Get a Grip, Angel

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Angel's POV:

"So, Mr. Purdy, why are you, supposedly, so famous?" I asked as we walked. "Well, I'm in a band, a very well known award winning band actually, Black Veil Brides." "Well, what do you do in Black Veil Brides?" I inquired. "I'm the bassist but, I also do backing vocals and write songs." he answered. "Hm..." I said not really sure what to say next.  "Would you like to hear one of our songs? " he asked as he pulled his phone from his pocket.  "Mhm." I nodded.  He pressed the play button and the song started.
"Scream!Shout!
Scream!  Shout!
We are the fallen angels! "

As I listened to the song,  which I have to admit was pretty good,  I peered over Ashley's shoulder and caught a glimpse of the album cover.  It showed five men all in black and white face paint with fluffy dark hair engulfed in flames. "Is that you? " I asked pointing at the one in the front left. "Yeah, "he answered with a soft chuckle. "This was a few years ago.  We don't do war paint like that anymore." By the last time the chorus was repeated I was absentmimdedly humming along.  I found myself still humming when the song ended.  "You like it,  I assume. " he said giving me a bit of a cocky smile. "Yeah,  it's catchy." I replied returning his smile with one of my own.

"How much further? " he asked.  I looked around surveying our surroundings. "We must've passed it... " I mumbled.  "Really?" he asked.  I nodded. "Just go home,  Ashley.  It's late. I'm sorry. " "No,  I'm not going to let you walk home alone at midnight." He grabbed my hand interlacing his fingers with mine. I blushed a bright shade of red but,  didn't pull my hand away. "My apartment is less than a block away. You can stay there for the night." I blushed more and he realized what it sounded like he meant. "Oh, no.  I- I meant on -on the couch." He tried to correct but I was laughing. "Unless you want that... " he mumbled thinking I wouldn't hear but,  I did and I bit my lip hard at the thought.  'Wait.  Get a grip,  Angel.  He's a fucking stranger.  Even better,  a stranger who is taking you to his house."  I thought.  Before I could think anymore Ashley and I entered the apartment complex.

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