoped nothing was broken. I wouldn't be able to stand it if I was laid up in bed for weeks.

And then I heard another voice. But this voice wasn't one I was expecting, in fact, when I assumed that mind had been playing tricks on me earlier, this voice was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. But when I heard it, clear as day, my attention snapped to the present. I was fully awake and trying to sit up, despite the pain.

"Is she going to be all right?"

I sat up frantically, looking for the face that the voice went with. Seeing my grandmother, my best friend, her sister… even the doctor, but none of them were who I was intent on seeing at that moment. And then there it was, leaning down from my left side, kinda behind my bed.

"Hi Katie," Andy said, his voice as quiet as I'd ever heard.

I was s little stunned to say the least. For one, I wasn't entirely sure that I was actually awake. Sometimes I had the most vivid dreams; dreams that made real life seem almost pathetic. And right now I wasn't sure which to trust; real life, or my dreams. Secondly, this was the first time I'd seen Andy Sixx with no make up, in half way normal clothes and his hair calm. He wasn't Andy Sixx right now, no. Right now he was just himself. Andrew Dennis Biersack.

The room fell silent after Andy said hi to me. I guess everyone was waiting for me to finally say something. But I wasn't sure what to say other than to ask what had happened. I saw the concern in my grandmother's face and she looked at the doctor.

"Are you sure she's all right? She's not responding."

He nodded. "She might be in slight shock which wouldn't be abnormal for someone who fainted like she did,"

I heard Anna chuckle at that moment. "It might also be the fact that Andy Sixx is standing right next to her."

I felt a hot blush take over my face before looking up at Andy through my lashes. He was smiling timidly, waving to me a little. For a moment, the pain I was having kinda just numbed away. All I could do was focus on him. He was so… there. So present. And not to mention, he was so beautiful. I'd fantasized about this countless times but never really imagined how I would actually react if it were to ever happen. Everything else seemed to slow down almost to a complete stand still. All there was, was me and him. I wasn't sure if anyone noticed or not and for a split second I didn't care. I just wanted to know him. After a moment, he smiled at me again and my heart jumped into my throat.

"I think we need to let her rest, all of this stimulation might be wearing on her," The doctor said.

My grandmother leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of my head and Anna hugged me before they all left. I looked at Andy; he was hesitant in leaving. He shoved his hands in his pockets and hung back, letting everyone else leave first. The doctor looked at him, raising a brow.

"Mr. Biersack, I'm serious, she needs rest."

Andy rolled his eyes at the use of his real last name; he hated his real name.

"Can I just say one thing to her?" He said and his voice sent shivers up my spine.

The doctor nodded and took his glasses off, hanging what looked like my medical charts at the end of my bed before leaving the room. Andy walked over to the side of the bed, his eyes downcast and his hair hiding most of his face. What a shameful image. That beautiful face should never be hidden away from the world. It was should be a sin to even think it. I knew I probably sounded like some typical fan girl but it was true. I'd connected with him through his music; his words. When I listened to him sing, sometimes it felt like he was speaking to just me. Yeah, I'm sure a hundred, thousand other girls felt that way but was Andy Sixx standing in their hospital room, no. I don't think so. Yeah I was being smug, but I didn't care.

He looked up at me almost hesitantly, like he'd done something wrong; like my being in the hospital was his fault. I was slightly confused at that because none of this was his fault whatsoever. I wasn't sure how in the world he could think that. Despite the fact that he was Andy Sixx and that I was a big fan, I didn't think this was his fault. He didn't do anything wrong. He swallowed hard, looking like he was having trouble finding the right words to say. Stepping a bit closer, I noticed he was fidgeting, picking at his nails. I leaned forward, despite my burning side and gently took his hands in mine.

"This isn't your fault, Andy."

He looked up at me through his coal black hair, his bright blue eyes shining like diamonds in a coal mine. He seemed surprised at the fact that I spoke first, let alone at all.

"It sure feels like it." His voice was quiet.

"Why does it feel like it?"

He shrugged. "I dunno, maybe because if I'd just let it go when that deusch threw that drink at me, none of this would have happened."

Smiling weakly at him, I marveled at his way of thinking. "You merely reacted. If it had been me up there, on that stage and I'd gotten the drink thrown at me, I highly doubt that I would have just let it go. You weren't the one that pushed me into the fight."

He shrugged. He didn't believe me and I didn't like that he didn't.

"Andy, look at me."

He did, but only for a second. I sighed.

"I'm not broken. I'll heal. I'm a tough cookie, I promise. A few crumbs off the edge, but nothing more." I said, trying to lighten the mood just a little. Honestly, I was surprised at how easily I was talking with him. Any other time I would have stumbling all over my words. It must've been the fact that he thought he'd caused all of this. Which he did not. I refused to think that, and I refused to let anyone else think that, himself included.

He smiled, even chuckled a little. "Well…as long as you're sure, I suppose."

"I am." I said, smiling brightly. The facial movement made my face hurt and I remembered having my face stepped on during the fight.

"Thank you for coming by the way, you didn't have to." I said, smiling at him.

He smirked. "Are you kidding? Of course I did. One of my biggest fans, caught in one of my fights? It's a given."

There was a quiet moment between the two of us. I wasn't sure what it was, but I could feel something in the room, and it wasn't awkward tension. Trust me, I was an expert with the word 'awkward'. He smiled down at me and my heart leapt into my throat again. If he was going to hang around me, he'd have to stop smiling or I'd need heart transplant surgery.

