Put Your Heart Where Your Mouth Is

[Wren's View]

Andy was pacing back and forth infront of the dressing room door, and I was suddenly terrified. I'd never seen my best friend so worked up about anything. Ever. She was muttering to herself like she was rehearsing some kind of script, shaking her head, and sighing. She bit her lip, and sat down with her back against a spare amp. "Damn it."

I set down the last box full of t-shirts, and glanced over at her. "Garrett problems?"

"You probably shouldn't be lifting anything in your condition." Her voice was shaking slightly.

"I'm pregnant, not broken. And don't change the subject." I said, putting my hand on my hips. "Are you guys fighting?"

She shook her head, then looked down at her shoes. She fiddled with the laces of her Nikes, and was trying very hard to keep from meeting my eyes. "Everything's fine. It's just, I don't know. John and Jared were talking in the car, and I don't know...I shouldn't even care what they say, but I do."

"What'd they say?"

"That Garrett and I should've had sex by now."

"It's none of John's fucking business." I snorted. "Don't worry about him. Jared's probably still a virgin too, so he doesn't know what he's talking about. Just because John's a whore, and usually fucks with girls he barely knows doesn't mean he's some kind of relationship expert."

She sighed. "I want to sleep with Garrett."

I didn't know why I was so surprised, but I was. My eyes widened when I looked at my best friend, and I knew she wasn't just saying that because of her idiot ex-boyfriend. I knew she loved Garrett, but ever since Ben's friend raped her, I didn't think she would ever want to give up her virginity. Ever. I felt terribe, I shouldn't be talking. She was eighteen, and definately old enough to decide on her own.

"Is that why you're pacing in front of their door?" I asked, glancing up at the dressing room. You could hear them laughing, and wrestling inside, with no idea that Andy was struggling on the outside. "Garrett's going to understand, you know. You know how much you mean to him."

"I haven't told him I love him." She mumbled. "I don't know if he loves me back."

"You should." I said, eyeing the fans lining up at my merch booth. "Because he does."

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[Andy's View]

I was fighting the lump in my throat, and the knot in my stomach. I was losing-- they were using too many illegal holds. I opened the door without bothering to knock, and Jared let out a girly scream. He was running to the other side of the room, digging around for a pair of pants and a shirt. I rolled my eyes. I truly didn't care. "Where's Garrett?"

Nowhere to be found, apparently. That's where.

"He went looking for you." John said, raising an eyebrow. "You guys have horribe communication."

"Go fuck yourself." I snapped. I could practically hear myself spitting acid at him.

"Andy, I was kidding--" He sputtered. "I'm sorry."

"I don't care, John." I brushed past him, and pushed myself into the hallway. I was completely sick of him at this point. He was one of the best friends I'd ever had, but lately, he would not shut up about Garrett and I. I couldn't take his criticism anymore. He meant too much to me, and what he said hurt to hear.

I continued tearing off down the hallway to get away from him. I pulled open the door to the catering room, and found it empty. The one time Garrett and I weren't attached my the hip, he's on the other fucking side of the world.