I Hope You Like The Stars I Stole For You (Pierce The Veil)

A/N Okay so um...hi guys! This is my first fanfiction so I really hope you guys like it!! I love Pierce The Veil so I wanted to write something about it ;)

Just to let you know the story starts in September 2007 (about a year after PTV release A Flair For The Dramatic) so that's the time period :)

And this story will probably be incredibly cliche and stuff. But I like that stuff :D so I promise I'll only write what I would want to read myself.

And there's a picture of Ebony Lancaster, the main character over there ---->

Okay on with the story! Enjoy :)

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EBONY'S P.O.V

“That’ll be $37.99, thanks,” I smile, holding out my hand. The old woman opens her purse, and looks for the correct amount of change.

“Sorry, dear,” she says, embarrassed. “I do have it in here somewhere.”

“No worries,” I sigh. “I have all day.” I realize this probably sounds a bit rude, but the old woman doesn’t seem to have heard me.

I rub my eyes, trying to wake up. I let out a yawn, and check the cheap clock on the wall. 5:15am. I have 9 hours left before my shift is up. I let out another yawn, mixed with a sigh. This is just another day, some people might think – but I think every day is a wonder. There’s always something new to learn, new people to meet, new opportunities to take. Sure, I haven’t had very many opportunities lately, but that just means when I do get a really good one, it’ll all be worth it.

It’ll be worth all the long hours working at this service station in the middle of the highway. Yeah, I work at a service station. It was the only job available to me – no-one wants to take a high school dropout. It’s not my fault – school never interested me. Besides, I wanted a career in the music industry – you didn’t need trigonometry for that.

Since I left high school back in 2002 at the age of 17, I’ve been trying to catch a break with a record company. But no one really wants to give me a chance – they see little me, purple hair and all, with my small guitar and immediately don’t see me as marketable. Which is apparently all they look for these days. I’m yet to find a record company who really wants to sell my music for my talents alone. Oh well – it’ll hopefully happen one day. Until then, I’m happy working at the service station – you can meet some interesting people on the morning shift that’s for sure! The pay isn’t as good as I would like, but it gets me through. I can pay the bills so that’s all I can hope for, I guess.

I’m staring out the window, admiring the splendid sunrise when I see a white van pull up. It’s blasting A Letter From Janelle by Chiodos, one of my favourite songs at the moment. I can’t help but tap my foot – these guys, whoever they are, have a good taste in music.

The old lady scoffs. “Young kids and their music. They should listen to some Johnny Cash – now THAT’S real music.” I smile politely. This is what I do every time someone expresses their dislike of post-hardcore – just smile politely, wishing they could understand how amazing it is. However, the fact that it’s a relatively underground genre at the moment makes it all the more exciting when you find another fan.