"Yeah they said that I just need bed rest for awhile and that I should heal fine," I said to my grandmother and best friend, as I chowed down on a delicious burger that they'd snuck in for me. Come on, we all know hospital food is suckish.

Andy had stayed, to my surprise. He'd told me that he wasn't leaving until I left the hospital. On the inside, I totally wasn't complaining; I loved having him there and I loved looking at him. But being the polite and considerate person I am (sometimes I curse myself for it) I kept telling him that he did have a band that needed him; he was supposed to be leaving very soon for the next stop on their tour.

My grandmother was wary of him. Not because of anything he'd said, because he'd been a perfect gentleman in her presence, in fact he'd been a perfect gentleman period, but mainly because of his… err, appearance. And I couldn't quite blame her. If you weren't accustomed to his look, it did come as bit of shock. She also was hesitant in trusting him because of what had happened at the concert, which I also understood. But as I'd decided before, I refused to let anyone, including her, believe that this was Andy's fault.

Simple as that.

"So Andy… Andy is it?" My grandmother said.

"Yes ma'am." He sat up in his chair at the table in the back of the room.

Anna gave me that look; the one that said 'Oh fuck, here she goes with Round One of 20 Questions.' I slid down in my bed, slightly covering my face to hide the embarrassment that I was sure to come. My grandmother had a way of making people slightly uncomfortable when she asked her 'questions'. But she couldn't help it. She was a Scorpio; it was in their nature. They were investigators and they were always curious about everything.

Though I was hoping that this time she could just skip it. Man, was I stupid for getting my hopes up.

"How long have you been in the music business?"

"Well officially, since about 2006... that's when the Black Veil Brides were formed."

"And you always knew this is what you wanted to do?" She asked.

Good lord, this was going to get ugly.

Andy nodded. "Yes, actually, I knew it when I was about 13 or 14. I was in middle school at the time."

She nodded, sitting back in her chair and folding her arms. I could just tell by the look on her face that she was going to ask something that would scare him away completely. And I would look like a complete and total moron. I just knew it. Why couldn't I still be unconscious?

"And do you always dive into the crowd at your concerts to attack your fans?"

"Are you KIDDING me?" I wailed in her direction.

I slapped my face.

Andy laughed.

Anna groaned.

"No no, she's right." Andy said, holding his hand up at me.

I held up a finger. "Stop right there, Biersack!" Saying his real name, knowing it would get him to be quiet. It did and he looked at me funny. Anna stifled a harsh laugh by holding both hands to her mouth but it almost wasn't enough.

"Did you not hear the full story?" I directed at my grandmother, "Someone threw a drink at him while he was singing, it shattered all over his stomach. And he didn't have a shirt on!"

She gave me that look as if she didn't care. "That doesn't matter. He could have gotten into serious trouble for what he did."

My head dropped back against my pillow and I was just begging for someone to shoot me. Yes I did consider my grandmother to be the smartest person I knew, but did she not know that this was Andy Sixx? Did she not know that I had to impress the hell out of him if I wanted him to like me at all? If I wanted him to even be my friend? She had to know that at least. I mean she had years of experience. She was wise, she just had to.

Andy nodded in her direction, agreeing with her.

"She IS right. I should have thought about my actions and next time I will. I mean, look at you, in the process of my 'actions' you got hurt."

"Again, this was NOT your fault." I said for what felt like the millionth time.

Just then his phone chirped and it seemed as if he got a text or something. After checking it, he looked at my grandmother and then at me. "Please, excuse me. I need to take this."

He walked out of the room and I just groaned. "Really? Just slap Humiliation Of The Year award across my forehead."

My grandmother stood up and kind of shrugged. "I'm sorry, but it needed to be said. And he seemed rather gracious about it all anyways. Other than that God awful clothing, he seems to be like a nice boy."

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes.

"I'm going to find a coffee machine. I'll be back." She said.

After she left, Anna jumped into the chair next to my bed, smiling bigger than I'd seen in a long time.

"What are you smiling at?"

"KATIE… he likes you!" She said, covering her mouth to cover a squeal.

I waved her off. "Oh please. This is Andy Sixx we're talking about. He's just being nice and making sure I was all right."

She pursed her lips and folded her arms, sitting up straight in the chair. "Oh yeah? Then why did he stay longer then absolutely necessary? Why hasn't he left yet? You and I both know that he's got a tour to finish. And more importantly, if he doesn't like you, why did he keep glancing at you while your grandmother was questioning him?"

Before she said that I hadn't noticed. Had he really been sneaking glances my way? Because of my girlish nature, the first answer I wanted was yes! But really, this WAS Andy Sixx. I mean, he was the lead singer of a rock band and I was just a mere fan. Why would he be interested in me?

"Anna I think maybe you're looking into this a little too much… you think?"

She scoffed. "Hey, if you don't want him, I'll take him!"

A pang of jealousy hit me and I suddenly rethought her theory. "You know… now that you mention, I think I did notice a couple of looks from him."

She pursed her lips again. "Mhmm, that's just what I thought."

She and I both laughed.

Well there you have it!

Is Anna right? Does Andy like Katie? Will some k.i.s.s.i.n.g be taking place soon? :D
Hope you like it! If you do, drop me a line! I'd love to know what you're thinking.

...man wouldn't be cool if I was psychic...

LOL till next time! :D