the right thing ~ andy biersack
word count: 1938
description: after finalizing a hard divorce, he goes to his best friend for reassurance that he made the right decision
pairing: andy biersack x female!reader
masterlist (one, two)
It was the first thing to come up when I loaded social media. One of those alt. news pages had uploaded an article titled “Andy Black and Juliet Simms seen leaving courthouse after finalizing divorce”. The only picture was of Juliet, her face red and her eyes puffy. Andy had gotten out of there before the paps had arrived.
My heart ached for the two of them. They had their issues, issues that made the decision to end their marriage a very good idea, but they also loved each other very much. They wanted everything to work out, it just wasn’t meant to be.
I was about to text Andy to ask how he was when a knock came at my door. When I opened it, the tall stature of my best friend was leaning against the door frame. Dressed all in black, as usual, with a pair of black sunglasses covering his eyes. He looked at me over them, cocking an eyebrow.
“Can I come in?”
“I’m insulted you have to ask,” I said. He smiled a little, a sight I was glad to see.
I stepped aside to let Andy in. He took off his sunglasses as he entered and I was shocked to see his eyes seemed fine. Not puffy, no remnants of tears. If I hadn’t already known different, I’d be convinced it was just any other day.
“Have you eaten?” I asked.
Andy chuckled. “Yes mom.”
I shot him a playful look. “I just meant because I was making breakfast and wanted to offer you some, but if you’re gonna be an ass then nevermind.”
“Isn’t 12pm a little late for breakfast?”
Andy laughed. He sat across from me at my dinner table as I plated my breakfast and began to eat. Silence filled the room. I desperately searched for some way to break it, even just small talk, but I had nothing.
“I am pretty thirsty,” Andy finally said. “Mind if I get a drink?”
I shrugged. “You know where the fridge is.”
He got up and went to get a drink, but then paused. When I looked over to see what the hold up was, I saw him looking down at something on the counter. That’s when I realized I had left the article open on my phone, which was still turned on and placed on the counter next to the fridge.
I quickly stood and grabbed my phone from him. “Stupid article popped up when I went on social media.”
“And you had to click it?”
I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. “I was curious...I was trying to see if there were any pictures of you.”
He didn’t actually seem mad, but he still didn’t seem upset either. Obviously I didn’t want to see him break down in front of me or anything, but his lack of any sort of sadness at the end of his marriage was starting to worry me.
He shrugged. “I’m doing fine, as you can tell. It’s what was best for the two of us. I can’t sit around and wallow in my failed marriage.”
I winced at his choice of wording, but said, “I guess so.”
But when he sat down across from me, I could tell he didn’t believe himself. His momentary act of being okay was starting to shatter.
“I mean we’ve been unhappy for a while, we’ve been fighting a lot. We tried to fix the marriage but it didn’t work. They only option was to just separate.”
He wasn’t looking at me. I reached across the table to take his hand in mine. His eyes finally raised to meet mine.
“Andy, you did the right thing,” I assured him.
“Did I?” he asked. My heart broke for him in that moment. His walls were starting to come down and I could see how broken he truly felt.
“Yes! Of course you did. I’m sorry if this is overstepping, but you were miserable. You both were. I know you love her, but you can’t be in a toxic relationship.”
He sighed. He was running his thumb along my knuckles almost absentmindedly, but it felt nice. I gave his hand a slight, reassuring squeeze. I couldn’t help but smile a little when he squeezed back.
“I was miserable,” he mumbled, as if admitting it to himself for the first time. “God, I don’t remember a time when we weren’t fighting. I felt like such a phony recording that Adele cover with her because none of it was real. Not as real as we were trying to portray anyways.”
I decided not to mention the fact that anyone with a set of eyes could see that Andy and Juliet weren’t happy, including his fans. I had seen people expressing their concerns for Andy’s happiness and mental health because of how toxic the marriage seemed to be. I was sure he had likely seen the comments too, but now wasn’t a time to remind him of that.
“Your marriage isn’t a failure because you decided to divorce,” I told him.
“It’s not exactly a win either.”
“There’s no winning or losing, or success or failures in marriage. Just because one couple has been married for decades doesn’t mean that they’re happy or that the marriage is what it seems, and just because another couple gets divorced doesn’t mean it’s a failure. Your happiness is what matters, nothing else.”
