You are beautiful - ch 1 - AndleyThe next few days were extremely hard for both boys. Ashley was having a hard time, not to think about last weekend and just ignore everything that reminded him of it. Andy was having a hard time, not to show how miserable he felt. It was so hard not to be able to show his feelings for his best friend. One good thing was, that they didn't have all their classes together, so they had some time to relax. Not that that worked out well
Andy fell asleep, as he was daydreaming about Ashley, and Ashley was caught writing a letter to Andy; they both got detension.Andy walked into the room and took a seat. "Ever heard of knocking?" The coach said angrily. "Aw sir, let him be." Someone says from the back of the class. It was Ashley. Of all people who could have detention, it was Ashley. "Excuse me? And why do you think you're allowed to talk, Pervy?!" "Purdy sir, it's Purdy." "Yeah whatever." Andy chuckles. The coach is so stupid. Andy took a book out of his bag and opened i
Strength In Numbers - BridecestJinxx groaned, the full effects of his hangover hitting him like a punch in the gut, as his gray eyes fluttered open. He could feel sweat and dry, cracked warpaint clinging to him, and he felt dirty, and far too hot.His head was pounding, but as a rockstar Jinxx was used to the feeling. Sitting up, he felt the thin white sheet that had covered him fall down his small torso, revealing his bare chest. Jinxx usually slept naked, so this didn't worry him, however, after struggling to think through his aching skull, he realised that he didn't know where he was.As he shifted, a pain began to make itself known in his lower back. Jinxx clenched his teeth and grunted softly, bringing his hand down to rub the small of his back.What had happened the night before, Jinxx didn't know. His thoughts were hazy, and his brain felt like mush, as though it had been chewed on and spat out. Blinking, Jinxx tried to open his eyes further, rubbing away the sleep from them.Jinxx slowly began to
Feels Like Home - AndleyLove isn't something you can just dismiss into the wind, something you can forget about. True love strikes you at the worst moments and leaves you breathless. It leaves your soul, the very core of your existence, begging for more. Simply laying eyes upon that lucky person makes every single cell in your body vibrate with pure energy and unadulterated love. Their voice sends shivers down your spine and one look into their god-sent eyes is like a gift bestowed upon you by the highest powers of heaven. The smallest touch can be felt days afterwards, a delicate heat that warms even the darkest depths of your heart. Every heartbeat and electric impulse, all of it whispers their name through the life blood slipping through your veins; every breath and blink of your eyes exists because they do. Everything you do belongs to them because your heart is their's. It always has been and always will be.
Savior - Andley - RequestI was on ledge outside the window of my apartment, six stories high. It was cold, but not too cold, more like a light breeze that ruffled my hair and tickled my skin.Below me, people had swarmed, and several police cars and ambulances were on standby. They'd only just arrived, and everyone was watching me -a small figure from their view- shouting out things like "Holy shit?" and "Don't jump!" Ha, like I'd listen to them.I dragged the back of my hand roughly over my eyes, wiping away tears. I couldn't do this any more; this...facade. It was too much.Everyone saw me as Andy Biersack, the one that had it all- in their opinions. I was popular. I had looks- I'd been a model for several years, now. Straight A student. Was on the track team. I was tall. I could sing. I was ultra-skinny. Almost everyone in the school, male or female, wanted in my panys. I was dating quarter-back, Matt Good, alpha-male of the school.Yep, I was gay, but no-one cared, despite the fact that one of the things e
Only Sleeping: AndleyI looked at his sleeping form from the doorway. Watching him sleep had always brought a smile to my lips, and it almost did even now. Then I remembered that he wasn't only sleeping. The one I love was in a coma, and had been for nearly two years. The doctors kept telling me I didn't need to come in everyday due to the fact that he wasn't likely to wake up anytime soon, but I didn't care I came to visit him every day anyway. He was there and I had to be here to help his unconscious self find him. One day he would wake up.Nobody, not even the doctors, knew why he had fallen into a coma. They had thought maybe it had been due to stress, but they had said he would have woken up by now if that had been the cause.I walked over to the hospital bed that held my baby and a tear rolled down my cheek. No matter how long I had to get used to this, seeing him lying there with all those wires hooked up to him was still enough to make me cry.Sitting on the bed next to him I looked at the calendar.