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All it took was the heady scent of alcohol mingled with cigarette smoke to remind Y/N that a night out was exactly what she needed. Between work and trying to maintain a healthy social life, the young woman had to admit that finding a bar to crawl on the weekends was the type of night she deserved. After all, what was the point of living if you didn’t try to turn up every once in awhile? Perhaps it was Y/N’s innate sense of rebellious, her inclination to be a so-called “wild child,” that really pushed her to wear her tightest black dress and brand new boots before she stepped out the door, red lips turned up at the corners in the makings of a smirk. Whatever the reason was, there was no denying that Y/N was full of vivaciousness, tenacity, and confidence.

Hailing a taxi to the bar in downtown Los Angeles was only the beginning and as she stepped out, her girls laughing as they tagged along at her side, Y/N tossed her hair over her shoulder and pushed past the doors to the bar. Immediately, the warmth of the bar hit her like a tranquil wave, tiding her over with the familiar scents of stale cigarette smoke and alcohol. Flashing the bartender a sassy smirk and hopping onto one of the stools at the bar counter, Y/N propped her elbow up on the smooth surface. “Jack Daniels, please. On the rocks.” Her voice was smooth, confident, drawling out with a sensuality that seemed almost like second-nature.

Y/N knew she turned heads everywhere she went. Oozing confidence was similar to dripping with sex-appeal and as Y/N allowed her gaze to slide over the clientele of the bar, she couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh. There were many heads turned towards her, scoping out her tight figure and the dress she wore… but there was no doubt that as soon as her eyes landed on someone who dared to gaze at her too long that they would look away hastily out of embarrassment. Y/N rolled her eyes, instead turning her attention back to the bartender. It only took a few spare moments of useless banter before he slid her drink towards her.

Flashing a charming smile in thanks, Y/N wrapped her thin fingers around the drink. The ice clinked against the cool glass, like a gentle bell-chime that could barely compete with the loud, throbbing bass of the music blasting overhead. With a sigh, Y/N raised the glass to her lips and took a slow sip, shoulders rolling and body rocking to the beat of the music. However, it wasn’t as if Y/N was alone. At that moment, a group of five men filed in through the door with broad smirks on their faces.

“Fuck yeah, time to get hammered!” One of them whooped, smirking as he adjusted his leather vest. Emblazoned on the chest-pocket in all capitals was the word ‘OUTLAW’ and as he shot his friends a reckless smirk, the others eased out amused chuckles. One of them, a small, wiry man with messy black locks and a bandana tied to his head, patted the first man on the back.

“Damn straight, Ash. But first ya gotta tell Jinxx and Jake to get in the spirit of things.” he said fiendishly, causing two of the others to groan. “Shut it, CC. We’re all here to have fun.” one protested while the last of the group--a tall, lean young man with ice blue eyes and dark black hair raised a hand to silence their squabbling.

“Alright, everyone. Chill out. We’re all here to have a good time. Let’s have a few drinks and then when we’re done, we can head back to the hotel. Sound good?” There was a chorus of sighs and nods before the first guy--Ashley--smirked and playfully punched him in the shoulder.

“Got it, Andy. And while we’re here, let’s pick up a few chicks.” Ashley teased, causing the five of them to erupt into whoops of excitement as they neared the bar. “Shots, please. For all of us.” Ashley tacked on as soon as they were within earshot of the bartender. The poor guy took one look at them, exhaled a sigh of resignation, and slipped away to prepare enough alcohol to sate the band that had decided to make themselves at home. Immediately, the five of them launched into banter that hadn’t been delved into while they were on the bus. Maybe it was the promise of alcohol to come or the fact that they finally had solid ground under their feet, there was no mistaking that the five of them were there to have a good time.

As his bandmates bickered, squabbled, and laughed with one another, the blue-eyed frontman found himself staring into the amber ale that had settled in his glass. Absently, Andy took a slow sip just as the sound of CC’s voice drifted over to catch his attention.

“--goddamn! Fifty bucks none of you can hook up with that piece of ass!” CC whooped. Andy raised a brow, curiosity getting the better of him. He glanced up, following the gazes of his bandmates to see none other than Y/N, settled neatly at the barcounter with a whiskey in her hands as she rocked her body to the beat of the music. He blinked, his mind going blank for a second as he simply gazed at her. There was no doubt that she was definitely a looker. With long legs and pouty lips, Andy had to admit that she had quite a bit of appeal. With his bandmates squabbling loudly behind him, Andy exhaled a sigh and set his glass down. “Watch and learn, amateurs.” he commented with a smirk, his blue eyes flickering over to sweep over the guys. They all fell silent, looking slightly surprised. “I’ve got this.” There was a chorus of “oh damn,” and “really, dude?” but with a roll of her eyes, Andy pushed himself upright.

Y/N was perfectly fine with dancing on her own, sipping at the alcohol that left a familiar burning sensation in her throat just as her gaze caught a pair of ice blue eyes. Instinctively, Y/N froze. Raising her brows slowly, she cocked her head to the side only to set her glass down as she noticed the dark-haired man approach her. He had a slight smirk on his face and out of curiosity, she didn’t turn away from him. Instead, she waited. Pursing her lips and drumming her fingernails against the countertop, Y/N found her curiosity growing until the mysterious blue-eyed man slipped into the empty seat next to her.

There was a moment of silence and with raised brows, Y/N watched him with thinly-veiled curiosity. It wasn’t until his eyes--as blue and cold as ice--met hers that she realized that she had been holding her breath the entire time. Exhaling a slight sigh, she tipped her head to the side and cleared her throat. “Can I help you?” she asked as politely as she could manage, fingers curling around her glass once again.

“As a matter of fact, you can.” Andy commented, sounding slightly amused.

Y/N blinked. She had to admit that wasn’t the sort of answer she had anticipated. “Um,” she mumbled, taking a slow sip of her whiskey. “Okay? How may i help you?”

