Chapter One

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Andy's POV:

'Flight to Doncaster is now boarding, I repeat, the flight to Doncaster is now boarding'

Brentley and I immediately stood up and walked to where the plane was boarding. I couldn't help but be annoyed at the fact that the whole plane was entirely crowded.

"This is gonna be so fun," I told Brentley, sarcasm in my voice.

"It beats being at home," she said, shrugging.

Couldn't argue with that. Being at home brought terrible memories. Brentley and I had a terrible time finding any family members that were willing to take us in, considering that no one had lived any where near me in. It didn't help that Brentley's family were all drunkards.

Taking my seat, I was wedged between Brentley and some really hot guy. He had tattoos, pale skin, short black hair. He was beautiful.

"Can I help you?" He asked, in a rough, sexy voice. Right then I suddenly realized I was staring and blushed, "Umm...sorry but what is that a tattoo of?" I asked, pointing at his neck. Part of it was covered by a black tank-top.

His hand went up to his neck, "Oh that? It's just a long ass feather."

I chuckled, "I want a tattoo someday, any suggestions?"

He coughed and spoke, "What interests you?"

"I love music."

He smiled, "Me too. Anyways, do you want it to be big or small?"

"Small."

He thought for a moment, "Oh! How about a heart with musical notes going through it?"

I smiled, "I'd consider it. Thank you. . .Umm-"

"Andy, Andy Biersack," he stuck out his hand.

I took his hand, shaking it. "Andy, Andy Smith," I replied, still smiling.

Andy and I had small talk the rest of the flight, while Brentley slept the whole time.

Once we finally arrived to Doncaster, Andy and I said our goodbyes. Both Brentley and I looked for my uncle Sam. Which proved to be hard, since neither of us have ever seen him before.

Suddenly there was some commotion as Brentley and I saw some teenage boys running away from a fat security guard. As they got closer, their faces were easier to see.

"Hot. Damn," we said in unison.

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