When Lace Meets Leather. (An Andy Biersack FanFic)

***ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW***

Cincinnati's School for Creative and Preforming Arts.

That was the name for my new high school in Cincinnati, Ohio. I've lived here ever since I could remember and its hard to think I'm starting my freshman year, this year, in 2005.

Before entering the main doors, I quickly fixed my razor-cut dyed black hair that I had woke up early this morning to straighten. I opened the doors to find the hallway void of any noise, motion, or people for that matter. I took out my cell phone and checked the time- 7:30- I'm a little early. That's pretty rare considering how much I sleep in.

As I walked down the barren hallway, the only sound I heard were my black converse sneakers hitting the floor. I looked down at my schedule again. Room 123 was my homeroom, but I had plenty of time to spare.

I took out my Ipod and plugged the ear buds in. I eventually chose Poison Apples by Motley Crue. I nodded my head along to the music for who knows how long.

Near the middle of the song, I felt someones hand on my back pushing me to the ground. I hit the ground and my books scattered all across the hallway.

"That's what you get, emo!" Said the one of two Jocks who had pushed me to the ground.

"Yeah, fag, why don't you go cut yourself!!"

I ignored them and went to stand back up before I was pushed against one of the lockers with the jock's hand balled around the neck of my 'Misfits' T-Shirt. I tried to push him away but he was about twice my size in weight. He raised his right arm and aimed it for my face. Without thinking I kicked him where it counts(If you know where I mean) and he fell to the ground, dropping me onto the cold floor.

I saw the jocks retreat but I fell nothing close to victory as I clutched my right arm that had braced my fall.

"Damn, that hurts." I said to myself

I scrambled to get my books and binders that were scattered around the floor. Seniors passed by without even a second glance, stepping on my belongings and not even bothering to pick them up. I finally gathered all of my things and- Wait, wheres my song book?! I checked the floor and my bag again for the notebook that contained all of the lyrics, songs, poems, and doodles but found nothing.

I saw a pair of purple and black converse walk up beside me as I was still croutched on the floor. I looked up past the black skinny jeans and 'Danzing' T-shirt to have my eyes meet the most beautiful girl id ever seen.

Her pale, almost translucent face was blemish-free and smooth. Her lips were a light frosty pale rose color and were curved up into a half smile that was sweet but still said 'I could kick your ass'. Her long black razor-cut hair had ice-blue steaks and was adorned with a grey slouchy beanie. The thing that stuck out the most to me was her gun metal grey eyes that held just the smallest tint of light blue, were wide open and lined with a smoky eye liner.

I snapped out of it and shook my head, realizing that she held my song book. I stood up quickly and grabbed my bag.

"Hey, I'm Lacey. You must be Andy!" She said with a bright smile, that showed her perfectly white teeth.

"Uh, yeah. How did you know?" I said, my voice breaking slightly.

She giggled. It was so cute!

"Well, I figured this was your notebook, since I don't see anyone else looking for their things. Ooh, and your name is written on it!" She giggled again.

"Oh, well, yeah. I guess that makes sense." I smiled and scratched the back of my head.

"By the way, I didn't read it, if that's what you were wondering!:"