Andy didn’t say anything. He was still holding my hand, but now he was tracing circles in the back of my hand. I wasn’t about to tell him to stop. If anything, I could’ve kept holding his hand for awhile. He didn’t seem to want to pull away either.
“Remember when I asked you to be my Best Woman?” he asked.
I smiled at the memory. “Of course I do. The guys were so pissed.”
“I’ve been friends with you longer than any of those idiots, of course I was gonna ask you to be in my wedding party some how.”
Because Juliet wasn’t about to let me be in her bridal party, I thought to myself.
“I bought at tux and everything,” I remembered. “I even helped the guys throw you a bachelor party.”
“I think you enjoyed the strippers more than I did.”
I tried to hide the smirk on my face as I remembered how excited I felt to be a part of the bachelor party, especially when the guys told me the plan was to take Andy to a strip club. I was drunk for most of the night, but I definitely remember the lap dance the guys paid for me to receive. It was almost enough to make me want to give up on guys completely. Almost.
“You looked great in the tux.” Andy’s comment caught me by surprise. It didn’t sound like a friend complementing a friend. It sounded like something more...or maybe I was reading too far into it. “And you looked great in the dress you changed into for the reception.”
“Dancing in a tux gets too warm so I had to change,” I said.
“Remember I got so drunk I tried to kiss you because I thought you were Juliet?”
My heart raced at the memory. How could I ever forget? It was nearing the end of the night and most of the guests at the reception had left. Andy, who was drunk beyond belief, had asked me for one last dance before he and Juliet were supposed to leave for their honeymoon. We were swaying to whatever slow song the DJ had decided to play. I had my head on Andy’s chest, letting the moment last between the two of us. When I looked up at him, there was this brief moment where I just wanted to kiss him, to take him out of the venue and to run away from the whole ceremony that had just happened. I swore he felt it too, because he started to lean in to kiss me. Of course, I stopped him because I knew it wasn’t right. He had just married Juliet, he wanted Juliet, not me. Afterwards he claimed that he had thought I was Juliet and apologized profoundly for it.
“It wasn’t because I thought you were Juliet,” he said. “I was drunk, yes, but I kind of...forgot about Juliet all together. I just...I had really wanted to kiss you.”
The confession rendered me speechless. How was I supposed to respond to that? My best friend, fresh from signing his divorce papers, was admitting he had wanted to kiss me the night of his wedding? I had to be dreaming. This was all one big dream. Or a nightmare.
That’s when I finally pulled away from Andy. I was shocked by my own action more than him, I just did it on impulse.
His face fell and I immediately felt terrible. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that. Now is like the worst time for me to have said anything.”
“No,” I said. “I mean, it’s not a great time to say something like that. I’m just a little shocked is all. Trying to figure out if I’m dreaming or not.”
A slight smirk tugged at his lips. “You often dream about me admitting I want to kiss you?”
“Shut up,” I said, but I had a smile on my face as well. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Well, I was kind of married. At what point in a marriage do I look at my best female friend and go, ‘Hey, I’ve wanted to kiss you since before I even met my actual wife’?”
It goes back as far as before he was with Juliet?!
Suddenly Andy stood. I could see a guilt ridden look on his face. I quickly stood to follow him as he started to walk out the front door.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. It was a mistake, I’m just high off of all these emotions following the divorce,” he said.
“Andy, stop!” I said, catching his arm before he could walk out the door. “You’re not giving me any time to actually respond to this.”
“I’m not sure if I want to hear the response.”
“Really? Not even if I told you I’ve wanted to kiss you since before your wedding, too?”
That put him into shocked silence. I felt a little proud of that. He opened his mouth to try and stutter out a response but nothing came.
“Why didn’t you - no, stupid question, I was literally married.”
I giggled at his flustered look.
“Listen,” I started, “you are high off of your post-divorce emotions right now. I’m not saying what you’re feeling is going to change, but I am saying you need to take some time to let yourself get over the marriage. If you do still feel so strongly for me within, say, a couple months, I’ll still be here. I don’t mind waiting.”
I smiled. “I’ve already waited a few decades, what’s another couple months?”
Andy smiled back at me. He moved as if he were going to touch my face, but stopped short. Instead, he wrapped me in a warm hug. I rested my head against his chest, instantly brought back to the night where we both wanted to kiss each other more than anything.
“I’ll give you more than a hug in a couple months,” he told me. “For now, want to go out and grab a drink with the guys and I tonight?”
I nodded. “I’d love to. Text me the details later.”
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