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This Is Our Rebel Love Song 3-------------Andy's POV----------------------
One long period in my life I was alone.
I had no body.
Nobody to tell all my secrets too.
Nobody to trust.
Nobody to love.
Long story short I was an outcast for all my life.
I played with the little Hot Wheel cars all by myself in Preschool.
I would always sit behind the big Oak tree in the school field, thinking to myself during recess in the Third grade.
I would always sit in the corner drawing broken hearts and all the things I felt like, at Free Time during the Fourth grade.
I told my parents I was Gay in the Fourth grade.
All Hell broke lose.
It was the biggest mistake of my life.
"But mommy!" I cried out as she screamed in rage at me.
"But nothing! you have brought shame on our family! Nothing but shame! If you cannot have children with a women, then the Legacy of the Biersack family has now ceased to exist!" She would scream at me. Her cold bloodshot eyes were full of hatred.
Hatred against me.
Nothing gave me joy. Nothing
This Is Our Rebel Love Song 2------------ASHLEY'S POV (Still in Flashback)------------------
His house was beautiful...
Like Andy said it was a big green Victorian house.
I knew Andys parents were rich but I didn't know they were THIS rich.
Every step I took up the stairs was a sharp burst of pain but I finally made it up the stairs then opened the door and went inside.
The inside was almost as beautiful as the outside. Long emerald green couches and plants. There was a flat screen TV with the original "Batman" show on it. A twisting grand staircase that lead to upstairs. There was a big Posh silver kitchen. Big windows that gave you a huge view of the forest and mountains. Andy wasn't in the living room through.
"A-Andy?" I called out weakily.
I hobbled over to the couch and dropped my KISS backpack on it. I then opened my backpack and got out of change of underwear.
I need to make it stop bleeding....My underwear is probably totaled now I thought to myself as I went upstairs to search for
This is our Rebel Love Song 4----------------ASHLEY'S POV STILL IN FLASHBACK--------------
I woke up. Today was a special day.
Because it was Saturday today.
I would ask Andy if I could stay over until his parents came back from vacation.
But you know the most thing that was special right now?
I woke up in Andys arms.
I finally fell asleep last night at 2:00 when my dirty daydreams of me and Andy ended.
Sure he could have accidently wrapped his arms around me while he and I were sleeping, but I refused to believe that logical explanation. I mean, how could I when I had fallen in love with him? Not to mention I was sexually attracted to him.
When I found his arms around me, I was so surprised I almost rolled out of the bed.
We were both laying on right sides. He was so close to me that our legs intertwined with eachother. His croutch was pressed against my butt. Oh god, oh god I thought as dirty thoughts came to my perverted Thirteen year old mind. I took in the feeling of his great warmt
This Is Our Rebel Love Song 5----------------ANDYS POV OF THE FLASHBACK------------
"Oh Ashes, you can stay as long as you want" I whispered breathless. We were both staring at eachother. Our pancakes getting cold. His chocolate brown eyes were full of surprise and love. I thought I saw him blush, but it was probably my imagination.
"Oh no, here it comes." I thought to myself as my eyes began to fill with liquid. Moments later I burst into tears. I was so happy.
"A-Andy!?" he asked in a cute but concerned voice. I couldn't help it. I ran out of the kitchen leaving my pancakes. I ran quickly into the Grand living room and jumped on the Emerald green couch. I snatched the remote from under the couch cusion and pressed the power button. Batman was on. But I wasn't paying attention to that. I was paying attention to my thoughts.
He made pancakes for me. No one has EVER made breakfast for me. He would never know how much that meant to me. My heart was beating fast. He asked me if he could stay here t
This is our Rebel Love Song 1Andy: *turns on microphone*
Ashley: *turns on other microphone*
Andy: Hey, we've gotten tons of fan mail asking us-
Ashley: Asking us about our History, How we fell in love all that good shit. *wiggles eyebrows and smirks-
Andy: I was going to say our Love story, but that works out too. -giggles-
Andy: Anyways -blushes- This is our Rebel Love song as me and Ashley call it.
Ashley: Damn right we do.
