A Rebel Love Story: The Prophet And The Fighter

Chapter Nine

That kiss with Andy a few nights ago changed the entire tour for myself, Andy and the band. Andy didn't want me out of his sight, even during concerts. So, I now get to sit backstage or be in the pit and watch the guys do their magic. The guards found the guy that knocked me out and apparently he knew me from my job at the local music store. Figures, I'm not safe anywhere. Once Andy knew the guy took a swing at me because he just recognized me from my job and thought I was an emo little twit, he lost his mind. He had a few choice words of what he was going to do with him and a stick.
"Andy, look it's fine. You don't need to make a huge deal about this," I tell him as we lie on the couch together. My hand in his and his other hand playing with my hair.
"Not make a big deal out of this? It's already a big deal Fighter." He replied. He's now taken a liking of nicknaming me Fighter. Why, you ask? Well, it's to do with the names the band has, C.C. (the Destroyer), Jinxx (the Mystic), Jake Pitts (the Mourner), Andy Biersack (the Prophet), Ashley Purdy (the Deviant) and now Skyler No-name (the Fighter). Also when that douchebag made my head and the metal barrier friends, I didn't shed a tear. Plus when I mistakenly told him I'd never been nicknamed before, he made sure to call me that as many times as he can.
I sigh in defeat.
"Look, I just don't want you to go and do something stupid, you big goofball."
I ruffle his hair and smile up at him, eyes twinkling with delight as he leans down and pecks my nose.
We have finally settled down into the bus with the guys. By we I mean Cye and myself. Cye freaked out when he met CC. It was hilarious. Luckily CC found it equally amazing that Cye was so interested in him and his role in the band. We both love the band as a whole, that's what the BVBArmy is about. But we all secretly have our favorites. Cye said to me that he wanted to ask CC if he could teach him how to play, considering he's always looked up to CC, the way he knows his drum set and Cye always said that he seems so chill. Which he is, according to Cye. It's kinda like a bromance. It's adorable. CC has been acting like a big brother to him, even though they are about two years apart. But CC is still older.
I smile as I think about the past two days.
From the departure from my house, to my dad, to Cye and I getting here then finding out my dad took my tickets. Then there's the whole meeting my saviour band and them saving my ass for the I-don't-know-how-many time. There's also that jerk that wanted to kill me on the first day... Though, now I'm grateful to him. He shoved Andy and I together finally and the next day was the best in my life.
Andy and the band took Cye and I to their concerts and we were always in the pit. Running, tripping, laughing, singing... Then they took us to the meet and greets Andy and I were pretty good at hiding the whole lovey dovey crap in front of the fans, which was cool. Because neither of us wanted to take it too fast and those stupid paparazzi would blow our relationship way out of proportion.
So, now that you're somewhat caught up in my, I'm sorry, our now exciting lives, let's get back to the present.
"When are you guys playing today?" I ask Andy and snuggle in closer to his side.
"Later tonight..." He trails off and continues to play with my hair.
"Well, what do you want to do until tonight? I mean it's ten in the morning," I say as I check the time on my phone.
He looks down at me and study's my face, so I study his in return.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking.
'Get a room you two! This isn't Twilight! Stop being weird!'
Well F-you. I finally have a life that doesn't suck so hush child.
"Well, I could give you your own little concert. The guys are all God knows where and we can just chill in the air conditioning."
My eyes lit up. I've always wanted to hear him on his own. I loved it when he put out They Don't Need To Understand on YouTube. The amount of times I've listened to that...
"Are you sure? I don't want to strain your voice before your concert tonight," I said as I looked into his bright blue eyes.
He pecked me on my nose again and rubbed my right arm.
"You can join in if you want," he says as he winked and got up out of our comfortable position.
"Andy I've told you before! I can't sing, I sound like a dying cat..." I look down at my bare feet. Andy has been trying to see if I had any talent, which he hasn't. Luckily he hasn't found my writing book. Yet.
"Come on, I have one more day other than today with you until you leave..."
Ouch, way to put that on me.
"Fine I'll try. For you," I smile at him as he grabs an acoustic guitar and comes back to the couch we had just been lying on together. I am now sitting up and start fiddling with my homemade bracelets.
"What song do you want to start with?" He asks as he sits on the couch next to me and gets the guitar in a comfortable position.
I scroll through Black Veil Brides' songs through my head until I know what song would be perfect.
"Let You Down?" I ask sheepishly.
"Well I didn't expect that one," he said laughing and scratched the back of his head.
"I don't know if I remember how it starts," he laughs nervously.
"Oh give me that," I say and take the guitar off him, careful to take it over his head without strangling him.
Did I mention this is the only song I ever learned on the guitar? No? Well I have now.
I start to play the guitar and Andy is stunned. So I stop and look at him.
"I've had a lot of time on my own and I was bored one day. Are you going to sing or just stare awkwardly at me?" I ask and raise my eyebrow.
"Can I do both?" He asks and gives me that billion dollar side smile. I nod and start playing. Then when I started to sing, and that was the door that I never thought I'd open. That's how I turned my life around. Sitting on the couch with Andy, singing the song that has saved my life multiple times and playing the guitar.
That was the moment I knew where I wanted to spend the rest of my life.