“You see those guys behind me?” Andy asked. Y/N blinked, leaning to the side slightly to glance over his shoulders just in time to see four sets of eyes watching them. All of them ahd dark hair, dark clothes, and shots of vodka in their gloved hands. Weird. But she nodded, looking back at the man beside her curiously. “Those are my friends and right now, all of them are betting money on you hooking up with them.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Y/N blurted out, slight disgust coloring her words. It wasn’t that the other four men were ugly. From what she could see, they all had attractive qualities about them, but… “Really? Betting on hooking up with a girl? What, are they twelve?” she mumbled under her breath, unable to hold back an eye-roll as she downed the rest of her whiskey. She could hear Andy chuckle even as she slammed the glass down, grumbling. “Let me guess, you’re here to warn me, right? And get the money for yourself?”

“Was I that obvious?” he asked, his tone dry but touched with amusement. She looked up, her eyes meeting his blue ones. Y/N scowled at first, unimpressed by the way his pierced lips had turned up at the corners into the makings of an endearing half-smile. Y/N merely nodded, tapping her nails against the counter as she waited for her next glass of whiskey to arrive. Andy sighed, an awkward silence settling over the two of them before Y/N cleared her throat.

“If I make out with you, will you go away?” she mumbled, sparing him a sideways glance. Andy blinked, surprise lighting up the irises of his blue eyes. He cleared his throat, adjusting his leather jacket to buy himself some time.

“Well, if you aren’t opposed to the idea…” he began, trailing off with one brow quirked higher than the other. Y/N turned to face him completely, narrowing her eyes to scrutinize the man she had just offered to make out with. There was no doubt that he was… very sexy. His jawline was sharp and those cheekbones of his were high and well-defined. And those eyes… she knew if she stared at him too long, it would be like being lost at sea. It wasn’t until Andy brushed a tattooed hand through his dark black hair that Y/N exhaled a quiet sigh.

Without another word, she flashed out a hand and grabbed Andy by the collar of his shirt, jerking him close to you. He let out a sharp grunt of surprise but Y/N cut him off, catching his lips with her own. She shivered slightly, the feel of his cool lip piercing pressing into her skin as she deepened the kiss without a second’s worth of hesitation. Andy faltered for only a split second, his teeth catching Y/N’s lower lip with a low, muted growl as his hand reached up to tangle in her hair. It was a spur of the moment type of thing, but there was no denying the pure electricity Y/N felt at that moment. It was sharp, energy coursing through her as she tilted her head to the side to provide this mysterious blue-eyed man with better access.

Andy kissed back with equal force, equal passion and as his tongue found hers, Y/N eased out a low moan. She had forgotten all about her whiskey and with a breathless sigh, she pulled back. Andy let out a faint groan of displeasure at her breaking the contact but Y/N didn’t pay any mind. Instead, her gaze flickered past his shoulder--and lo and behold, Andy’s bandmates were staring with unabashed, open-mouthed shock. A smirk slowly touched her lips and Andy eased out a chuckle, his hand sliding out of Y/N’s hair in favor of resting at the nape of her neck.

“You know what?” Y/N breathed out after a moment, her gaze flickering back to meet his. Andy raised his brows curiously, waiting for an answer when she allowed her smirk to gain a devious edge to it. “Let’s leave. Come with me. We can head back to my place. Give them something to talk about.” she told him, careful to keep her voice a low whisper so that they couldn’t be heard over the music. Andy couldn’t help but smirk, mirroring Y/N’s own before he gave a nod.

“Fuck yeah, let’s do it.”

Y/N grinned, letting her hand slide down his chest before she took hold of his hand and without another word, she began to half-pull, half-lead Andy out of the bar. The blue-eyed musician couldn’t help but give a cocky smirk, flashing a sneer in the direction of his bandmates--who were all besides themselves with shock--as he passed them by. The trip back to Y/N’s place was short. All they needed to do was hail a taxi and ride out the fifteen-minute commute. By the time they arrived back at her apartment, Y/N threw open the door and asked Andy to wait in the living space after handing him a brand new bottle of champagne.

Disappearing into her bedroom, Y/N slipped out of her tight black dress in favor of sweats and a tank top, swiping up an old, oversized band shirt and an extra pair of sweats for the boy she had left behind in her living room. As she arrived with the clothes in her hand, Andy quirked his brows and straightened up in his seat. he peered curiously at her, looking slightly confused before she tossed them at him, smirking. “Change up, dude. We can hang out after.”

He gave a playful roll of his eyes, but smiled nonetheless before he slipped into the bathroom. Y/N took the time he was changing to pour out two tall glasses of champagne, turning on the TV to flip it to Netflix. After Andy came back out with a sigh, his clothes folded neatly in his hands, Y/N perked up with a grin. She offered him a glass of champagne which he took gratefully, taking a slow sip before he plopped down next to her.

“So,” Y/N began, crossing her legs as she peered over at Andy. “Who exactly are you? And why were you and your friends making bets like that?” she flashed him a playful grin to which Andy rolled his eyes. He fell quiet for a second, absently swirling the fizzy drink in his glass before shrugging.

“My name is Andy and, believe it or not, I’m the lead singer in a band.” he offered, tipping his head to the side. “And who are you?”

Y/N scoffed, disbelief coloring her expression. “What? No way. I don’t believe that.” she murmured, shaking her head before sipping from her own glass. “And my name is Y/N. I’m your typical chick. I like to drink coffee and whiskey, does that count?” she countered cheekily, flashing him a big smile. Andy gave her a playful nudge, brows furrowed.

“No, really. My band is called Black Veil Brides. I’m not a liar,” he confirmed, causing Y/N to let out a soft giggle. Between all the whiskey, the heady make-out session from earlier, and the champagne she was drinking now, there was no doubt that she was at least a little buzzed. She plopped her head down on his shoulder, causing him to stiffen at first. But after a moment, he relaxed and with a faint smile, he let his arm wrap around her shoulder. “I guess that counts… and why’d you decide to bring me home?” he asked curiously, polishing the rest of the champagne off before letting his head fall back to rest on Y/N’s.

She giggled again, savoring the feeling of just resting on this guy she had met only an hour or so ago. Y/N couldn’t deny it, though; there was something very unique about him. He was intriguing. “You seem… different. I like different.” she said simply, shifting to look up at him with wide eyes. She smiled faintly. “Plus I like helping people and if I got you to win a bet… I guess I’m happy with that.”

Y/N swore she could see his lips curl up into a smile just as he squeezed her shoulder. “That’s fair. It’s a good thing I’m not a serial killer, huh?”

