Forever In Your Arms [Andy Biersack Love Story]

We were the best of friends, Andy and I, we suffered together the constant torment of being different. For liking black, for idolizing "Satan's music", for not caring what society deamed as "normal". We were always together, being the only friends eachother had. We were twelve then, as we grew, we grew together. He was my partner in crime. We reached high school and, as always, we were tortured in a sense. Being social outcasts, we had a lot of free time. We hung out together, we played music together. This is were my story begins

-Senior Year-

I don't know how I made it this far, alone. Well, not entirely alone, Andy had supported me. As much as I wanted to drop out, he wouldn't let me. That hipocrite. Andy dropped out last year, so he could spend all his free time (when I was at school) working on his band. He was my best friend, whom I could tell anything and everything. He was all I had. I had my parents, barely, they weren't around much, always caught up with work. I only saw them on Sunday. I got up, early, so I could go to Andy's house before school. I rolled out of bed, planting my feet firmly on the ground. I pulled out the norm, skinny jeans, which slid on effortlessly. I fumbled through my shirts and felt like I should were my two-of-a-kind band shirt. It said Black Veil Brides, the only other person that had one was Andy. I brushed my hair and straightened. I applied my eyeliner generously, without being too generous. More than the average person, but less than the stereotype. I admired my brown eyes highlighted by my black eyeliner, and fluffed my brunette hair once and grabbed my bag.

I trumped down the stair, and grabbed my keys off the counter. I stepped outside and locked the door, I turned around, and to my surprise, Andy was there, sitting on the hood of his car. Once he saw me, he flashed his brillantly white smile and slid off the hood.

"Oh my oh my oh my, Scarlette, sneaking out when your parents are home, tsk tsk tsk." he said, waving his finger at me.

"Oh shut up, I'm going to school and you know that." I huffed.

He walked up to me and grabbed my hand, "Not today you're not." I blinked, confused. I mean I understood that he wanted me to skip...but why? "Oh, silly girl, today, you're spending the whole day at my house. Look, my band's got some big things heading towards us, and I need your help." I blinked again. "Just come on." He said finally, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulders.

"Is this necessary? Really?" I squirmed.

"100 percent necessary." He opened up the passenger side door and sat me down, with great effort, freaking giraffe.

Andy stood at 6'2, long black hair, beautiful blue eyes, 2 tattoos, and a lip piercing. He was also very slender. I often made fun of him for having gazelle legs or called him a giraffe, then he'd call me a mouse.

Andy slid in the driver's side and grinned, "Check out my demo." He slid an unlabled cd in an turned the stereo up all the way. Is such a goofball, I know every song, I haven't missed a single show.

We rocked out all the way there, him screaming and singing, and me picking up the harmony. We made a really good pair. We pulled up in his driveway. Mrs. Biersack was standing in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear. I love Amy, she was such a sweet lady. She treated me so well, knowing of the lack of parenting at home, she took care of me.

"Hi sweetie! Welcome home!" she yelled at me. So nice.

Andy walked around and opened the door up for me, he held out his hand and, jokingly, said, "Ma'dam, may I escort you."

I stuck my hand up and he took, "Well, I suppose you can kind sir." He pulled me up, and pulled me close to him, holding my waist and hand, he shoved his feet under mine, and started, horribly, ballroom dancing. I laughed uncontrollably.