Edited 08/27/15
Angela's POV
I swear, it couldn't have been ten minutes since my sister's bus passed when the doorbell rings. I groan and roll over onto my back. I stare at the ceiling for a second, then sit up. I climb out of bed and wobble for a second as my lack of balance takes effect. Then I leave my room and head down the hall. As I reach the top step, the doorbell rings again.
"I'm coming." I call down the stairs, hoping that whoever was at the door can hear me. I'm painfully aware that I'm still in my pajamas, with no makeup, my hair un-brushed, and morning breath. I peer out the window next to the door and freeze. There is no way I'm not dreaming.
CC's POV
Andy is raising his hand to ring the doorbell again when the door slowly opens. A girl of about sixteen is standing there, staring at us blankly. Andy smiles at her and Ashley lets out a low whistle. She is actually very pretty. She's about 5'7" and has waist length, strait blue hair. Yes, blue. Her hazel eyes are open wide and have a somewhat sleepy look to them. We've clearly woken her up. She's wearing a black t-shirt and red basketball shorts that show off her long, skinny legs. She's pale, very pale, and her skin looks like it'd be very soft.
"Sorry, we didn't wake you, did we?" Andy asks her. She blinks rapidly and smiles.
"No, it's alright. Can I help you?" Damn! Her voice is like bells, high and sweet and soft. Her teeth are flawless. Is there anything wrong with this girl?
"Our car broke down and for some reason our phones aren't working. We were wondering if we could use your phone to call a tow-truck." Andy says, motioning to our rental car, parked haphazardly at the curb in front of the house.
"Yeah sure. Come on in." She stands back and opens the door wider. Wow, doesn't she know anything about strangers and not letting them into your house? Especially since we're five very tall, full-grown men. She didn't even blink at Andy's low voice. We enter the house one by one and go up the stairs. Andy spots the phone and heads towards it. The rest of us look around curiously. Jake is looking at something in the corner, Jinxx is checking out the living room, and Ashley is walking around the dining room. Everything looks nice and neat and tidy. The girl comes up the stairs and smiles at me.
"You guys can make yourselves at home." She says, motioning to the couch and loveseat. We all obediently sit down. She stands there awkwardly for a second.
"Nice guitar. Whose is it?" Jake asks, nodding towards whatever's in the corner.
"It's mine. I'm teaching myself how to play." She says. "I'm Angela, by the way." She adds.
"I'm Jake." Jake says. "That's Jinxx, Ashley, CC, and Andy."
"I know." She says, smiling. She brushes her hair out of the way and I see her shirt properly for the first time. I can't help but laugh; it's a Black Veil Brides t-shirt.
"Wow, so you're a fan?" Ashley asks.
"Nope. My friend saw it in the store and thought it looked cool so she bought it for me and is forcing me to wear it. I learned your guys' names just out of curiosity." She says, completely strait faced. We all start laughing and she smiles.
"What's your address?" Andy asks, still on the phone.
"1451 Willow Ave." Angela tells him. Andy repeats it into the phone. He talks a little more, then hangs up.
"Tow truck'll be here in about half an hour." He reports.
"You guys want anything? I could put on a pot of coffee." Angela offers.
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Finding Hope (Black Veil Brides Fan-Fic)
Fanfiction16 year old Angela has survived it all, from her mother's drunken rages, to the frustrations of having an autistic sister. Then one day a chance to meet her favorite band- Black Veil Brides- lands on her doorstep, literally. Her life is quickly tu...