“God! Don’t even joke about that!” Y/N squealed, scrunching up her nose. Andy immediately let out a laugh and squeezed her shoulder again, this time in reassurance. She relaxed instinctively, her expression fading into a sleepy smile as the two of them gazed at the screen in front of them in quiet bliss. “I’m actually sorta glad we met. Netflix isn’t anywhere near as fun.”

Cincinnati had been home for as long as she could remember.

The Ohio weather and the small-town vibe of the city Y/N had been born in made her feel like she was home every time she stepped out the front door, a smile on her face and her backpack slung over her shoulder. The bright, golden rays of sunlight poured down every single summer day without fail, lighting up the streets and parks until the green of the foliage surrounding her was almost too bright to look at. Perhaps it was the way the fireflies winked their little lights as the indigo sky of evening fell overhead or the way the meadows in the less-populated parts of the town always smelled like wildflowers tainted with the faintest hint of cigarette smoke--but either way, Y/N knew that she could never leave this town. Especially since her best friend, her heart, her soul was right there with her.

Andy had been an awkward kid when they had first met. Sixth grade was an uncomfortable phase for most students, after all, and even as Y/N sat herself down quietly during her first period class next to a blonde-haired boy with big blue eyes, she had never pictured herself finding a best friend. It was an instantaneous connection that formed from the first moment she tilted her head and spared him a smile to let him know that even though it was the first day of middle school, she wouldn’t bite. Andy had given her a shaky, toothy smile in return--and from there, it was history.

She watched him grow before her very eyes. Her best friend, the scrawny blonde kid who liked to play hockey and cared a little too much about the latest Bengals game, soon became the mysterious boy with the dark, shaggy hair and the rings of eyeliner to bring out the pure iciness of his eyes. Some people would scoff, spitting out an insult of some sort every time the two of them walked down the hall, side by side. It wasn’t as if Andy cared; in fact, he had no problem throwing a punch or two to defend himself if he needed to. Nothing really mattered when Y/N had Andy’s back no matter what.

She was by his side no matter what--and as the years progressed, Y/N found herself falling in love with every bit of him. From the way he laughed at her silly jokes to the way he found his passion in music. She loved the way he painted his face every Halloween to pay homage to the old-school punk bands he forced Y/N to listen to every day--though she didn’t mind. She fell in love with the way they would lie under the stars during their summer evenings, sharing a cigarette and counting the fireflies that got caught in the plume of smoke he exhaled. And she was sure he loved her, too.

Surely, Andy had found something in Y/N that he had never found in another girl. She was kind. She had a heart of gold, listening to him day in and day out as he scribbled down chord progressions and various guitar tabs down on his homework that was already a day late. It was like Y/N was meant for him and as she helped him piece together an imaginary band, he knew that he loved her, too.

Except… neither of them ever dared to admit it.

Their friendship meant too much to them and if Y/N were being honest, the idea of whispering those three words to him struck fear directly into her heart. Though every time she looked into those familiar blue eyes of his she swore she saw the same love gazing back at her, she couldn’t bear the thought of rejection. At least, rejection from him. He was Y/N’s best friend, her everything--and without him… Without him, she had no idea what she would do.

Instead, the two friends danced around the subject for as long as they could. Y/N forced herself to bury her feelings away, locking them up deep inside her. And Andy? Andy occupied himself with his music. He would squeeze Y/N’s hand under the stars the night before he left for Los Angeles each and every time, smiling at her before promising her that he would be back soon enough. They would hug, wrapped up in a tight embrace as the other pondered whether anything more would come of it.

Nothing ever did.

It was during one of those times when Andy had flown off to LA to do some sort of band-related thing that Y/N realized that the longer she was alone, the more she missed him. With the end of senior year approaching quickly, Y/N knew that holding onto Andy forever in the romantic sense would be impossible. He was her best friend… and if she didn’t let go soon, her heart would end up crushed. Y/N sat at her desk in class that day, her gaze focused on the clock hanging on the wall opposite of her, when those very thoughts dawned on her. He could be in LA at that very moment, surrounded by pretty girls with bands of their own. Who was she, anymore? She would just be the girl he met in Cincinnati. She would just be… Y/N. Nothing more, nothing less. A forgotten piece of his past once the band he was working on forming finally took off.

Y/N could feel her heart twist, slowly sinking to the pit of her stomach as a wave of melancholiness washed over her. It was as if the clock had slowed down, the second hands ticking by after what seemed like minutes. Hours, even. And as Y/N furrowed her brows and allowed her eyes to flutter shut, the girl forced herself to exhale a slow, shaky sigh.

She had to let go.

There was still over a week and a half left before Andy finally arrived back in Cincinnati and it was with a heavy heart that Y/N allowed herself to think about a life without him. It wasn’t until the bell rang that Y/N jumped to a start, a look of startled surprise lighting up her eyes as the students around her began to shove their books into their bags. She exhaled a sigh, picking up her own things before stepping out the door.

The next few days passed her by in a blur.

With prom season just around the corner and no Andy to distract her from the painfully disgusting couples that showed off their status with extravagance, Y/N found herself sinking deeper and deeper into the rut of loneliness. It wasn’t until a boy with dark hair and brown eyes approached her during lunchtime that she realized exactly how lonesome she had felt. He had smiled at her and presented her with a single rose, a smile on his silly face before shyly asking her to the dance and, if she was okay with it, a date. At first, Y/N wanted to refuse. She didn’t know who this boy was--though he looked familiar… perhaps they had Calculus together--and her heart still ached for Andy. But… as Y/N raised her gaze to meet his eyes, she saw something there that made her feel like that maybe--just maybe--she could pretend like she wasn’t as alone as she felt.

Y/N knew that she had promised to spend prom night with Andy. He had some demo tracks prepared to show her as soon as he touched down in Cincinnati but as she slowly nodded to accept this boy’s offer to go to prom, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to uphold her promise.

And perhaps that was the beginning of the end.

Days passed by in slow-motion. Y/N went out on that date she had promised the boy--whose name, she learned, was Chase. He had a goofy smile and an off-kilter sense of humor, Y/N learned, and as the two shared milkshakes and went out on walks in the very park she had shared with Andy every summer for the past six years, Y/N fooled herself into thinking that she had finally let go of Andy. It wasn’t until her phone buzzed to life in her pocket a week and a half later that she felt that familiar twist in her heart.

