Where the hell are we?!?! BVB/Andy Biersack x Reader

Chapter 1

(Y/N) POV

I was walking home from a busy day at school. Whilst I was walking, I started listening to BVB, my all time favourite band ever. My house was a 10 minute walk from school so it didn't take me long to walk home.

"Hey daddy" I smiled as I skipped down the drive way.

"Hi sweetheart, how was school?" Dad asked

"It was good, really busy though. Had a few assessments today, really wasn't looking forward to them"

"Not surprised, mums inside starting to cook tea" Dad stated, I gave him a quick kiss and a cuddle then I proceed to walk into my house.

"Hey mamma" I laughed

"In here!" Mum yelled. I walked in the direction of my mothers sweet voice and ended up in the kitchen to where she was cooking tea.

"How was your day?" Mum asked

"It was good, had few assessments like but other than that it was good" I said whilst giving my mum a hug.

"Glad to hear it, anyways me and your father have got a really big surprise for you" wonder what it could be, I hope BVB tickets!

"Okay dokey, I'll be in my room if you need me" I gave my mum a kiss on the cheek and proceeded to go to the stairs.

"I'll shout when tea's ready"

"Kay"

I walked up the stairs, turning left to my big brothers room. I knocked on the door to his room and heard a thud meaning he's only just woke up.

"Get up fat ass!" I shouted through the door

"Fuck off, you maybe my little sister but that doesn't mean that I like you" my big brother, Dylan, sleepily croaked.

"Harsh" I turned on my heels and stuck up my middle finger at Dylan, I don't really like him he's annoying. 18 and he still hasn't moved out.

I walked into my lovely room that is decorated with BVB and other bands I'm obsessed with. My mum doesn't really like me covering my walls in posters and shit but I do anyways Coz it makes my room look AWESOME!! I walked up to my stereo system and plugged in my phone and began to play BVB loudly through the speakers.

"Turn your emo shit off!!" Dylan yelled

"Nope!!" I said popping the 'p.' I began to 'mosh' - as Dylan says - around my room, bumping into furniture as I do so. I love music so much, drains my negative emotions away and replaces them with good emotions instead.

"Sweetie can you turn your music down a little please?" My mum sweetly asked

"Yeah but only a little bit mum" I laughed

"Thank you sweetie" mum turned around and closed the door to my room and I resumed to 'doing the mosh.'

Au: hey guys... I know it's short but it's only first chapter, the others may get longer I don't know yet but hope your all having a wonderful week and hope your all okay, ly guys ❤️