Forever Yours {Andy Biersack Love Story}

Chapter One

Chapter One

The opening chords to 'Saviour' by the Black Veil Brides, which is my ringtone, sounds from somewhere under the dark purple and black covers on my bed.

"Shit!" I whisper-yell as I dive and begin throwing the comforter around so that I can reach the phone before it goes to voicemail. That isn't just any ringtone.

It's Andy's.

"Hello?" I wheeze, breathless from my frantic searching.

"Woah, you okay?" His deep voice asks. "You sound like you just ran a marathon."

"I lost my phone and tried to find it before-"

"'Nuff said," Andy laughs. "So, my plane just landed and the guys and I are grabbing our luggage right now- hey! Get back here! That's mine! Sorry, uh...here, talk to Ashley for like two seconds while I get my suitcase back from this psycotic bitch."

I hear the phone being passed from one person to the other and Andy's voice as he runs after someone. I hear a familiar laugh and then a crash.

"Who did he just run into?" I ask.

"Some crazy fan girl who tried to take his suitcase," Ashley Purdy, the bassist and backup singer for Black Veil Brides, laughs on the other side of the phone.

"Oh my God," I plop down on my bed. "Is she okay?"

"I think so..." Ashley gets silent for a moment then bursts out laughing.

"What happened?"

"You remember that concert in Denver when he got his shirt ripped off by the crowd?"

"Yeah," My eyes grow wide.

"This is like an instant replay button,"

"Oh my God!"

"Here, talk to Jinxx, I'm gonna go help him,"

Once again the phone is passed and Jinxx's laughter is so loud that it causes me to hold the phone away from my ear. I hear Andy's voice yelling something.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Andy's yelling at some guy, Jake and Christian are trying to hold Ashley back, who's trying to hold Andy back."

"And you're on the phone talking to me," I laugh. "You must feel so left out."

"Nah, I'm fine over here," I can picture him backing up a few feet. "It's getting pretty intense."

I hear a few more shouts and then Andy's back on the phone.

"Sorry 'bout that," He laughs. "Had to get my clothes back."

"Are you shirtless again?" I can't hide the butterflies that erupt in my stomach at the thought.

"I...yeah...you don't mind if I show up at your house shirtless...do you?"

"Nope," I roll my eyes. "I've seen you shirtless before."

"Yeah," I imagine him rolling his eyes at whatever Jinxx just said in the background. "So, I'll see you in about an hour, okay?"

"Okay!" I can't hide the excitement in my voice.

"See you then,"

"See ya!"

I hang up and throw my phone somewhere on the floor before lying back on my bed and staring up at the Andy Biersack poster I have on my ceiling above my bed. He's so sexy with his black hair, leather pants, that stage makeup...

"Shit!"

I bolt up right in my bed and look around the room. The black and red walls are covered with pictures of Andy and the rest of Black Veil Brides...but mostly Andy. I <3 Andy was graffitied onto the ceiling by my friend, Charles, who's obsessed with them just like me.

He's gay and practically in love with Christian and wants to be a drummer for a rock and roll band just like him. He even tried getting me to start one with him, since I can growl but I politely turned him down. So he started one, called 'Hello From Hell' with a few of his friends.

Pictures of Andy and I as kids are taped to the walls and doors along with the posters and my blood runs cold.

What's he going to think when he sees all this?

It'd be one thing if it was one of his bandmates, or the entire band, plastered everywhere...but it's just him. On some of the pictures you can see where the poster has been ripped so that it's just Andy showing. I gulp and burry my head in my hands.

He's definitely going to know I like him. He's going to find out! I've kept it from him for almost fourteen years now, since I was five and he was eight. I remember the day I started liking him as if it was yesterday...

It had been a summer day, a beautiful one. The sun was shining and Andy and I were outside on a swing set that my parents had built in my backyard. I was on one swing and Andy was on the one beside mine. Like always we were arguing. About what, however, I don't remember.

"Yeah huh," I said.

"Nu uh," He said.

"Yeah huh,"

"Nu uh,"

"Yeah huh,"

"Nu uh,"

"Yeah huh!"

"Nu uh!"

He and I both stood up and got in each other's faces. He was a whole head taller than me so I, of course, had to stand on the tips of my toes to even seem intimidating. It hadn't worked at all.

"Yeah huh," I spit.

"Nu uh," He smiled.

"Andy...?" I didn't like the mischevious look he got in his eyes. "What're you-?"

I was cut off by Andy pressing his lips to mine for a split second before dancing away saying, "Cooties! Cooties! Devin's got cooties!"

I smile at the memory. That day was the day I fell for Andrew Dennis Biersack. That was fourteen years ago.

Sure I'd dated guys, madeout with guys...I even lost my virginity to Charles one night when we got drunk (he doesn't remember and I want to keep it a secret since he's gay and all), but it hadn't been like I'd felt anything for them. I'd been trying to get Andy jealous, if anything. But he was too much of a big brother to notice how head-over-heels in love with him I was, and am.

And now he's going to be here in fifty minutes and my room looks like an Andy Biersack shrine.

Maybe you can keep him from going in while he's here, a small little voice inside my head offers. I snort. He's going to be here a whole summer.

How do I keep him from going in my room for a whole twelve weeks? He's going to want to see if I cleaned it- which I hadn't- and if I was still into Dinosaurs- which I'm not- and tons of other things that used to be in my room that our childhood revolved around.

"Well," I mumbled outloud to myself. "I'm screwed."

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(: chapter one <3 this is dedicated to redhearts111 because she's amazing and loves andy just as much as i do (; so? what'd you guys think? like? dislike? love? hate? vote and comment <3

oh and on the right is an image of what Devin looks like (: