A Bad Night Turned Around

My family just finished eating dinner and I was getting restless. I've had lots of extra time on my hands lately. I wanted to do something fun for myself, so I told my parents I was going out for a few hours. I hopped in my car and met a friend at the theater.

When I got there, I didn't see her car in the parking lot so I called her to see where she was. "Hey, when will you be here? I just got here and I'll wait for you."

Thankfully, she answers the phone and I can hear people laughing and music playing in the background. "Hey, sorry, something came up and I won't be able to go to the movies with you tonight. But, I hope you have a good time!"

My face falls because I know she is lying to me. She got out of the habit, but now I can see that it's weaving its way back into her life. "Oh, well that sucks. Ok, I'll tell you how the movie is, then, when I see you next."

"Alright, thank you! I have to go, but I'll see you later." I hear the click on the other line, which tells me she's hung up already.

Talking to no one now, I say, "Well, that's just great."

I turn the car off and get out. Slinging my purse over my shoulder, I lock my car. The line to get tickets isn't that long, so I hurry over there to get mine.

Once I find my seat and sit down, I prop my feet on the back of the seat in front of me. The box of popcorn sits on my lap. My drink occupies one of the cup holders. I lean back in my seat and watch the trailers that play before the movie.

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It's now 8:30 at night and I just walked out of the movie theater. The movie I watched got to me because it reflected my life so much. Sometimes it's scary how much something can relate to you. I needed some time to myself before I went back home to my family, so I trudged over to the corner for a few minutes. I slide down the wall and put my face in my hands. Silent sobs take over my whole body and I don't stop them. Soon it turns into full-body wracking cries.

I hear footsteps approach and I start to wipe away the tears that are running down my face. Then I hear the chains. Hear the squeak of Doc Marten combat boots. I hear the voice before I see the person and immediately I know who it is.

"Hi, miss. I was smoking over there and I heard someone crying so I thought I would come over to see what happened. Are you alright?" Andy Biersack says.

Holy shit! Andy Biersack is here! I didn't know he was back in Cincinnati.

Finally looking up from my knees, I look at him and say, "Oh, hi, Andy! I didn't know you were back. Uh, I'm fine now. I just needed a few minutes to myself."

As I tell him the sad story that happened tonight, he slides down the wall next to me. He seems genuine and I know he means his concern.

"Oh shit! I'm very sorry that happened to you. How about we talk about something else to get your mind off of it?"

And so we talk about the most random of things. Both of us are laughing and having a good time. He seems interested in the topics that we talk about. He even adds in his own topics and opinions.

All of a sudden, I feel a few raindrops on my arms. Thunder rolls in the distance. The rain falls harder and harder.

I wish I would have brought a hoodie with me. I shiver in my jeans and t-shirt. Andy sees this and takes his leather jacket off. He helps me up off the ground and drapes the jacket over our shoulders. I smile up at him and thank him.

"You are the most fucking welcome. I would never let a fan get drenched in the rain," he tells me.

Starting to walk down the street, I ask, "Hey, do you wanna go to the cafe that's down the street? Let me buy you a coffee or a hot chocolate."