‘Hey you. Just touched down. Be home soon. Meet me @ the park?’

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat as Andy’s name flashed on the screen, the light of her phone illuminating his simple, benign text that should have filled her with happiness. Instead, all Y/N felt was sadness. It was like an anchor had weighed itself down in her insides, causing her to sink down into her bed. Slowly, she exhaled a breath. A long, drawn-out sigh that reminded her that no matter how hard she may have tried, there was not a boy out there that made her feel the way Andy did.

‘Can’t. Date tonight. Tomorrow?’

She stared at those four words, a lump growing deep in her throat before she let out a sigh of frustrated exasperation. Y/N quickly tapped the send button, knowing that if she hesitated any longer, she would have fallen back into that endless cycle of pining for her best friend all over again. Her phone let out a synthetic woosh to let her know that her text had gone through… and as she fell silent, Y/N stared at it, waiting for it to vibrate with Andy’s response.

Minutes passed. Then hours. And as Y/N laid across her bed, gazing up at the ceiling blankly, there was a knock at her window. The sharp rapping against the glass startled her, causing the girl to let out a sharp gasp of surprise. Jolting upright, she pushed her hair out of her face just as her gaze flicked over to where the sound had come from,

Andy.

She didn’t need to see him to know that it was him. After years of friendship, late night visits with Andy getting her attention by knocking on her window was all too common. Except now… Y/N didn’t feel that familiar sense of excitement wash over her. Instead, her stomach did a flip, twisting and turning until she swallowed the lump in her throat to quell the anxiety coursing through her. She could only imagine why Andy had made his visit. At first, there was a rush of panic. He would know she had lied to make it seem like she was more busy since rather than being out on a date, she was sitting there in her pajamas and socked feet, waiting patiently for him to text her back.

And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to ignore him. Breathing out a quiet sigh, Y/N pushed herself up off her bed before resting her small hand on the latch to the window, internally debating exactly what she wanted to say to him. It wasn’t until she exhaled that she realized that she had been holding her breath the entire time and then, without another word, Y/N unlatched her window. With a soft grunt, she forced the screen up and within seconds, the gangly eighteen year-old with the familiar blue eyes and pale skin squeezed his way in.

Y/N bit her lip, taking a step to the side as Andy stumbled in, a curse leaving his lips as he half-fell, half-hopped onto the ground of her bedroom. She silently slid the window shut as Andy gathered himself, bringing himself up to his feet and brushing any dust off his worn-out band-tee before those ice blue eyes of his darted up to meet Y/N’s.

She could feel her heart drop into the pit of her stomach from the moment her eyes caught his. There was silence, cold and suffocating, before Y/N cleared her throat and parted her lips.

“Hey,”

Silence.

“Hey?” Andy repeated dubiously, brows furrowed under his messy, haphazard black hair. “I come back after two weeks and all you have to say is… hey?” there was an edge to his voice, a bite that caused Y/N to wince, taking an instinctive step back. “I thought you were on a date.” he made a show of glancing around her empty room before giving her a look. “Did he blow you off? Who even is he?” he asked, his questions coming before Y/N even had a chance to answer him.

“Andy… I can explain--” Y/N began before he gave a cold laugh.

“No, no you can’t, Y/N.” he snapped, his voice cold. “You lied to me! You promised we could hang out! What happened to my best friend?” Andy pressed, his voice growing louder and louder. Y/N flinched, shrinking back as each word struck her like the pointed end of a sharp dagger, sinking deep into her skin until all she felt was pain.

“Andy, I’m sorry. I didn’t… it’s not that big of a deal. Chase just--”

“Chase?” Andy cut her off with a sharp growl, causing Y/N to glance up at him with wide eyes. “Are you talking about that motherfucker from Calc?” He fell silent as Y/N gave a slow, tired yawn. And as soon as she did, Andy hissed, clenching his fist before smacking the papers on Y/N’s desk off. “For fuck’s sake!” he snapped, his voice nearly quaking with anger. Y/N had to admit that right now, she was scared. With the way her friend was trembling, as if there were thousands of words on his lips he couldn’t find the strength to say, and the all the things she wanted to tell him, it was like they were drowning in silence broken only by their breathing.

“Andy?” Y/N whispered tentatively, looking at him. The dark-haired teen was staring past her, his expression stony and his jaw clenched. And then, without another word, he disappeared out her window and was gone.

--

The day after their fight, Andy had left. For good.

Y/N remembered the way her heart had sank as she gazed at the last text she had ever received from him. ‘Hey you. Just touched down. Be home soon. Meet me @ the park?’ He hadn’t texted Y/N since before he arrived through her window. He hadn’t showed up to school the following morning--and for a while, she had fooled herself into believing he had simply ditched for the day to smoke cigarettes in an empty parking lot. But as the day wore on, there wasn’t a text or a call that came her way. Y/N had ventured off campus during her lunch period, wandering to the park where she and Andy would lie on the grass to stargaze and whisper silly jokes to one another. Empty. The parking lot where they would snuggle under blankets when all Y/N wanted was to be with her best friend. Empty. Y/N had even searched the swing set where they would share a cigarette under the sunset. Empty.

Everything was empty. This whole goddamn was town was empty without him--and it wasn’t until Y/N knocked on the door to his house that she learned that he had taken off for LA that morning with nothing but a suitcase and his car. He was probably a few states out by now, his father had said, and in that moment… Y/N knew that he was gone.

She held onto hope. She waited days. Then weeks. And then… months. Not a word. Not a text. Not a call.

It was like he had never existed at all. The curiosity was like death, Y/N had learned, but each and every day she forced aside the desire to find out where her best friend had gone. Instead, she focused on school. She got her diploma though her best friend wasn’t there to receive a diploma with her. He wasn’t there for her graduation party. And most of all, he wasn’t there to make her happy.