Andy: This story will make you Cry, Laugh, Angry-
Ashley: Have excessively large girl boners....
Andy: Ashley! -looks at Ashley horrified-
Ashley: If you're a boy watching this, you'll just have a regular boner...OH, and don't forget the fan girl screams...
Andy: Ashley please! -glares at Ashley-
Ashley: Oh yeah, the sex scenes are vivid. -wiggles eyebrows-
Ashley: -looks at Andy- What did you say Andy?
Andy: Nothing, let's just start the s
Feelings (Andley) PrologueEverything always happens for a reason.
But some of those reasons, we might never know.
Humans are so easy to break.
With just one sentence, or word, they could shut down easily. Their weakness shines through their expressions and actions. They won't talk or eat for days, and sometimes...this curious liquid drops from their eyes.
Why does this happen?
How could a human ever make another of their own kind, feel that way?
How could a mother and father abandon their offspring because "they didn't want it."
Feelings and emotions play such a keen part in a human's life. It's almost....
It amazes me how they deal with these emotions.
But it amazes me even more what they do to deal with the emotions that are filling their bodies.
Sometimes, screaming and kicking helps.
But other times...
A good sharp razorblade, or a nice rope hanging from the support beam, tied into a noose, would suffice greatly.
But my biggest question is....
Is there a reason I ended up with a
Homework - Andley'Soooooooooooo liek last nite me n ma bf went 2 my place & watched moofies n shit 4 hours & weee drunk bt not 2 much cus i didnt wanaa hangovur lolz xD
i got tired so we went nite nite in ma bed but i got...an erekshunn!1!!1!! & ashleee felt it & wuz awl liek 'wutz dat andy??//??' n i was all liek 'i gotta bananana in muh undies' LIEEESSSS111111!!!!1111!!.
he said...i can make it go away & i was liek lolwhut :/ & he...grabedd it!!! n wuz awl liek lol andeee dats a bonur not a bananananan i cn make dat go awwaaayy 22222 & it felt awsum! & i organismed 10 mins l8r cuz he srtd blowin me and it wuz nicceee.
then he wuz awl liek 'nooooeeesss now i has a bonur!!!1!!1!111 & SO I BLUUUU HIMMM it flttt wieeerd but i lieked it lol
then he put his thingyyyy in my uuu no wuttt & we haaadddd.....................................seeeeeeeeex!111!1111 & it hurrrtttt bt i tok it liek a bus!!!!111!11!
& thn it gut goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood n we wur scremin alot lol n ma momme
I Don't Love You - Andley This is going to be hard.
'Well when you go, don't ever think I'll make you try to stay.'
Thinks had been going great with Andy! We were in love, but something happened, and I just don't feel it anymore.
'And maybe when you get back, I'll be off to find another way.'
I had my bags packed, and the car was ready. All I had to do was write the note. Andy had went out with Matt, Danny, and Ben. God in Heaven only knows what they're doing.
'And after all this time you still owe.'
I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, I went to our bedroom. I searched for Andy's notebook, looking for a clean page.
'You're still a good-for-nothing: I don't know.'
"Andy," I wrote.
"It's time I feel like I told you this." I sc
Ritual-AndleyTour had just started, and the stress had gotten to me once again. I wasn't eating, I was scared of getting even more fat. I had unearthed a little friend that I hadn't used since I was fifteen.
'Praying for what your heart brings
Thoughts of escape and bloodshot eyes'
I was in the tour bus's little bathroom. All the guys had been passed out in there bunks for about two hours. I decided it was safe. I had to do this.
'You're barely sleeping, no longer dreaming
Now what you do to feel alive?'
I ran my hands through my black hair that was shorter than I had wanted. In a rage of anger and stress I had kept cutting and chopping until I had what I'm stuck with until it grows back out.
I looked in the mirror. All I saw was black circles where my eyes should be. The bags were huge. Moving my eyes down my torso's reflection, I saw the scars I fought so hard to cover up.
"You're nothing, Andy." I said lowly as I pressed the blade on my hip bone, sliding it down. I hissed in pain, but I needed t
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