A Dream That Almost Came True (a Andy Biersack Fanfic^.^)

Chapter 2. A amazing day with my hero

I was awaked the next morning by sunlight shining thought my window. I sat up and realized that I never changed

out of yesterday's clothes. I checked all the pockets in my skinny jeans before

throwing them into the hamper along with my shirt. I put my Spongebob boxers

and an old The Offspring shirt and went downstairs to eat cereal while watching

my Saturday morning cartoons. My mom works twelve-hour shifts during the week

and all weekend so I know that I can sit peacefully and watch cartoons without

her nagging me and pointing out all of my flaws. After I finished my cereal, I

went back upstairs to get a book out of my backpack. When I opened it, I saw a

piece of paper in front of the book. I picked it up and looked at it. Andy

Biersack 978-880-5462. He slipped his phone number in my backpack. When the

hell'd he do that? I couldn't believe I had his phone number in my hand. I

picked up my cell phone and put in his contact. I stared at the phone for a

little before it finally sunk in. I let out a screech of joy. I was about to

text him when reality struck; what if he's busy? What if he thinks I'm annoying?

What if it's a fake number? As all of these questions piled up inside my mind, I

heard the doorbell ring. I walked down the stairs and looked through the peep

hole. He was standing outside of my front door looking as handsome as ever

without even trying. I opened the door and he looked at me. "I like your

boxers," he said with a strait face. I looked like crap while he looked like an

angel. "Thanks," I said, regretting not trying to look better. "Well are you

going to get dressed or are we just going to stand around?" he asked. "Where are

we going?" I asked. "It's a surprise,"he said smiling that devilish little

smile of his. I went up to my room to get dressed. The best thing I could find

was a pair of acid wash red skinny jeans and a Warped Tour t-shirt. I brushed my

shoulder-length brown hair and teased the bangs and top. I put a little bit of

eye liner on and walked downstairs. He was standing there, looking like he

always does; perfect. "Nice shirt," he said as he grabbed my hand and drug me

out of my house. "Aren't you worried people will notice you?" I said. "No. Not

once I'm disguised," he said as we headed toward the downtown area. He slipped

on a skater hat and shoved all his hair inside of it. He then took out a pair of

non-prescription glasses and put them on. He looked completely different, but

still too handsome to be just anybody. But then again, a lot of people try to

look like rock stars, so I'm sure no one will notice. "Where are we going?" I

asked as we approached the local theatre."I hope you like scary movies," he

said. He bought two tickets to Insidious. We walked into the theatre it was

playing in and picked our seats. No one else was there, so he decided to start

singing one of his many amazing acoustic songs; The Mortician's Daughter. I knew

the words, but I was too shy to even think about singing with him. So instead I

listened to his amazing voice sing the most beautiful song ever written. As he

got to the middle of the song, we heard the door open and a group of girls in

Victoria's Secret clothes ran into the theatre and picked the front row seats. A few

minutes later, a group of boys about the same size walked in and sat behind the

girls. I knew them all from school. They were seniors, I was only a junior.

More people started coming in and before we knew it the place was packed. The

movie trailers started and the lights dimmed. After about eight or so trailers,

the movie finally started. I was terrified for the entire movie. I was curled

up in a ball in my chair, holding Andy's hand the whole time. After the movie,

we went back to my house. When we walked in the door, he took his hat off. His

hair was all over the place, but still perfect. He took his glasses off and his

bright blue eyes seemed to glow. I gave him a tour of my average house and we

eventually ended up in the basement. It didn't really have much except for the

drum set, bass, two guitars, keyboard, and microphone that were my father's

before he disappeared one night. We don't really know what happened to him, he

just seemed to evaporate into thin air. Andy picked up a guitar and began

shredding on it. "Where's the bathroom?" he asked after he finished his wicked

shredding. "Upstairs, the second door to the left," I said. After I was sure he

was upstairs, I picked up the microphone and began singing The Mortician's

Daughter. I got to the first chorus and then Andy chimed in. I almost dropped

the microphone and I began to blush. "Why'd you stop?" he asked. "You surprised

me. I don't like to let people hear me sing," I said. "Why not? You're really

good," he said as he smiled an innocent smile at me. "The last time I tried to

sing in front of people I got things thrown at me, booed off the stage, and I

got picked on. They said things like "emo" and "goth" and "cutter" and "you

suck"," I said as the memories of the pain came back. He walked over to me and

gave me the hug I needed. I began to quietly cry on his shoulder. "Never let anyone else define who you are. I can't believe they did that to you," he said.

Just then, my phone rang. "It's my mom," I said nervously. "I better get

going," he said. "Wait! Here's my phone number just incase you ever need

something," I said. He took it and smiled. He walked out the door and waved

goodbye as he was walking down the walkway. I waved back, wishing he didn't

have to go. As soon as he was gone, I went up to my room and began reading my

book. Ten minutes later, I heard my mom pull in the driveway, the car door

slam, and the front door open. "Emily? Are you home?" she called from

downstairs. "Yes mother," I replied. "That's a shock. Considering you didn't

come home last night," she said. "I was almost home when I realized I had

forgotten my phone in my locker to I went back to get it," I said, trying my

best not to explode on her. "I'm sure you did," she said in an unbelieving

voice. I ignored her and locked my door. I laid back down and before I knew it, I was asleep.