Adopted by Christian Coma?! (BVB fan fiction)

Chapter 2

Evangeline's POV
We were in the car going back to CC- ahem- Dad's place. That's gonna take some time getting used to.
I sat next to Andy in the car in the very back. I'm not afraid to say I like him - in my mind - I'm not gonna get in the way of a beautiful relationship because of my stupid hormones. He's dating Juliet and he's happy.

CC had seen my small duffel bag consisting of my straightener, hairspray, a brush, some makeup, and a few band t-shirts and two skinny jeans, along with tights, and the only shoes I had were the black high top converse I was currently wearing. He didn't know all of what was in it, he just cared that it was small, too small to have enough needs in it, and that we were going shopping after I unpacked my small amount of stuff.

I finished packing and got out a blank canvas and put it on my easel and randomly started painting something, I closed my eyes and let my hand go where it wanted to. I opened my eyes, and in front of me was a very professional looking painting of the Galaxy. I had a great idea for this and got out my black paint. I started painting the names and symbols of all the bands I like and it turned out amazing. It was sketchy band names in black with an amazing galaxy background. It looked really good and professional but you could tell it was homemade. I smiled at it and called the guys up, and I could hear them stumbling. I opened my door and revealed my painting.

"Wow.." Andy sighed and I just looked at him longingly while the others admired my work. I snapped out of it and thanked them.

"Hey.." Dad said,"We should put this in the living room so we all can look at it."

I nodded, smiling. "It should probably dry more though." They nodded in agreement.
"So, while its drying, let's go shopping!!" Dad cheered. I giggled and nodded," ok."

~Skipping The Car Ride~

YAYYYY WE'RE HEREE! I thought. 

I haven't been to the mall in AGESS! The adoption center people never took us anywhere. I had been there since I was 10. Aka 5 years. 

But anyways, we got inside and I bolted towards Hot Topic, the others following me.

I stepped one foot into that store and knew this is where I belonged. This is my happy place, other then home. This is where no snobby cheerleaders would go. This is home away from home. 

I went through the cartoon shirts, the beautiful American Horror Story costumes, and most importantly, THE BAND MERCHANDISE! It's all beautiful, the Andy Black, BVB, PTV, SWS,OM&M,BMTH. It all was just so fascinating. 

You may think I'm overreacting, but I'm not. These bands basically saved my life and I'm not kidding. I was seriously thinking about suicide for weeks, near the end of the week when I was about to end my life, I discovered these bands and they gave me hope to push through, and then I discovered God shortly after and he saved my life and I stopped cutting for good. God and music saved my life and I'm not afraid to shout that from the rooftops.

I snapped out of it when someone screamed, and I ran over to the band jewelry, and saw a scene girl gripping Andy and I could basically hear the air leaving his lungs, I chuckled and went over to pry her off of him.