Andy had gotten back home to find himself in the same old situation, although he didn't realize how terrible it was. He was broke more than half the time because he always gave his money to his wife for shopping trips. She always told him she thought he didn't love her, and how he never felt like she was his world. So he started letting her take his money, even if it meant he barely had enough o buy his own things. Because if Juliet left him, what would he be? Oh how he loved her, he could not stand the thought of loosing her.

But living as a rock star didn't give him enough money to keep himself up as Juliet was his number one priority. After she began spending his money he'd needed to take up a second job, his boss was a jerk and often kept him over nights so Andy wouldn't get any sleep for several days. But it was to keep Juliet in his life, and he'd do anything for her to stay and to receive her approval from her.

If he didn't she would hate him, if he didn't she would leave him. He would never want her to and he was ever so afraid to loose her...

"Why do I always have to clean this house? I come home from tour and find this place a fucking mess!" She shouted one day as she came in the door and knocked over a fake plant, something that had grown dirty anyway and probably needed to be thrown out. As the dust flew into the air she was trying to waft it away but ended up sneezing anyway. "Humph, if i knew i was going to marry a slob..." she grumbled

Andy looked around his eyes had dark circles under them from working to keep her happy and loving him. And he grimaced, he couldn't loose her... "Babe, I'm sorry I didn't realize you felt so stressed out, I'll do the house work Jules. It's no big deal." Andy said somewhat frantically his stomach dropping as she simply huffed and went up the stairs to put the new clothes she had bought in her closet.

Trying to make amends, as Juliet seemed to hate him as she ignored him for the rest of the evening he cleaned everything and even went as far as to shake out the rugs and re polish the wooden floors. In fact he stayed up all night doing it, and by morning he made her breakfast and tried to apologize.

"Andy! What the hell I can't eat this!" She said as she picked at a very slightly burnt piece of toast. "God you can't even make toast right." She said and got up to go to the studio. Andy's face fell as he watched her go... he hadn't meant to upset her further...

He came home from work late that day, and was questioned and berated about weather of not he was cheating on Juliet. He begged and pleaded telling her he loved her and how he would never cheat on her. Only to revive a slap to the face and for a slight woman of her height it was strong enough to stun him.

"If i even SEE YOU talking or looking at another woman we are through Andy!" She said and then stormed upstairs and slammed the bedroom door shut.

And to that Andy's heart shattered, was he that terrible? After that, Andy didn't go out without Juliet, much to the annoyance to the other band members as they wanted a specifically all male night for once. But Andy never came with them and it was starting to look weird that he never came with anymore.

Andy took the opportunities he so often had to go out, to instead improve his home and try to gain Juliet's affections back leaving him with barely enough time to get some good sleep into his schedule.

But no matter what he did it was always wrong, he hadn't cleaned something, he didn't give Juliet enough money to buy her new outfit she wanted; nothing he did was right and it always broke him to think he wasn't good enough for her. Often she would berate him on a spot or two on the floor he'd missed or on the way he cooked for her. If he tried to argue she would slap him and tell him to shut up.

"Awe, babe the place looks so nice! And thank you for the shopping trip!" She said walking in the door one evening after a shopping trim for what felt like the fifth time that week.

"No problem lovely." Andy said smiling as widely as his features would allow, maybe he'd finally gained back her affections. His heart lifted did she finally love him again?

She giggled and kissed his cheek leaving to put her new clothes away. Andy smiled he was aching and tired and all he wanted to do was take a break and eat. He went to the immaculate kitchen and grabbed the first thing he saw (a bag of vegan Doritos) and started to eat as he was ravenous at this point.

"Hey babe... have you gained some weight?" He turned to see his beautiful wife giving him a critical eye. As he had a few chips in his mouth now and had been unintentionally stuffing his mouth with them (A/N: have you ever seen a teen guy eat ships? Like that.).

"Um..." he swallowed back his food, "I don't know." he said looking at her his tomach dropping again a nauseated and sick feeling taking over his chest. Did she not love him because of his size?

"Hmm... you have gotten fat. I think we ought to start you on a diet." She said, harshly grabbing the chips and throwing them roughly into the garbage bin.

"A-alright what ever you think is best." he said, he only wanted her love and approval and he'd do anything to get it at this point.

The next few months he was allowing himself very very little, and with new recordings he wasn't getting any sleep, and Juliet wanted him to spend more time with her. He'd started to clean the house in the late evening and early morning hours and would hardly have time to eat because he was so busy cooking for and pampering his absolutely beautiful wife. He'd started walking to work (because he'd had to quit his second job for the recording studio) to save money so he could give her what she needed to do her shopping.

He'd started to have dizzy spells lately and he'd been seeing black spots too, he'd been asked over and over by his band mates wether or not he was okay but would shoo them off telling them he was fine. He had trouble keeping himself warm in the usual clothes he wore and started to wear longer sleeves inside so he wouldn't freeze to death from the AC.

He got up off the short break from cleaning and went to take a warm shower then changed so he would look decent at the recording studio. He wanted to get there early as some new equipment was coming in, and he and his band mates had volunteered to come in and help.

He walked sluggishly along, he didn't feel very great and he was starting to feel his chest constrict and his mind go fuzzy. Trudging inside the studio he clung to a wall for support and tried to blink away the black spots in his vision.

"Andy? Andy what happened, what's going on?" someone asked taking his shoulders, but Andy's vision went out and he couldn't remember anymore.