Black Veil Brides (the members being Christian Coma "CC", Ashley Purdy, Andrew Biersack "Andy", Jacob Pitts "Jake", and Jeremy Ferguson "Jinxx". ) are their own people in which I do not own. They have their own lives, this being just a fan fiction. Fan Fiction, fiction meaning fake and fan meaning for fun. Fun and fake. Two words.
Thank you for choosing my story out of all the other Black Veil Brides stories out there.
This story contains drugs and self harm. If you do not wish to read it, at the beginning of each chapter, I will either say that the chapter you are about to read has drugs or self harm, or both. Just so you know what you're getting into.
Continue on.
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Chapter One
Do you ever feel like you're alone? No one to hold onto, no one to comfort you? That's my life, set in stone and spelt out for you. Never had a brother or sister, my parents handed me over to a nanny whenever I was born, and never took care of me. I've never had a boyfriend; I've never even kissed a boy before. Twenty-one year old virgin, who's never kissed a boy, or had a boyfriend. Well, at least I'm not a forty year old virgin, who's never kissed a boy or had a boyfriend. That, my imaginary friends, would be pathetic.
Yet, while I've never kissed a boy, or had a boyfriend, I've done drugs. I've smoked underage, and drank. I've been to clubs, I've been in a tequila shot contest before, I've gotten so drunk that I couldn't even remember that night, much less the day before that, or even the day I'm fighting against my hangover.
Am I that repulsive, that even when I'm drunk, no one wants to lay a hand on me?
I guess so, I think to myself, biting on my bottom lip as I enter my apartment building. My feet are hurting from standing and walking around all day, following my boss around. I guess you could say I'm his personal assistant, telling him his schedule for the day, arranging meetings, taking his phone calls, and the simplest things from pouring his coffee to pealing his banana or orange.
I kick off my black, polished, heeled work shoes, and throw my brown jacket onto the white plush couch in front of the fire place, and mounted T.V. I roll my shoulders back, throwing jewelry left and right, hearing as it clashes againstthe wall, or hardwood floor. Not that I care. The maid will just pick it up tomorrow, and that'll be that. I unbuttoned my blouse, untucking it from my skirt, and throwing it against the couch, walking around in my black Black Veil Brides band tank.
Yes, I'm a personal assistant who has an obsession with all things Black Veil Brides, BOTDF, Flyleaf, Paramore, Skillet and more. Mostly BOTDF and Black Veil Brides though.
My bedroom is decorated in BOTDF posters, along with Black Veil Brides. Andy, Andy, Andy and more Andy. Before I learned about his obsession with Batman, I never really cared for superheros without any superpowers. I tended to stick to Superman, those kinds of guys, but ever since then I've learned to give Batman, Bruce Wayne, a chance and actually enjoy his films.
I silently made my way through the house, opening the stainless steel fridge, and getting out the cartoon of orange juice, pouring myself a tall glass, along with a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. While I might be too old for Fruity Pebbles at dinner time, I don't really give a fuck. I still watch Nickeloden, Cartoon Network, Disney, and Disney XD all the time. I like being able to feel like a child again, when I didn't really have much of a childhood. Flipping on the T.V. I settled for Johnny Test, a re-run playing on Cartoon Network, while sitting at the island on the black plush bar seat.
If you're wondering, no. My roomate isn't going to suddenly appear. I live alone; unless you count my German Shepards, Andy, Killa, and Cutie Pie. I love them to death, and it kills me to leave them during the day, but I have a patio out on my large balcony, which is fenced in with such a big cement wall, that they'll never be able to jump over it, and commit suicide.
Also, if you're wondering, Andy (My German Shepard Andy) is named after Andy Biersack.
And as you can see, I'm a little more than obsessed.
But not like it really matters; Andy, will never find time for someone as boring and plain, as myself. He's too cool for someone like me.
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"I find how rich you are, ridiculous." Ana, one of my best friends, says to me as we stand in the front row of a Black Veil Bride's concert. They're not on yet, just the opening band which really hasn't caught my attention. "How do you get so much money?"
"Parents are dead, only child, I get raises like every month." I listed off.
"I think our boss has a crush on you." Alli murmmered.
"Me? Alli, that's funny. You're stupid." I told her, taking a sip of my coke.
"Have you seen the way he looks at you? Girl, he's in L-O-V-E." Ana said, snapping her fingers.
"Are you sure you're not black? You make me curious. Are you wearing a mask?" I question.
"Oh haha. You're just jealous I'm awesome and you're not." She replies, smirking.
"And yet, you have hello kitt-" Alli starts.
"NAH!!! They don't need to know that!" She hisses, and I laughed, when someone in the crowd shouted 'BLACK VEIL BRIDES!'.
That caused complete chaos. People were pushing, screaming, chanting, and saying something completely stupid, like "LOVE ME ANDY!" or "CAN YOU SIGN MY FOREHEAD!?". Like I said, what they were saying was completely and utterly stupid. But then again, they were crazed fans. While I was obsessed with Andy, I wasn't this crazy. I guess working in a law firm makes you so dull, that even your idols can't faze you.
Ana screamed. "JINXX!!! I LOVE YOU!"
I raised my eyebrow. "DON'T JUDGE ME!" She shouted, pushing me lightly, causing me to laugh.
And then, that big ol' Black Veil Brides curtain, fell down, to reveal none other, than Black Veil Brides them self.
