4 weeks after Andy's dads heart attack, we moved to our hometown in Denver, Colorado. after we moved into the apartment, we stopped by the old school house. "I remember when I was in 7th grade and you were in 8th. you were a badass. detention every Thursday, I remember they used to got it as a automatic voicemail they used to send to your dad." we both smiled at how young and careless we were then. "you were so quiet and made straight A's, what happened?" Andy said. "parents are judgmental bitches. my brother used to smack me and verbally abused me. my dad left for 4 months on my 11th birthday and I got in a ton of fights. I followed Kim and Jinx to your house right befor my 18th birthday. I knew i could trust you." I said. he smiled and I smiled back as he wrapped his arms around my shoulder. we went back to our tiny apartment when we heard a knock on the door. Andy opened it, made sharp eyes at the person, and slammed the door shut. knock knock. the person did it again. I opened it to see harry and Hannah. "we lost our house and the band mates are in a fight. can we crash here?" he said. he sounded very sorry about what he had done. "come in." I said. Andy glared at me but I mouthed 'you say anything, im out of here.' I like giving second chances. we sat on the couch, as harry tried to say sorry to Andy. Andy, after a 2 hour fight, forgave him. Andy and harry went into the back room. " I was going to purpose to her, on stage that night." said andy. "oh man im so sorry. when are yall back in concert?" "2 months but I cant wait that long." replied Andy.