Chase, she learned, was nothing like Andy at all. As their relationship continued, Y/N knew that she didn’t feel anything for him. At least, she didn’t feel for him the way she knew she still felt for Andy. It was a strained relationship. He could tell that her heart wasn’t with him.. and so he forced it out of her. They fought. Loud, heated arguments where Y/N felt like she was drowning in cold water. She felt numb, lonely. As if she wasn’t worth the love she felt for a man that didn’t seem to exist in her life anymore. She forced herself to tolerate Chase and his demeaning words. No matter how often he told her she was lucky to have him at all, she convinced herself that everything would be okay.

It wasn’t until the night that he hit her that she realized that she deserved so much better.

He had been drinking that night. Two bottles of whiskey and a missed phone call was all it took to push the boy that had once had a shy smile on his face to push Y/N against the wall, spitting insults in her face like she was some toy to toss around. He didn’t care if she cried, didn’t care if she begged and wailed for him to stop. By the time he Chase had hobbled away with drunken slurs leaving his lips, Y/N had slipped to the ground, her slim shoulder trembling as fat, ugly tears rolled down her bruised cheeks. Her body ached, throbbing with dull pain in all the places he had grabbed her, hit her, abused her.

Y/N choked out a pathetic sob, her throat dry from crying out for so long. Her shaking hands searched the ground slowly until her trembling fingers finally found her cellphone--which Chase had knocked out of her hands the moment she had stepped through the door. She prayed silently, hoping that if there was a God out there, that He would show His mercy as she forced herself to see through the hazy blur of the hot, angry tears blinding her. “P-please… please be right…” Y/N whispered weakly under her breath as she quietly tapped out the numbers she had memorized so long ago. It was like a ghost of a memory--one that she had almost forgotten were it for the fact that Y/N desperately clung to everything that reminded her of… him.

She held her breath, hoping that the sound of her trembling, chattering teeth wouldn’t be heard through the receiver as she waited silently. She hoped desperately that this number--his number still worked… and after a few slow seconds, Y/N had to choke back a sob of desperation. It was over. She would never hear that voice again, the one that she had fallen so in love with in the past. She would never, ever--

“Hello?”

Y/N blinked, pure shock holding onto her trembling figure until she choked out a sigh of relief. “A-Andy?” she whispered, her voice weak.

“... Y/N? Is that you?” the voice on the other end was so… familiar. Deep, rough, rugged. But touched with just a hint of that silky quality that it took all of Y/N’s strength to keep from choking out another sob. Instead, she covered her mouth with a hand, pulling her knees up to her chest as she forced herself to recognize that on the other end of the line was the one person she had ached to hear from for months.

“Y-yeah… yeah, it’s me.” she whispered, her words soft and quivering.

Y/N parted her lips, on the verge of asking him how he was doing when he cut her off. “What’s wrong?” she felt her heart stop as the concern in his voice radiated through even the phone. it was almost as if he was right there, within arm’s reach, for Y/N to lean on when she felt ready to give up on everything around her. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” the concern in his voice grew. “I can hear it in your voice. You’ve been crying. What happened?”

“I…” Y/N began, her voice shaking again just as her thoughts flickered back to the man that had just stumbled away from her only minutes prior. “I… Andy I need you so bad right now.” was all she managed to choke out, biting her lip to stifle another sob from escaping her. “H-he… Chase… he got d-drunk and he got upset… Oh, God. Andy, i feel so alone. He h-hit me and now--”

“He what?!” The snarl in his voice startled her, causing Y/N to give a slight yelp. “Where are you right now, Y/N?” he demanded, something fierce and protective about the way he said those very words.

“C-Cincinnati. I n-never left.” she paused. “I was always waiting for you.” Y/N finally whispered, her voice weak.

There was a pause. “Check your e-mail soon. I’m buying you a plane ticket. You’re getting the fuck out of there.” Andy finally said, his voice cold and firm. And in that moment, Y/N felt her heart melt. Her best friend. No--her true love. He had never left her. He was always a phone call away and it took until everything went to shit for her to realize that she could have been with him this entire time.

“O-Okay.” Y/N finally whispered and just as she hit the end button on her phone, her screen lit up to let her know there was a new e-mail waiting for her. Silently, she brought herself up to her feet though her knees were still shaking and her stomach was still turning. Everything would be okay. She knew that now.

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Y/N had left without a word. Not a note. Not a call. Not a text. She had gathered her things and let the door slide shut behind her, phone in one hand and bags in the other. Andy had held up his end of his promise and within another few hours, Y/N knew she would be there with him just as she had been before. She had called him again that morning before she got in the car… and she learned that in their time apart, Andy had made his dream come true. Y/N felt her heart soar as he spoke affectionately of his new band--Black Veil Brides--and the success they had been finding down in LA.

It was like she was coming home, even though she was finally leaving Cincinnati behind. It wasn’t until the plane finally landed in California that the nerves finally hit her. It was like a thick tide of anxiety, her stomach doing flips as the butterflies roared to life. With her bag in tow and her brows knit together, she stepped out of her terminal and allowed her gaze to roam the crowd of people waiting for their loved one’s arrival. For a second, Y/N felt… lost. Confused. It was like looking into a sea of strangers and for a second, she was sure that her last shred of hope was gone. Until…

“Y/N!”

She froze, a gasp escaping her as she whirled around on her heel to face the source of the voice--and as soon as she did, Y/N felt her heart melt. Those blue eyes. She could never forget them. And as a smile spread across her face, she felt her bags fall from her hands as shock and happiness mingled together in her heart. “Andy,” she whispered, almost as if she couldn’t believe that it was really him. The man was taller than the Andy she had known before. His hair longer, his face sharper and more defined… and yet, he was exactly the same. The same smile, the same blue eyes, the same voice. “Andy!” she cried out, this time her voice loud and full of warmth and excitement.

She ran towards him, her heart racing as she crashed into him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck just as Andy threw his own arms around her small, slight figure in a tight, warm embrace. “Oh my God, Andy…” Y/N choked out again, this time tears of happiness pricking at her eyes.

“Y/N… I missed you.” he murmured into her hair, his voice soft and low and so full of love that Y/N swore that her heart was ready to explode. Instead, she pulled back. She was tired of waiting, tired of hiding. She didn’t hesitate, letting her lips find his in a frenzy, every ounce of love that she had hidden away for so long pouring out of her in that very moment. Andy didn’t miss a beat, kissing her back with equal force, equal intensity and as the two pulled away after a long moment, Y/N found herself smiling in a way she hadn’t in a long, long while.

