Falling for a rockstar.. *Andy Biersack fan fiction*

Chapter 4: Devil's Choir

Chapter 4: Devil's Choir

Andy's POV:

I should call her. I should call her. Should I? Ugh, what do I say?? It's been a day, but I won't seem clingy if I call her right? Fuck it, I'm gonna call her.

I pick up my phone and hesitantly dial her number. *RING* *RING* *RIN- "hello?" her angelic voice flows through the speakers on my phone almost making me forget what I was going to say. "Helloooo?" she questions. "Uh Hey! It's Andy" I say whilst mentally face palming myself. "Oh hey Andy, whats up?" she asks, I could almost hear the smile in her voice which makes me smile a bit. "Nothing much, so I was wondering, are you busy today?" I ask, scratching the back of my neck nervously. "Nope, I don't think so, why?" she replies. "Oh I was uh- just wondering, would you um, like to go out to lunch with me?" I tap my foot and wait anxiously for her reply. "Are you asking me out on a date Mr.Biersack?" she questions with a hint of cheekiness. "You could call it that, or you could call it, you, me at 12. I'll pick you up?" I flirt back.I hear her giggle on the other end. "Sure my address is *insert random address*", "alright cool, I'll pick you up in an hour" I smile. "Sure, cya Andy!" she says cheerfully. "Bye beautiful" I say then hang up.

Beautiful Andy? Really?! I mean don't get me wrong, she is beautiful, but we aren't even a couple. What if I just totally creeped her out? Argh, better go get ready for my date.

Britney's POV:

I can't believe he asked me out! I thought he was just gonna forget about me, or I was just some random fan that he was going to forget and move on with his life. But no! He asked me out!

Wait...

Did he say AN HOUR?!?!? Shit! I need to get ready!

I run upstairs to my bathroom and throw myself in the shower washing off every germ, or grain of dirt that may lie on my body. Also rinsing the sweat and grease out of my hair from the concert last night. Once all that is done, I step out of the shower and blow dry my hair. I walk into the bedroom and dig through my draws for some clothes.

I pull out some undergarments (of course), a Sleeping With Sirens band T-shirt, some black and red skinny jeans that I ripped up myself, and a pair of socks. I throw all of that on, then pull on my black converse.

Once again I make my way into the bathroom and straighten my hair. Also teasing it and putting a neon green bow in. I add a thick ring of eyeliner on adding a wing to the corner. I am ready.

I check my phone and it is 11:59am. As if on queue, there is a knock on the door. I sprint down the stairs, I have to get there before my parents do. Too late...

The door opens and my mum answers it.

Andy's POV:

A woman in her 40's I assume, opens the door for me. I give her a warm smile which she doesn't return. "Who are you?" she asks. "Andy, Andy Biersack ma'am. I have come to pick up your daughter" I say. "Who?" Oh shit. Wrong house. "Britney?" I ask. "Oh, that thing. BRITNEY" She shouts. I flinch a little. I hear footsteps then Britney is standing next to her mum. Her mum grabs Britney by the shirt and shoves her out the door. Woah what the fuck? "You know the rule, you get knocked up, I'm disowning you." her mum says. This lady is a bitch! "I know" Britney whispers. I take Britney's hand and practically drag her to my car. We both get in and put our seatbelts on.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, concern clear in my voice. "What? Yeah! of course I am" she tries to give me a reassuring smile but I see right through it. Deciding not to push it any further, I turn on the engine and drive towards the cafe. I will give her a great day to get her mind off of her mum. Should I even call her a mother? I think not.