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I Used To Have A Best FriendI watched him in complete awe. The way his raven black hair flowed behind him in waves as he bounced around like an idiot on stage. His rough, angelic voice echoed throughout the room, mixed in with the screams of the girls and the shockwaves from the guitar. His blue eyes sparkled with constant mischief, and absolute love for what he is currently doing. His full lips were parted in the trademarked crooked smirk as he listened to the fans scream the lyrics back at him. I watched as he almost bent himself in two with a scream, his ribs, especially the very obvious newly healed ribs, stuck out in perfect sync with the rest of his body. He was skinny, and incredibly lanky, but it worked on him. He was also tall, almost as tall as me, and that suited his rocker physic. He was sarcastic and cocky, quick witted and had a very dark humor. Everything about him was perfect.
His name was Andy Biersack.
By God, he was fucking attractive. You couldn't stop looking at him, and is you did, you alway
Love LIke WinterWarn your warmth to turn away
The snow was softly falling outside their hotel window as the to lovers snuggles together on the floral covers of the bed. Andy smiled at his boyfriend kissing his nose softly.
"Let's go play in the snow!" the crystal blue eyed boy asked jumping up and grabbing his coat.
Here it's December everyday
The cold winter air came as a shock to the younger boy's face as he danced around in the freshly fallen snow. His black hair getting blown back with the wind.
Ashley smiled taking his gloved hand in his and smiling at the beautiful boy in front of him.
Press your lips to the sculptures, and surly you'll stay
Ashley pressed his lips to Andy's their visible breath mingling together. Ashley loved this boy more then anything in the world. While they had their ups and downs and yes some times Andy could be like the weather; a cold harsh wind. But Ashley would rather define him as a snow flake. Unique, none others like him and gorgeous as it danced in the air.
Something FragileI was almost asleep when a thud from the other end of the bus startled me. I grumbled and carefully rolled out of my bunk. I had learned after receiving several walnut sized bumps on my head to get out of these low ceilinged traps as slowly as possible to avoid potential brain damage. Not that I didn't already have a bit of that from all the smokes, booze, and lack of sleep. Oh what a life.
I reached the front of the bus and was surprised to see my best friend and singer of our band sprawled on the floor in a rather ungraceful heap. "Andy," I said slowly. "Why are you on the floor?"
"Oh just admiring the carpeting," he said sarcastically. Andy righted himself and dusted off his jeans, his long black hair purposefully falling over one eye. "I tripped over CC's drumsticks. I'm just glad I didn't break my ankle or I'd shove these in a place where he wouldn't be able to use them again."
"Remind me to never leave my bass out," I laughed.
"Hey Ash?" he asked. "Could you get me some ice?"
Ashley looked into the plain mirror.
There was nothing to see but his own reflection.
He hated it.
He hated himself.
It was all his fault.
He flicked the hair out of his eyes and stared at his face.
"I look horrible." He sighed, poking at all his features, from his mole to his ears.
His eyes were no longer their original beautiful shade of golden honey.
they had lost their spark, that wonderful glint in his eyes.
his hair was now greasy and life-less, little left from the little care it was given.
his face had become bone.
ever since andy had died, he found no point in life, starving himself was an everday ritual.
He sighed, why did he have to look like this?
He hated his appearance.
"Ashley dear. You're beautiful." His dead boyfriend's whispers flew around his head.
It was Andy
His dead love was at it again.
It had been a year since he had died in that car crash.
If ashley hadn't of been driving so fast, he would of seen that other car pull out of the driveway.
andy would have l
black and gold
If the fish swam out of the ocean
and grew legs and they started walking
and the apes climbed down from the trees
and grew tall and they started talking
i pushed myself further into my already tear sodden pillow. i let out a muffled sob as i tried to stop crying. but i couldn't. i missed him so much. stupid me. since when was jumping off a balcony a good idea? and now i have to stay home. i can't see the guys. i can't see anybody. they are al home now. after i broke my ribs, we stopped the tour and came home. i was so stupid!
and the stars fell out of the sky
and my tears rolled into the ocean
now i'm looking for a reason why
you even set my world into motion
i ruined out fans and my bands tour just because of some stupid jump i did! i sat up in my bed, wiping the tears off my face and neck. i sighed as i carefully stood up, my ribs aching like hell. i stood iup or a few seconds before i had to sit back down again. i sat on the edge of my bed, looking
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