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Kimmi's point of view

I can't believe I said that.

You have a boyfriend, Kimmi? What the hell?

He backed away, "Oh, sorry. I didn't know,"

"Yeah well, the more you know," WHAT THE FUCK, KIMMI! BE NICE TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GUY IN THE WORLD! In your world.

"Would your boyfriend mind if I stole you after the show for a few minutes?"

I froze. In my past, if I ever let a boy come near me it didn't end well. This one guy in particular, Malcom, hurt me so bad that I never trusted anyone ever since then. "I don't know, Biersack. I don't think I- I mean he, would like that. He is very protective and he loves me ver-"

"Oh come on, just tell him you're meeting a rock star, an ugly one, and this is your dream! I really want to see you after the show. Please?"

"I- uhh- well- I- you see- I-" I looked up at his pouting face and my insides nearly exploded. He's so... BEAUTIFUL I CANT AHHH- calm your tits, Kimmi, "Sure," I smiled at him. Then, the unthinkable happened.

He hugged me.

Andrew Dennis Biersack hugged me.

At that moment, I realized... I couldn't even. So I did what you should never do in front of your idol: I squealed.

He stopped hugging me and chuckled nervously, "Uhh, what was that?" He said, scratching the back of his head.

"I- uhh- couldn't breathe," wow. I am gr8 at thinking on my feet! Just gr8, m8, "I have asthma!" Wow. What the hell, "and when I was a kid someone stepped on me and almost crushed my lungs," Someone stop me, "The doctors told me that I would have breathing problems all my life," I'm on a roll, "Then, my baby cousin rolled her big, toy car on me and I had to go to the hospital!" By now, he was terrified.

"Uhh, well. I'm sorry,"

"Same, uhh I mean, it's ok," Do I even have a brain?

"Well, we gotta get going to the meet and greet. Do you want me to have a nurse check on you? Because you know, your lungs?" God, he was so polite.

I shook my head. "I'm fine, Biersack. Besides, you weren't that strong," I joked, punching him softly on the arm.

"Ha yeah right! I'm strong! Aren't I?"

"Sure," I laughed. He was strong, not gonna lie. Actually, I did lie so I guess I should say gonna lie.

// someone actually stepped on my when I was younger... no lie. I think it happened twice im not sure but it happened. PROTIP //

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