Gravity

Andy watched as Kennedy waltzed across the bar, taking shots like it was water. "What's got you looking so down?" Ashley asked. He had left the girls to drink their cocktails as he sat down next to his friend.

"Look at her," Andy nodded his head to Kennedy, "She's not the same. She never would have worn something like that. And she's drinking like she's at some kind of college party."

Ashley raised an eyebrow at him, "But she looks so happy," Ashley nodded.

"You know she was crying in her bus the other day?" Andy turned to him, "She cries a lot more than you think she does. So why is she walking around acting like something she's not?"

"Well, why do you care?" Ashley asked.

Andy stopped. He looked away, "Doesn't everyone? I mean, she's Kennedy. Everyone loves Kennedy," He said.

Ashley put a hand on his shoulder, "Maybe someone just needs to tell her that," He said and walked away.

Andy looked between Kennedy and CC. They were on opposite sides, and CC was talking to a girl in jeans and a tight low cut top. His eyebrows furrowed as Kennedy didn't even seem bothered. She just ordered another round of shots for her and Dee. Dee, however, wasn't drinking as much as her friend, but was still getting drunk.

It wasn't long until CC took hold of the girls hand, leading her out the back door. Andy shook his head, "Unbelievable," He muttered.

"Don't you want to dance!?" Kennedy shouted at her friend and grabbed her hand, leading her out to the dance floor. They immediately started swaying with each other, laughing as they did so. Kennedy felt her dress go up over her thigh a little more, but she didn't care. She was having too much fun. She was young, beautiful, and loving life. She had every right to dance the way she wanted.

She didn't even care when she tripped, her vision blurred from so much alcohol, and fell to the hardwood floor. She laughed, tears pricking her eyes as Dee attempted to help her up, but was also too drunk to do anything productive.

Andy had seen enough. Kennedy was on the ground, her lacey black underwear peeking from under her dress. Her long legs tangled as she attempted to stand, laughing the whole time. He stood. Obviously CC wasn't there to take care of his girlfriend, so someone else had to.

"Kennedy, c'mon. It's time to go," Andy said, leaning down to grab hold of Kennedy's hands.

"But it's still early!" She protested with a giggle. She was so drunk she didn't even know it was Andy talking to her.

Shaking his head, Andy pulled her up, "It's late. You need to get back. Let's go," He said.

"I don't want to!" She whined, another string of laughter following.

"I'm not fucking kidding, Kennedy!" Andy snapped and tossed one of her arms over his shoulders and slipped his arm around her waist, leading her outside. No one really noticed, because everyone else kept on drinking.

When they got outside, Andy realized just how hard it was for Kennedy to walk. He sighed, as she stumbled again, and caught her before she could collide with the cement. He helped her stand up, and pulled her dress down a little more, before placing one arm behind her knees, and the other around her waist. He lifted her with ease, as she was much lighter than Kat, and she leaned her head against the leather of his jacket.

She giggled at the feel of his cool fingers on her skin. His fingertips were poking through the cutout pieces of her dress, cooling down her hot skin. She still had no idea who was carrying her, "This isn't you," Andy said softly.

"It's never me," She stated, slightly slurred, "It's always someone else, and never me," She replied.

"CC left with a girl. You should probably be prepared to not sleep in his room tonight," He warned and she giggled.

"Why would I care what CC does? I never sleep in his room," She said and he looked down at her.

"Because he's your boyfriend. You love him."

She shook her head furiously, a smile on her face, "No! CC's my friend. He's not my boyfriend. He only said that because of Kat," She said and Andy stopped.

"Kat?"

"Yeah, as in Andy's girlfriend," She attempted to make quotation signs, but failed. Andy raised an eyebrow.

"What about Kat?"

"You know!" She rolled her eyes, "Kat's just so mean to me and CC's my friend. Kat's also my friend, and so she made me promise not to tell Andy anything."

"Tell Andy what?" Andy demanded. Panic set in, and he had an idea of what it would be.

"About CC and Jake! Of course, CC would never sleep with Kat, and she was pissed. Jake was drunk, though. Like me!" She giggled, and Andy started walking again, fire burning inside him.

"And why was Kat so mean, huh?" He asked as he waited to cross the street.

"Oh, because I'm not pretty. I'm not pretty and I don't have big boobs and a big butt like her. Kat always has to be prettier than everyone else. Only because it's what's keeping her with Andy," She said.