“I’m so glad to see you again.” she murmured, her gaze searching his face.

“Me too,” Andy murmured, smiling in return as he gave her another tight squeeze. “I’m so glad to have my best friend back. I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so sorry I ever left.”

The music industry was cut-throat. There was absolutely no time for shenanigans, no time for distractions. Y/N had learned long ago that if she wanted to get her band to the top of all the charts, he sights needed to be set high. Y/N couldn’t let her guard slip--not once. Her girls were her family and after months of playing dead-end shows at bars and fighting tooth and nail to find someone--anyone--to listen to the demo Y/N had spent so long piecing together, they had finally secured a contract with a label down in Los Angeles. it was as if her prayers had been answered, reminding Y/N that no matter how much she enjoyed music, there was so much more to do than just sing. She had to fight, she had to use more than just her heart to get what she wanted… and as time wore on, Y/N knew she was climbing to the top.

Slowly but surely, of course. But progress was progress, no matter how slow time seemed to flow.

Nights like this one were the ones Y/N anticipated. There were butterflies twisting in the pit of her stomach, fluttering with excitement as Y/N flashed a smirk into the mirror. her reflection gazed back at her, sharp gaze scrutinizing every flaw or imperfection she didn’t have. The tight leather ensemble she had selected for tonight’s show was something else entirely. it was provocative with just the right hint of edginess, allowing Y/N to come off as smug and dangerous. Like a lioness stalking for her prey. Her red-painted lips curled up into a smirk and with a slight laugh, Y/N tossed her hair over her slim shoulder just as the door to the dressing room creaked open.

“You ready, Y/N?”

Y/N didn’t need to turn around to recognize the voice of her drummer, a goofy brunette with pretty green eyes that always seemed to have a smile on her face. Instead, she allowed her lips to quirk up into that confident smirk Y/N had worn only seconds prior to the drummer’s arrival. “Hell yeah,” she remarked , her smirk taking on a reckless edge as she turned on her heel. With one hand perched on her slim hip, Y/N couldn’t help but raise her brows curiously as the other girl let out a gasp of surprise. “How do I look?” Y/N quipped with a faint laugh.

“Holy shit! You look fuckin’ bangin’, Y/N!” she squealed, taking in the sight of the tight leather crop top and the shorts to match. The garters clinging to the sheer thigh-high socks gave it as a more sensual, seductive edge and as Y/N allowed her gaze to scan her reflection one last time, she couldn’t help the surge of confidence coursing through her veins. She had long since acclimated to the pre-show adrenaline. it was like a drug, fueling her with a high that kept her going and going and going on stage, singing her heart out until the roar of applause deafened her. It was rewarding, truly--but Y/N couldn’t help but savor the attention.

Adjusting the garters attached to her stockings absently, Y/N shrugged her shoulders and sashayed her way past her drummer, exchanging a quick smile with the girl before you made your way down the corridor. She was poising herself, preparing for the first few seconds she would dash onto the stage only to hear loud, feverish cheers. Y/N had to admit that her band’s first headlining tour had been a success thus far. With sold-out shows left and right, meet and greets with lines that went out the door, and all the social media coverage, Y/N could practically taste the fame now. It was wonderful--like a dream coming true--and for the first Los Angeles-based show in her career, Y/N knew that this was a big-fuckin’-deal.

She had only ever dreamed of playing this venue before. And yet, as she waited backstage with the mic grasped tightly in her hand, there was no denying the twisting butterflies buzzing angrily in the pit of her stomach. Quietly, Y/N exhaled a quiet sigh just as she allowed her eyes to flutter shut. She could hear the low throb of the bass overhead. With the rest of her bandmates already on stage, Y/N knew that the only left to make their appearance… was her. The loud, low beat of the bass paired with the sound of crashing cymbals mingled with the sound of the crowd.

They were… cheering. Chanting. Screaming. Waiting. For her. This was her moment.

Y/N inhaled sharply--and then, without another moment’s worth of hesitation, she took that leap of faith and dashed onto the stage. Immediately, the roar of the crowd amplified. Her gaze swept over the crowd--and in that moment, Y/N swore that her heart had stopped beating. In that moment, all she could feel was pure exhilaration, adrenaline pumping through her veins in its rawest form, fueling Y/N with the high that made her feel like she was on top of the world. Her smile widened and for a second, Y/N was sure that her cheeks would split in two from grinning so hard. But she couldn’t help it. The venue was packed and as she brought the mic to her lips, Y/N raised her fist in the air. “What’s up LA!” she yelled into the mic. The crowd went wild, the sound of excited chanting and cheering mingling together to form a deafening roar of absolute happiness.

“We are so fuckin’ happy to be out here tonight! This is our first hometown-show for our first ever headlining tour. We would not be here without you. Thank you so fuckin’ much for making our dreams come true.” Y/N exclaimed, her words amplified by the speaker. There was no doubt that this was her moment, the moment she and her bandmates had been fighting for--and as the crowd wildly applauded her short speech, Y/N’s smirk took on a wild edge. “Here we go, LA! One, two… one, two, three four!” The guitar started blasting, the drums beating, the bass shredding,  and immediately, Y/N found herself launching into every word of their hit single. The crowd sang every lyric, every word in unison, her voice twining with their in the hard-rock melody that had taken the music scene by storm only a few months prior to the tour announcement.

But Y/N wasn’t alone. Los Angeles was home to so many different bands--and one of the top bands in the hard-rock scene today was no stranger to headlining tours. Black Veil Brides had quite the reputation for a band that had its roots in the small town of Cincinnati. Unlike Y/N’s band, however, headlining tours were less of a first and more of a norm. With the next tour for BVB coming up within the coming months, the band and crew knew it was time to scout out a few venues… and what better start to the band’s biggest tour yet than a hometown show?

Of course, Andy hadn’t particularly anticipated scouting out the LA venue when there was a show going on… but as he pushed his way through the crowd and his ice blue gaze flickered up to meet the eyes of the frontwoman, he had to admit that he wasn’t complaining.

