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

Chapter 3. He saved me..

I awoke the next day at around noon. I decided to go do some shopping since we were out of about everything

except vodka and blunts (my mother's). I walked to the supermarket and bought

some good food. I heard my phone ring and looked at it. Andy's name popped up.

I opened the text message and we started a conversation. I checked out and went

back home. It was only about 1:45 then and my mom didn't get home until about

7. Andy and I texted each other until 11:30 before I said I was tired and had

to go. I was so tired, yet so content at the same time. All my mother had done

since she got home was drink and smoke (which means she left me alone). I went

to sleep, dreading school the next morning.

I awoke the next morning and did my whole morning routine. I decided to wear skinny jeans with holes up the

front, purple converse, and a Black Veil Brides shirt. I teased my hair and did

my makeup like I always did; dark eyeliner, dark purple eye shadow, black

mascara, and bright pink lip gloss. I walked outside and waited for the bus.

When it finally came, I knew I would have to either sit alone or sit with

someone who was going to pick on me. I was lucky that morning, not a lot of

people were on so I got to sit alone. When I arrived at school, I went to my

locker, knowing to expect notes on it. They said things like "skank" and "goth"

and "cutter."But by now, I was used to it. I tore them off like I always did and

threw them away. "Hey, freak. So how many people did you sleep with this

weekend? Did you keep track by cutting numbers into your arm?" they said as they laughed. I

turned away, not wanting them to see me cry. I felt one touch my shoulder.

"What's wrong? To scared to face us, pansy?" they said as they gripped my

shoulder tighter and tighter. Then I heard a smack and the hand left my

shoulder. I looked up and I almost screamed. "Don't touch her. Ever," he said in

that voice of an angel."And what can you do about it?" one asked. "Just because

I wear makeup doesn't mean I can't kick your ass," he said with a tone of

seriousness. I saw the fire in his eyes. Andy came to save me. He's not just my

idol anymore or some far off fantasy, he's my savior. I turned toward him and

began crying on his shoulder. This time, I was weeping. He hugged me tightly and

buried his face in my neck. "It's going to be ok. I promise," I would hear him

whisper over and over again. He had his hair tucked away in his skater hat and his glasses on with only a little eyeliner on. Just then, I heard the principal's voice. "Young man, what are you doing here?" he asked. Andy didn't answer. "Young man, I can call the cops and have you escorted out or you can leave willingly," the principal said with an arrogant smirk. "Yeah, and what are the cops going to do? Take me to jail because I was protecting her from

getting beat up?" Andy said with an equally arrogant smirk, but his was perfect.

"Leave or I'm going to make you leave," the principal said angrily. "I'll leave