Andy felt something in the pit of his stomach. Something changed inside him. He never felt as stupid as he did in that moment. He never realized how ugly Kat truly was.

Andy approached the buses, but thought it was unwise to leave Kennedy by herself. And seeing as CC wasn't really her boyfriend, he didn't find it a problem if he stayed in the bus with her. She had fallen asleep on his shoulder once they reached the door and he looked down at her. He took in her face. She was peaceful enough as she slept, but he could see traces of worry below her eyes. He sighed and balanced Kennedy with one arm and opened the bus, stepping inside and taking careful steps so she wouldn't hit her head on the cramped bus.

She groaned when he set her down on the couch, her head sinking into the pillow. He looked down at her, and reached forward again to pull her dress down so she wouldn't be so exposed, "What happened to you?" He asked softly, but he knew he wouldn't get an answer.

"Why are you my friend?" Kennedy asked, opening her eyes. Andy looked over to her, shocked, and sat down beside her.

"Because I care about you," He said softly.

"Why would anyone? It's because I'm pretty now, huh?" She asked, beginning to sway, but her voice small as ever.

"You've always been pretty, Ken. I always tell you that."

"No one ever showed it."

Kennedy looked over to him, her big eyes staring into Andy's. He looked away, knowing very well what would happen if he kept his eyes connected with hers. He couldn't stop his heart from beating faster and faster, "You won't even look at me," She whispered.

Andy had it. He looked up, getting lost in her hazel orbs. He couldn't stop himself as he brought a hand up, resting it behind her neck. He took in her beauty. He didn't understand how one person could be so flawless and perfect. He couldn't believe she existed. He pulled her into him and he crashed his lips into hers. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer as he worked his tongue to dance with hers. He let out a content sigh. He was in heaven- finally.

He wanted everything about her. He ran his hands through her hair, down her sides. He ran his fingertips across her cheeks. He wanted to never let this moment end.

And suddenly it was over.

He pulled away when Kennedy stopped kissing back. Her eyes had closed and she fell limp. The alcohol had knocked her out cold- this time for good. He knew she wouldn't be waking up until the morning. He couldn't help but let out a little chuckle at the situation. So he gently set her down on the couch, her head resting on a pillow. He leaned over her, pressing a final kiss to her lips before resting his forehead on hers, "Will you ever know how much I care about you?" He asked.

Andy sat back down on the couch, running a hand through his hair. Despite how happy he was with what he had just done with Kennedy, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He knew, from what Kennedy had said earlier, that Kat had done some not so-faithful things. Still, he loved her. She was a large part of his life, and he couldn't shake the guilt from his shoulders. He couldn't help but feel so guilty for feeling so right with Kennedy.

He sighed and walked over to the kitchen area. He sat down at the small table and reached into his pocket to grab his phone. He didn't care how late it was, he needed answers from Kat. He put his hand in the pocket, and along with his phone, found the most recent letter Kat had written.

He pulled both out, and examined the letter in his hands, tossing it around in his hands. He figured he would read one more before calling Kat, just for old times sake. He knew deep down things weren't going to end well in his relationship, and he was trying to hold on to every good memory he had.

He opened it, sighing, and took the letter out. It looked like it had been tossed in with a hurry, the pages bent. He unfolded it, confused. It wasn't addressed to him. In fact, it wasn't a letter. Certain words were scribbled out and it looked an awful lot like lyrics. He smiled, wondering if Kat had written a song for him.

Something always brings me back to you...

Andy dropped the paper, looking over at Kennedy asleep. He turned back to the paper, reading on. It was the same song Kennedy had been singing the day he saw her crying.

Suddenly, he remembered all of the papers en envelopes he had seen as he put Kennedy in bed the previous night. He stood up quickly, rushing to the bunks and tossing the curtains open. He found her bunk, seeing papers everywhere. He sifted through them, seeing all of the letters between him and Kat for the whole time he had been on tour, some even dating back to the first few months of his relationship. Her laptop was open, her email still logged on and he saw they had all been from Kat.

He turned, throwing the letters to the floor. He felt hot, wanting to punch something. He threw his fist into the wall of the bus, not doing much damage, but hurting his hand in the process.

He wasn't sure what was happening. He wasn't sure if Kat had been lying for two years, or if Kennedy had made up a story of Kat cheating. He was confused, angry, and exhausted.

Andy did the only thing he could do. He made himself comfortable on Kennedy's bed and began to read every single letter.