With her tight leather outfit and her body rocking to the beat, Andy found his sharp gaze lingering, following her every movement. Y/N’s voice was full of soul, gritty and emotional, and as he paused in his scouting to watch this mystery band perform, he had to admit that there was something absolutely entrancing about the way her voice meshed perfectly well with the hard guitar riffs and the bagning beats of the drum. And goddamn, that ass…

Andy gave his head a brisk shake, trying to push his thoughts away--but just as he urged himself to pull his gaze away from her, Y/N sank down to her knees at the edge of the stage. With the microphone so close to her lips and her back arched, Andy had to bite his lower lip to hold back a slight groan. Y/N allowed her gaze to drift the crowd--and just as she did, her gaze met the pure ice-blue ones of none other than Andy Biersack. The eye-contact felt like pure electricity crackling in the air, like a live wire submerged in water.

Y/N felt his gaze studying her, wandering from her exposed shoulders down to the her hips, which were rocking slowly in rhythm with the beat of the drum. She didn’t dare look away from him, a slow smirk spreading across her lips before she tossed her head back, her long locks flying with the movement before she rolled her body sensually to the beat. As the first song faded into the next--and that one into another--Y/N didn’t allow herself to let her guard slip. Every few seconds, Y/N allowed her narrowed eyes to slide back to those blue ones she knew were watching her, studying her.

It wasn’t until the last song that Y/N tossed her hair over her shoulder, mic gripped in her hand, that she turned to find that the blue-eyed frontman had… disappeared. She faltered for a slight moment, blinking with surprise to see that the spot he had been standing at only minutes prior was now empty. Her guitarist shot her a confused look as she stumbled across some of the lyrics--and Y/N gave a brisk shake of her head, forcing herself to ignore the slight disappointment that twisted in the pit of her stomach and instead brought herself back to focus on the set.

Just as her guitarist strummed the final few chords of the song and Y/N allowed her voice to taper off, the roar of the crowd took over. For a second, Y/N had forgotten about the way Andy had been studying her, like she was a piece of art. Instead, all she seemed to care about was the crowd before her, the fans that had poured their hearts into every lyric she just sang for them.

“Thank you, LA! We love you so much!” Y/N cried out into the mic, a grin on her face just as the rest of her bandmates stepped forward. Glancing over at the girls at her side, Y/N found herself smiling even harder before they all took a bow together. Blowing a few kisses out to the crowd while the bassist and guitarist tossed their picks out, Y/N exhaled a quiet sigh and made her exit towards the back of the stage. Just as the young woman slipped past the curtain, she reached up to wipe the sweat off her brow while she came down from the high of being on stage.

“Bravo, Y/N.”

The sound of his deep, low, raspy voice caused Y/N to freeze. She knew that voice. It didn’t take a genius to match a voice to a face--and after years of following bands as big as his, Y/N knew without a doubt in her mind that the man who had been watching her only minutes ago was standing right before her. Slowly, Y/N allowed her gaze to drift up. From his boots to his skinny jeans all the way to his expensive leather jacket, she knew before even meeting his eyes that Andy was smirking, his gaze studying her just as carefully as he had been when he was in the crowd.

“Andy,” Y/N began, her voice draw as she placed a hand on her slim hip. She met his gaze and sure enough, the pale-skinned angel of a man seemed to hold the slightest air of arrogance as he gazed directly at her, one brow quirked higher than the other. “I didn’t expect to see you here. How did you even get back here?” she tacked on honestly, cocking her head to the side as she gazed at him.

“I didn’t expect to be here, actually. Getting backstage is pretty easy for a guy like me, anyway.” Andy remarked, his voice a slow, amused drawl as he eased out a chuckle. “Not that I was disappointed. You were quite… interesting up on that stage.”

“Interesting?” Y/N scoffed, narrowing her eyes slightly. Boys like him were bad news. He was a pampered rock-star, famous for his looks, his voice, and his lady-killer antics… and she had no time for that. Not when she had just started her first headlining tour. She couldn’t afford a distraction and standing before her right now was the most dangerous of them all. “Whatever, asshole. I don’t have time to stand here and chat with someone who can’t give a straight compliment.” Y/N snapped, sashaying past Andy without sparing him another glance.

“Oh, on the contrary. You didn’t let me finish.” He tacked on, easily falling into step beside her in spite of the way she turned her head away from him sharply. “You and your band were very… eye-catching.”

Y/N froze. The way he purred out the word ‘eye-catching’ forced her tos top dead in her tracks in favor of shooting him a sideways look. “Is that so?” she commented dryly, brows raised, as her gaze met his cold blue ones. His smirk was arrogant, touched with the cockiness Y/N had expected from a young rockstar like himself. She watched him with narrowed eyes as Andy leaned himself back against the wall, brows raised and a smirk still touching his pierced lips.

“I’m no liar, babe.” Andy commented. Y/N scoffed at his use of the word ‘babe’ but didn’t protest, instead waiting for him to continue. “The way you made that mic your bitch. Not a lot of new bands know how to command a stage like that.” he began, his voice easy and casual. “And the way you let your body move to the beat of the music… you get really into it, don’t you?” he continued, his voice dropping lower with each word that left his lips. “I had to admit. Watching you get down on your knees like that... “ he trailed off with a drawn-out sigh.

Y/N found herself smirking, a devious gleam lighting up her eyes as she allowed her gaze to wander from his face down lower and lower… until she forced her eyes to snap back up onto his. A part of her rational mind told Y/N to turn around and walk away, to not say a single word to this rockstar lest she get caught up with him in all the ways she couldn’t afford to… and yet, there was something intoxicating about Andy and with the low, sensual purr of his deep voice practically begging Y/N to reach out and prove to him that the way her body moved wasn’t just something she did on stage, she found her resolve slowly crumbling. Instinctively, Y/N took a step closer and allowed her fingertips to brush lazily against his chest. She toyed with the zipper of his leather jacket, her gaze resting on his face as a smirk lit up her expression before her hands wandered lower. She paused at the belt of his jeans--and Y/N swore she could hear Andy exhale a quiet hiss.

“Fuck, don’t tell me you’re hard, Andy.” Y/N taunted, her fingers hooking into the belt-loops of his jeans before jerking him close. Andy let out a low growl of surprise mixed with pleasure as Y/N rocked her hips against him slowly, languidly. She let out a breathy chuckle, her smirk broadening as she felt his erection rub against her.

