Yo, Mister B. [Asking Alexandria/Black Veil Brides Fic]

Chapter 6!

Hm, I didn't really know who to dedicate this chapter to. I can't single anyone else out. Not because no one's helped, but because everyone has helped SO MUCH. You all have probably heard this a ton before, but I'm being honest when I say that I couldn't find much in me to continue writing without my fans. Even the silent ones help me out a lot. :)

So, I dedicate this chapter to ALL of you. This is my sixth chapter, which may not seem like much, but it's the most I've gotten with any story, past or present. This is monumental for me, you guys. :'D

The feels are strong within me. xD

Anyhow, I have a mission for my fans. SEND ME SOME ONE-SHOT REQUESTS.

Seriously, I don't have that open because I don't like writing or writing one-shots. Quite the contrary, actually. I've never really been able to keep fueling a plot line for long. That's why one-shots are so easy for me to write, and why Yo, Mister B. is so amazing to me.

Dear ArianaWeasley,

Expect your one-shot within the week. ;D

- Silly Bitch-Woman

The coveted beanie. -------->

:D

Evan is in the external link!

:DDDD

Quote of the day:

If your voice sounds like Shayley's Bourget's, then sing to me. Otherwise, shut the fuck up.

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

-- (comeatmebro) --

The next day, I wasted my time doing what?

That's right, watching Mi Amor, everybody's favorite Spanish soap opera.

"Peña, you fucking skank," I muttered at the computer screen, which showed Peña and Inga making out while Peña was... touching... Hector's... ehem, area.

No, they didn't show it, but it was quite obvious where Peña's stupid hand was.

It was Peña's idea. The triflin' little slut.

Any minute now, I bet Yasmin will walk in on them. Freaking cliched soap opera.

I angrily licked my peanut butter off of a spoon, glaring at the trio of tan people.

I began yelling at the screen again when Yasmin, lo and behold, walked in on their... threesome.

However, instead of running out of the room whilst crying like Yasmin usually does, she picked up the nearest lamp and threw it at the three rabbits.

"Yeah! You go girl! Beat some ass!" I continued yelling at the screen as Yasmin gave Peña the best right hook I have ever seen one Mexican woman give to another.

A knock on my door interrupted the best moment of victory of my entire life.

Seriously, I was having a better victory moment than my graduation.

You have to remember, Inga, Peña, and Hector's beatings are five seasons overdue.

I grumbled a bit angrily at having my soap interrupted, pausing Netflix and rolling my swivel chair across the hardwood floor of the living room over to the door.

What? I didn't feel like getting up.

I opened the door and was faced with a white arrow.

A white arrow.