I always hated walking home alone. It was just another typical weekday, walking home from my part time job in pitch black. Los Angeles is possibly the worst place for a girl to walk home alone in complete darkness. The only good part was that for the 4 blocks from work to my house, I got to have much needed alone time. I had one headphone in and was listening to my favorite band; Black Veil Brides. Andy Biersack had been my idol since the first time I listened to one of their songs. No matter how alone I felt, they always made me feel like I was part of a family that didn’t hate me. I took the same route that I always did, but this time, I saw something I wasn’t supposed to. As I turned the corner onto my street, I saw a mugging in progress. I hid in the bushes and did the only thing I could; attempt calling the cops. But it was too late for that. The man was already getting away with some lady’s purse. As he came closer, I thought about what I could do. I did the first thing that came to mind. When the mugger came around the corner, I clothes lined him. He fell to the ground with a loud thud and an “Umph!” I took the lady’s purse off of him and hit him repeatedly across the face with it until he was unconscious. I walked over to the lady and handed her the purse. She took it from me with a terrified look and ran away. I walked back over to the unconscious mugger. I had broken his nose and bruised his face pretty badly. I took his phone and called the police. “911 what is your emergency?” I heard from the other end. “There’s a man beaten up pretty badly at the corner of Raven Avenue and King Boulevard,” I said. “An ambulance will be there as soon as possible,” I heard from the other end of the line before I hung up. I let out a sigh as I wiped down the phone and threw it back at him. I didn’t want the police to come looking for me if they get involved in this. I began walking down the street towards my house before I realized that I had left my phone back at the store. “Shit!” I swore under my breath. “I began walking back towards the store once again. I wouldn’t mind the dark if there weren’t creeps around every corner. I got back there without anyone trying to rob me. I walked in the back door and went over to my locker. I opened it and sure enough, my phone was there. I picked it up and looked at it, seven missed calls. I knew who they were from before I even looked at it. I slammed my locker and walked out the back door. I went to stand under a floodlight at the back door of some record company building. Five rings and then voicemail, she was asleep. My mother was going to kill me when I got home. As I was about to make another call, the door swung open and knocked me over. “Fuck,” I swore aloud as I sat up. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there,” a familiar voice said. I looked up and saw him, the absolutely perfect Andy Biersack. “I-its ok,” I managed to stutter out. My heart was racing and I could feel that I was shaking. He held out his hand to help me up. “I really am sorry. Usually nobody stands around here at this time of night,” he said in that perfect voice. “It’s fine really. I forgot my phone at the shop next door and had to come back to get it,” I said, surprised my voice wasn’t shaking like the rest of me. “How far away do you live?” he asked. “Only four blocks,” I said, almost too eagerly. “Well the least I can do is walk you home,” he said, and then he smiled that insane smile that drove everyone insane. We began walking towards my house. I almost couldn’t believe this was really happening. “So, have you ever heard of Black Veil Brides?” he asked casually, trying not to seem too obvious. “Yeah, I absolutely LOVE their music, Andy,” I said nervously. “So you’re a fan, eh? I almost didn’t think you were. You didn’t scream and try to attack me the second you saw me,” he said with a chuckle. “Well I know it must get annoying having crazy fans always attacking you,” I said. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t mind if you attacked me with hugs,” he said playfully. I blushed. “You must feel so lame, hanging out with a nobody like me,” I said, half joking. “You aren’t a nobody. And besides, being a somebody isn’t all that great. You have to put up with people who think they’re too good to breathe the same air as you,” he said. I laughed quietly. “Whoever told you that you’re a nobody was wrong and had no right to label you because you aren’t afraid to be yourself, “he said. I smiled at him. “We’re almost to my house,” I said, not wanting this conversation or this night to end. When we got there, he walked me up to my door. As he was walking away, he turned around and blew me a kiss. I smiled and laughed quietly to myself. I watched him walk away, counting every step he took. When he was out of sight, I unlocked my door and walked inside. The house was dark. It took my eyes a second to adjust before I could see silhouettes of the furniture because of the moonlight slightly gleaming through the window. I walked up the stairs quietly and entered my bedroom. I fell onto my bed and thought about what had just happened. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.