“Do you blame a man?” Andy drawled out, though his voice sounded strained. She felt his hands drift down to grip her hips, forcing her to grind into him. Y/N let out a sharp gasp of surprise as his erect cock rocked into her. “You were pretty fucking sexy out there, Y/N.” he added, his voice dropping to a low growl. Y/N chewed her lips, unsure of what to say next--and before a word could leave her red-painted lips, Andy hoisted her up. She let out a sharp squeak of shock but before she could help it, she wrapped her legs around him tightly and he had her back pressed up against the wall.

“Fuck, Andy…” Y/N gasped, her cheeks flushed red. “We shouldn’t…” her words were cut off as Andy’s lips crashed into hers. She let out a muffled sound of surprise but her hands reached up to tangle in his dark, raven-black hair, tugging at his locks roughly to deepen the feverish kiss until his lips, teeth, and tongue found her own. It was hot, rough, and as Y/N sank her teeth into Andy’s lower lip, the blue-eyed man let out a low groan of pleasure.

“We shouldn’t, but I want to.” Andy’s breaths were ragged as he pulled back from the kiss to respond to her, though his words broke off into a low moan as Y/N let her lips trace the curve of his sharp jaw. “Goddamn, Y/N…” he hissed just as she sank her teeth into the sensitive skin of his tank. Y/N eased out a soft laugh, grinding her hips into him roughly to remind him that this was no time to waste the moment on trivial words.

“Shut up and fuck me, Biersack.” Y/N finally hissed, letting her lips fall to his collarbone to give him a sharp nibble.

Andy groaned, his cock throbbing in his jeans as she made her demands. Immediately, Andy grabbed the hem of her leather top and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside before pulling back to take a good look at her. Y/N felt her cheeks flush hot, staining them a rosy pink. She hadn’t bothered putting on a bra for the outfit and as Andy smirked to himself, blue gaze taking in the sight of her exposed tits, she had to admit that a part of her was self-conscious. “Fuckin’ perfect,” Andy murmured just loud enough for her to catch the words, causing a smirk to form on Y/N’s face.

She didn’t get a word in, however, her lips parting to let out a sharp moan of pleasure as he leaned down to catch one of her nipples in his mouth. He lapped at them, giving her a sharp, playful nipple before letting his hand fall down to her thighs. He teased them apart, using the tips of his fingers to rub her through her shorts. Y/N let out a gasp, rocking her hips into the touch before Andy pulled back with a growl.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open as he unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper--and with a faint smirk, she dropped down onto her knees just as she had done on stage when he had been watching her. Andy blinked, surprise lighting up his blue eyes before his smirk broadened. “Didn’t you say I looked good down on my knees?” Y/N purred, the sultry edge to her voice only causing Andy’s erection to throb even more. He clenched his teeth, not uttering a word. Instead, he gave a slight nod just as Y/N reached up to tug his boxers down. “Mm, fuck yeah.” Y/N whispered as his cock sprang out. She smirked up at him wrapping her thin fingers around the base of his erection before flicking her tongue out to give the tip a teasing lap. She heard his groan and soon, his hand tangled into her hair as he exhaled a breath. Y/N smirked to herself before slowly, slowly taking in his length. She wanted to tease him, see how much this rockstar could take before losing his patience.

Y/N hummed, the vibrations causing Andy to tense, choking out a strained growl of pleasure as she used her tongue and lips to take in more and more of his length. She bobbed her head, expertly sucking his cock until Andy had to pull his hips back from reaching his climax then and there. Y/N instead pressed a trail of teasing kisses down his erection, her brows raised and her sultry gaze locked on his own lust-filled blue one. “Hnn… like it when I suck your cock like that, don’t you?” she teased, her voice low and sexual before he let out a growl. Y/N let out a sharp gasp as he pulled her upright, flipping her over until she was facing the wall.

“Damn right I liked it, but a part of me wants to fuck you senseless even more.” He murmured slowly into her ear, causing shivers to run up Y/N’s spine. Instinctively, she squirmed her hips as he gripped her shorts, pulling them down along with her underwear until her pussy was exposed. Y/N let out a quiet whimper, the soft sounds of pleasure fading into little moans of ecstasy as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her entrance, teasing her clit all the while. “Goddamn, you’re so wet,” Andy drawled, easing out a husky chuckle before gripping her hips.

“Fuck me, Biersack.” Y/N managed out, her skin hot and her pussy throbbing, begging to feel his cock inside her. She dug her nails into the wall, biting her lip to stifle her cry of pleasure just as Andy thrusted into her. The man let out a loud growl of pleasure, hands gripping Y/N’s hips before pulling out only to thrust into her again. Slowly, slwoly, he built the tempo up until the two of them were rocking their hips in unison. Y/N squirmed each time he rammed into her, choming out moans of pure ecstasy as he fucked her. “Nnn, Andy, yes!” she cried out, trembling as she rocked her hips into each thrust.

“Oh, fuck. Y/N…” he growled out, something so raw and primal in his voice that Y/N couldn’t help but reach down and rub at her clit, whimpering with pleasure as she touched herself. She could feel his cock throb inside of her each time he slammed into her pussy, leaving her breathless and trembling.

“I-I’m going to…” Y/N whined, her voice growing higher as she felt her pussy throb, climbing higher and higher until she reached the edge of climax. “Ah, f-fuck… A-Andy…!” she cried out, her whimpers growing into sharp keens of ecstasy as her entire body trembled with the force of her orgasm. Andy let out an animalistic growl of pleasure as her pussy throbbed around his cock. He pulled out just as he reached his own climax, releasing his cum all over Y/N’s exposed as as her body trembled from cumming so hard with him inside of her.

“Goddamn,” Andy managed out, his voice ragged and breathless as he looked down at her.

Y/N struggled to catch her breath, licking her lips as she glanced over her shoulder to look up at him, their eyes meeting. “Y-you… you should come to our shows more often.” she breathed out shakily, flashing her best attempt at a smirk. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” Andy’s smirk mirrored her own and wordlessly, he leaned close and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Sure thing, babe. I think you’ve got me hooked.”