Trigger warnings: Mentions of eating disorders, vv brief homophobia, depression

I know I said I wouldn't be updating for a while but anyway here bcos I was bored at 11 pm

"Five days," Remington says to Abigail, picking a sandwich apart at the same time. "That's how long Andy's not been talking to me." He pulls a piece of bread off. "I mean...he did say, like, three words, but..." He shrugs. "The new singer for Black Veil Brides is a dick, too."

"You've met him?"

The boy shakes his head. "Stalked him on Instagram last night. He has a new fucking girlfriend every day."

"You can't obsess over it, Remington."

"I'm not obsessing," he insists, "I'm just looking."

Abigail hums, unconvinced. "C'mon, finish your lunch," she prompts.

"He's been to fucking Ibiza like some spoilt, rich kid."

"Remington."

"I'm not obsessing."

"I know you're-"

"Yes, I'm worried. But that doesn't mean I'm obsessing." He reluctantly eats a small bit of the sandwich, huffing when she looks at him, clearly not believing what he's saying. "Fine," he gives in, "I'm fucking obsessing. Is there a problem with that?"

"You know the answer to that."

Remington pouts. "It's not that bad."

"How much have you been thinking about it recently?"

"Not much," he mumbles.

Abigail raises an eyebrow. "And that's why you're not eating, yeah?"

"I am eating."

"Remington," she warns, "I know what happens when we get caught up in something and unfortunately, doll, that's happening right now. So let's step back and remember that whoever this guy is, he's not important to us right now, okay?"

"But he is important," the boy insists, "'cause he's making Andy sad."

"Tell me the most important thing about recovery."

He huffs. "We focus on ourselves," he mumbles, "I know, I know."

Abigail smiles. "Good, so let's do that for a little while," she encourages.

After lunch in the café, Abigail takes Remington for a walk, hugging him and reminding him that he still needs to go to therapy with Jane. He groans in annoyance and says he doesn't like her, that she's too blunt.

Andy wants to spontaneously combust when Kol asks when he'll get to see his 'wife'. All week, he's been putting up with the young singer's childishness. His talk of sex all the time, his terrible grammar, his inability to filter his thoughts before voicing whatever comes to mind first, his glorifying of drugs and alcohol and everything typically 'rockstar'. He makes Andy physically exhausted.

"I don't know when," he says in response to the shallow question. He knows Kol is just hoping he's married to a model who he can have a few fun nights with.

"God knows why she agreed to marry you," Kol says under his breath.

Andy nearly punches him. "Rather me than you," Andy responds with, "God knows anyone with a smidge of intelligence would avoid marrying you."

"You what?" Kol remarks, having been spoken to like royalty for all of his life.

"Okay, well I'm not being fucking funny, mate. You're a nightmare, alright?" The man turns with the intention of crossing the road.

"Says the guy who's been nothing but depressing all week!"

Andy turns back around, frustrated and fed up. "Oh, you're one of them," he realises spitefully.

"One what?"

Laughing humorously, Andy shakes his head. "An idiot."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, come on! Get your big head out of your arse for one second and grow up! You're fronting one of the biggest rock bands and your entire personality is you being a cunt faced dick with zero real fucking skill. Anyone can stand on a stage in fake leather and yell for an hour. You're not special! You're a fucking joke!"

Kol looks at him in shock.

"Fuck me," Andy whispers, pressing his fingers into his temples. "I actually hope you fall from a ledge and crack all your ribs."

"What-"

"Good to know you've done your background research into the band."

"Background research? Into what? A guy who quit the band because he was 'depressed'? Maybe you shouldn't have started it in the first place if you couldn't handle it!"

Andy scoffs and laughs. "How-how-can you get on stage and sing songs about being there for fans when you think depression is something to mock? How do you fucking sleep at night? Oh! Is that why you're always fucking blonde bitches? So you don't have to be alone and think about how much of shitty person you are?"

Kol tries to attack Andy and the man just laughs. "Are you insane?" He asks accusingly.

"You're literally trying to give the guy who's band you stole a black eye, sweet cheeks, might wanna ask yourself that." He pushes the younger away rather harshly and gasps when Kol stumbles right into Remington, who's walking home after the time with Abigail. "Shit, sorry," he says quickly, not to Kol, but to Remington.

"God, you're such a pussy," Kol announces, thinking the apology was for him.

"The fuck is happening?" Remington asks loudly.

"Who the hell are you?"

Remington looks at Kol, alarmed at his rude tone. "Andy's husband, not that it matters. What's going on?" He looks at Andy.

Kol gains a surprised expression. "You're married to that?" He points at the boy offensively. "All this shit about a beautiful wife and you're married to this wannabe emo? This is too good!"

Andy looks at his husband and sees the way his face falls.

"He said he had a wife? You said you had a wife?" Remington looks down for a moment. "Jesus, I know I'm not the most beautiful person but...wow."

"I can agree with that," Kol chimes.

"You can shut the fuck up! That's what you can do!" Andy shouts. "Remington, I didn't-"

"I'm staying with Abigail!" He claims. "Are you really that ashamed of having me that you have to lie about your whole sexuality? A wife, Andy? Really? You really know how to make a boy feel special, huh? Real nice of you, I'm so flattered." He turns on his heels and walks briskly back the way he came in a hope of catching Abigail before she goes.