Nobody's Hero

The Concert!!

|Ariel's POV|

"Laila! Wake up!" I shout, jumping on her back. She wipes her eyes and flips over, looking up at me. "What is it?" She groans. "You like Black Veil Brides right??" I ask her excitedly. She says "Really? Ari, this isn't really important." She starts to go back to sleep. "Yes it is! They invited us to the concert today!" I exclaim, starting to shake her shoulders. She opens her eyes, looking at me, "Yeah right, you don't even like them." "Oh, I like that Andy guy, I assure you," I chuckle. She laughs, "Keep on dreaming." "I'm dead fucking serious! When I went to Walmart, they were walking around!" I yell. "Sure," she says, closing her eyes again.

I roll my eyes and pull out my phone, looking for Andy's number. When I found it, I called him. He answered at the second ring. "Hello?" "Hey, it's Ariel," I say to him. "Oh hey, what's up?" "Nothing, did I wake you?" "No, you're good." "I have a little problem. My friend doesn't think I really met you and the guys at Walmart."

He laughs and says "Put me on speaker." I obey him and wake Laila back up. "What?" She glares at me. I hold out the phone. She takes it and says "Hello?" "Hi. This is Andy Biersack. I enjoy Batman and Kiss. I'm in the band Black Veil Brides. Along with..." "CC here!" "Jinxx." "....Jake." "Ashley Purdy here," the way Ash spoke made me giggle. Laila's mouth dropped, "Seriously?" "Yes ma'am. Are you still wanting to come to the concert with us today?" Andy asks her in this formal voice he's been speaking in the whole time with her. "Uh, y-yeah. Sure," she stutters. "Alright. Is that all?" He asks. "Y-yeah," she says. He laughs "Alrighty. I gotta go, bye Miss Laila. Bye Miss Ariel!" "Bye Mr Andy," I joke and he laughs, then hangs up.

Laila pushed me from off her stomach and walked in the bathroom. A minute later, there was a scream. "OH MY GOD IM GOING TO MEET BVB AND CHRISTIAN FUCKING COMA!!!" I start laughing my ass off. "I told you bitch!" She runs back out and tackles me into a hug. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you," she says over and over while squeezing the life outta me. "You're welcome," I say through short breaths. She jumps up, "I gotta get ready." "It's almost 6:00," I tell her. "Great, I have plenty of time," she smiles big and grabs clothes from her drawer, running into the bathroom.

I laugh. I walk into the small kitchen and start to make coffee. I only make a little because I don't drink it, Laila does. So does Kyler. All three of us are roommates in our apartment. Kyler's visiting his parents this week, he's pretty cool. I've known him since we were little. I met Laila when I was fourteen, and she's been my wifey ever since. Wow that sounded so gay. I laugh at myself and grab a Red Bull out the fridge. I like Monsters and Rockstars way better, but Red Bull works too. It keeps me up.

After Laila got out the shower, I hopped in. The warm water felt nice against my skin. As I started cleaning my arms, I looked at all the scars from when I self harmed. I don't do it anymore. The first two years without Cassidy was hard, really fucking hard. She was like my best friend. She was only seventeen for gods sake! And when they did the autopsy, they found out she was pregnant. That had me heartbroken. I dunno if she knew. Her boyfriend was a guy named Nicolas, aka Nick. I still talk to him sometimes on facebook. I visit him every now and then. He's a good guy, he was so sad when he found out she was pregnant when she died. We all were.

I have a tattoo on my rib cage, sorta below my boob, that says:

Cassidy Brianna Long   4•13•92 - 7•18•11

It has a tiny white rise beside it, those were her favorite flowers.

I start to get sad about the thought, so I climb out the shower and pull back on my underwear and bra. I just throw on one of Kyler's big t-shirts, I'll change when I figure out what to wear to the concert. "Come here!" I hear Laila yell. I wrap the towel around my head and walk into the living room, sitting in the recliner. "Whatcha need?" I ask her. "That booty," she gives me that perverted face. "Come get it," I joke. She starts to walk over, but she just laughs and turns back around and sits down. "So tell me how you managed to run into BVB at Walmart," she said to me. I explained how they all ran into me and how we started talking. Then they invited me to the concert when I asked if they were playing in town. So on.