Hey guys! My dad taught me how to use the writing program, but I don't need to use it now because my laptop is fixed. Yay! So, I'll be able to update more now. I would of updated yesterday but I only got my laptop back about an hour ago, so yeah! I also have another Andley story, which I may put on here too.
Andy.
I ran into the small bathroom, barley big enough to stand in, let alone kneel in. I just about made it onto my knees before I threw up. I let out a small moan and stood up. I flushed the toilet and leant against the counter. Everything was blurry and my throat felt like it was on fire. I looked into the mirror and sighed. I looked horrible.
"Andy?" I heard a voice call, knocking on the door "You okay?"
I groaned and opened it, looking at Ashley. It took me a few seconds, but my eyes finally focused on him. "Yeah," I let out a cough "Fine." I told him.
I turned back to the mirror and brushed my teeth, hoping it would help get the horrible taste of vomit out of my mouth. I heard Ashley sigh and I watched him from the corner of the mirror as he walked in, and wrapped his arms around my waist. It was a tight squeeze, but it felt nice being in his arms. It was warm. Safe. I put my toothbrush down and turned in his arms. He looked at me and I looked back.
"Want something to eat now?" He asked, rubbing soothing circles into my back.
"No... Maybe later" I told him quietly. I didn't want to throw up yet.
"Okay." He said, grabbing my hand and walking out of the bathroom.
He led me to the front of the bus and sat down, pulling me onto his lap. I smiled and lay my head on his shoulder. He could always make me feel better without saying a word. Just his touch made me feel so much better. I looked up at him and smiled. I'm so lucky to have a boyfriend like Ashley. I placed a small kiss on his neck and smiled. Really lucky.
"Andy? Wake up," I opened my eyes and shut them again quickly, the light hurting them.
"Huh? What?" I asked my voice was thick with sleep. I sat up slowly and opened my eyes again, smiling when I saw Ashley.
"We gotta get ready for the show baby" He told me, running his fingers through my hair. My eyes slid closed and I leant into his touch, enjoying the feeling of him touching my hair. Weird, I know.
"Kay" I said, slowly standing up and heading towards my bunk.
I pulled out my makeup box and looked through it, slowly putting on my makeup. I got changed, feeling my legs starting to go warm in the leather pants. I giggled to myself and applied my war paint. I looked at the clock that was on my bed. I don't know why there's a clock on my bed, but there is. I had half an hour to do my hair. I grinned, knowing this would be a hard thing for me to accomplish. I grabbed my hair straighter and plugged it in, waiting for it to heat up. I hummed to myself and picked it up, accidently burning myself and dropping it.
"Ashley!" I shouted, holding my burning finger close to me.
"What? Are you okay!" He asked, running in from the front of the bus.
"I burnt myself" I said, showing him my finger and pouting.
"You fucking scared me Andy! Don't do that again" He sighed and kissed my finger. "Better?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.
My eyes travelled down his body and I licked my lips before my eyes snapped back up to his. I nodded and giggled at the smirk on his face. He walked over and kissed me quickly before walking to the front of the bus. I picked the hot demons – hair straighter – up being careful not to burn myself and I quickly did my hair, looking at the clock I realized I had two minutes before the guys would start shouting at me to get my ass into the venue. I skipped out of the bunk area – yes, skipped – and sat on Ashley's lap. I smiled in accomplishment, proud that for once they didn't have to shout at me to get out.
We all walked out of the bus and towards the venue. I grabbed Ashley's hand quickly and smiled at him. We quickly made our way in and walked towards the dressing room. Chris ran ahead and jumped onto one of the couches, closing his eyes and pretending to be dead. "If only" I muttered under my breath looking at him. I sat down and Ashley sat next to me, laying his head on my shoulder.
"Tired?" I asked him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"A little" He replied, his fingers drawing patterns on my thighs. His hands slowly crept higher until I slapped his hand. These pants were already tight. I don't need them tighter.
He let out a small whine and pouted at me. "Later" I mouthed, winking at him. He let out a big smiled and stood up, it was time for Sound check.
It was our turn to go on stage; I stood by the stairs to the actual stage and grinned at the others. "Let's do this!" I shouted, running on stage with my mic. I stood in the center of the stage and looked at the crowd. This was gonna fucking rock! "Good evening everybody! We are Black Veil Brides, and this, is Fallen Angels" I shouted into the mic, the intro to Fallen Angels starting.
After the concert, we all went to the hotel and took showers and put some clean clothes on. It was Friday night, so the others will probably wanna go out. I sighed and looked in the mirror, checking I looked okay. I was feeling kinda sick, but I didn't want to ruin the others night, so we went out.
"Strip club here we come" Chris shouted, the others all cheering except me.
Whoa, what? Strip Club?This was going to be bad. . .
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