Trigger Warning: Vv brief mentions of abuse 

"Did you have to look at me like that today?" 

Remington looked towards Andy, who was standing in the doorway of his room, visibly unhappy. "What?" He asked. 

"No. Don't do that. Don't make me feel crazy for something you know you did. Remington. Come on." 

"Protesting isn't going to do anything." 

"Who told you that?" 

"It's obvious. They don't care what we think, they're gonna do what they want. One rich white man who makes dresses for other rich white men yelling for everyone to take a stand isn't going to change anything. It's not rocket science." 

"Wow. Okay. If you want to handle your fears by insulting me, then that's fine. Go ahead, I don't care. It's not like I value your opinion or anything." 

"You're going to get nowhere." 

"I'm sorry, Remington, but where are you getting this idea that it's all useless from? Because right now, over twenty million people have signed the petition in less that four hours, there are literally thousands, if not millions of people outside right now, gathering to protest against something that, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, is going to ruin your life. But sure. It's going nowhere and we're all a bunch of hopeful losers, right?" 

"Why are you talking to me like I've done something wrong? I've not done anything." 

"Exactly. You've not done anything. I'm doing so much to help you, and all you're doing is giving me nasty looks and insulting me." 

"You're not doing it to help me, you're doing it to help yourself." 

"I'm not the one who's about to get shipped off to a stranger." 

"It's all look at me, I'm Andrew Biersack, I can make all your dreams come true because I'm such a genius. Well guess what, Andrew, you're not a genius, you're just fucking living in dreamland. No one is going to do anything, because they don't fucking care. Don't you see that? You could get the whole fucking world to sign the petition, they won't do anything. Stop wasting everyone's time and energy on it." 

"Are you hearing yourself right now? Remington, you're speaking out of your arse. Why don't you care? The new law is going to ruin your life, and what? You're just going to let it? For what? Remington, for what? Because you're too proud to go out there and join in with the protests? Because you're too scared to think about it? Guess what? We're all scared. But at least we're doing something with that fear. At least we're trying. Why won't you try, Remington?" 

"I'm not going to stand in the street shouting 'fuck you' or whatever for hours, Andy. I'm not a crazy person. Just accept that they control us and move on." 

"What the hell is up with you?"

"Up with me? You're the one fucking up your reputation."

"What the fuck..." Andy shook his head. He couldn't think of what else to say, so he turned and left. 

* * * 

Nearly midnight. Andy drove into town, parked on the curb, opened the boot of his car, and shouted into the megaphone he'd brought with him, "Free water, blankets, and umbrellas! Keep safe everyone! No violence!" Already, reporters were making their way towards him, and he said, "Please, leave a path for people to get to the supplies." 

"Andrew Biersack, what are the plans for tonight?" Asked one reporter, holding a microphone towards him. 

"Well," he began. "We're going to make so much noise that they won't be able to sleep. Ruin their night until they give us back our freedom." Then, turning to the group of protestors who were approaching, "Please. Help yourselves. One each. When they're gone, they're gone. Share umbrellas and blankets if you can." 

"Are you effected personally by the law?" The same reporter asked. 

Leaning int the microphone, Andy said, "Yes. I have a husband who they are threatening to take from me, and I love him very much. I can't bear to think he'll be forced into a marriage where he may be victim to abuse. I absolutely think that this new law is edging on straight up fucking insane. No one benefits from this. Not a single person. I see no point in it whatsoever, and honestly, I believe the law-makers are doing this because they're bored. Fuck them all! Fuck every single one of the slimy bastards! Cunts, all of them! I hope they're watching, so they can hear this for themselves. You're all a bunch of fucking cowardice cunts! Go to hell!" 

A loud cheer. 

"So tonight, we show them what we think, and we don't stop until they stop. Stop playing with us, stop ruining millions of lives without reason. Fuck them all, everyone be safe, there are paramedics on fifth avenue corner for anyone who needs them. And for those elsewhere in the country also protesting tonight, I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, and I wish you all the best! I love you so much, look after yourselves and others, thank you!" He turned his attention from the multiple cameras onto the fast-growing crowd forming in the town centre. "Last call for water, blankets, and umbrellas!" He yelled into the megaphone.

Ten minutes later, lead by Andy, they were making their way slowly through the streets, some with megaphones of their own, others with booming blue-tooth speakers, most with banners. 

When Abigail found her way to him, she said, "I'm proud of you, Biersack. Give me the megaphone." Andy did, and she started chanting, to which others quickly joined. 

Andy talked frequently to the reporters than were walking beside him, repeating that they weren't going to stop until something changed and that the rule-makers were cowardice bastards, and for the whole night, Remington didn't show up.

Somehow, that was the worst outcome Andy could think of.