Bulletproof (BVB and PTV fanfic!)

Chapter 3

So heres another chapter. I know they are kind of short, but thats all I can do for now. Life is fucking insane.

Continue with the story! 

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"You can never control a wild heart, no matter how hard you try." -Christian Coma

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Erica's POV

I was making small talk with Tyler when the rest of the crowd started chanting. I looked up towards the stage to see that the band was about to come out. I looked over at Tyler and he was grinning ear to ear, his foot was bouncing, and he looked highly excited. I guess he really loves this band.

He looked over at me and smiled even wider, if that's even possible. "Are you ready to see the best fucking band in the entire history of ever?" ,he asked me while bouncing on the balls of his feet. I laughed at his giddiness and nodded.

"I guess. If you're this excited then they can't be that bad right?" ,I replied. I mean, if all of these people showed up to see just one band, they had to be at least somewhat good musicians.

The chanting got louder and the people up front started screaming. They were the ones that could see a little bit of the side stage area and I think were able to see the band getting ready. Just as I was about to tell Tyler that I was actually a little excited about this, the crowd went wild and I could see 5 people make their way out onto the stage.

They were all skinny, but the guy who appeared to be the lead singer was really tall, and from what I could see, slightly muscular. The two guys with guitars both had really long hair, but one was shorter, seemingly the shortest out of all of them. The guy who was carrying a bass guitar was shirtless, with a large tattoo across his stomach that I couldn't make out from where we were standing. He looked a little bit like a girl and I would probably think he was if he wasn't shirtless. The drummer was jumping around behind the drum set and making crazy faces. He looked like the weirder one of the group. 

The entire band was dressed in leather, and wore make-up, like the designs I have been seeing on people in the crowd. They were kind of scary looking, but at the same time, really awesome. I looked at Tyler and he was basically complete fanboy-ing over the entire thing. He turned to look at me expectantly, and I nodded my head and smiled. I was already liking this band, and had completely forgotten about what had happened earlier, and the fact that I'm not even supposed to be here.

The taller guy on stage walked up to the microphone. "Are you guys ready to rock this fucking place?!" I screamed with the rest of the crowd, getting caught up in the adrenaline. "Alright.. LET'S GO!" He screamed the last two words and the first song of the night began. Tyler started to pull me to the front during the middle of the concert. I saw a big group of people frantically jumping and smashing into another. I looked at Tyler confused. "MOSHPIT!", he has to scream for me to hear it. He made a gesture, asking if I wanted to participate, and I just shrugged and joined in. I was having the time of my life, until some bigger guy slammed me into the ground and stepped on my ribs. I cried out, but it was cut short when he kicked my head. Man, this guy just fucking hates me I guess. I tried to call for Tyler, but my voice, along with everything else faded from my hearing.

I blacked out.

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Tyler's POV 

Erica was amazing. She was pretty and everything I could hope for in a best friend. I would so ask her out, if I wasn't gay that is. Yeah, I'm into guys and dicks and stuff, so what. Big fucking deal. Get over it.