This Is Our Sweet Blasphemy: An Ashley Purdy Love Story

I was just on my way home from a show, makeup still caked on my face, hair still teased to the max, my lungs still clouded with cigarette smoke and hairspray fumes. On the way to the hotel I'd called home for about three days, I saw a Krispy Kreme's that was open and making fresh doughnuts. I couldn't resist the temptation. You're gonna look so stupid. I could just imagine Andy saying that to me.

I shook my head. Andy was at the meet and greet still, meeting the adoring fans. I was out here, getting doughnuts. I parked the van in the parking lot and slipped out in the night. I must've looked really really creepy and stalker like, because a little five-year-old started bawling when she saw me.

I hid my face, ashamed. "God, Ashley. You've been here fifteen seconds and you already scared someone." I mumbled to myself.

Now was my chance to get doughnuts that I could eat all alone. Sharing a hotel room with four other guys made it incredibly hard, but I occasionally got one whole doughnut to eat all by myself. Other times, I got the last bite of one. I walked into the Krispy Kreme.

It was about ten o'clock, too early for me to be going to sleep, yet I was too bored to stay with the band and listen to people scream my name. The Krispy Kreme was fairly empty except for the people working behind the counter and a couple enjoying lovey dovey stuff in the corner.

Ignore them, Ash, ignore. I had to tell myself that to keep from going crazy.

When I reached the counter and began drooling over all the doughnuts I could possibly eat, I noticed that the person standing behind the register was checking me out. And that person was a guy.

I spoke, quickly realizing that people mistake me for a girl a lot. "Can I have an assorted dozen please?" I asked, remembering my manners from a few years ago when I actually had to use them.

The guy, who's nametag read Chris, continued staring at me. I shifted uncomfortably. My gear made the situation worse. It was hot and itchy under all the leather and studs.

I pointed out the ones I wanted and watched carefully as Chris put them in the box. I made sure I got three extra doughnuts after that just so I could have them all to myself before I had the box torn from my hand in the hotel.

Chris kept looking at me. "You're that guy, from BVB." he stated flatly.

I nodded.

He rang up my purchases and I paid with cash. Wouldn't wanna have to sign something. My wrist was already painfully cramped from shows and signing autographs. I picked the box up and walked to a table.

I set down my stuff and pulled a chair out. Sighing, I sat in the chair, relieved that the pressure was finally off of my aching feet. Suddenly, a group of kids wearing BVB gear walked in. I tensed. "Oh, shit." I whispered.

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In the end, I ended up signing several t-shirts, a pair of jeans, and the chair I sat on. I handed the sharpie back to the kid who'd given it to me and we enjoyed a few doughnuts together. Finally, about an hour later, I was ready to leave. I walked out to the van.

When I got in the van, something was wrong. Very wrong. Someone was sitting in the backseat of the van, staring at me through the rearview. I gulped.

What. The. Hell.

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Hey y'all. This is a new story, obviously, so I want some feedback. I have had the idea for quite some time. Originally, this was gonna be a Christian Coma love story, but I didn't feel that was right, so I changed it to Ashley. I hope you enjoyed it!

Shadow O'Connor