Can I have My Happy ever After? ( An Andy Biersack Love Story FanFic)

        A/n- Before reading, please be warned that there is a triggering warning now. It involves cutting. Or rather an explanation of cutting. I hope you all are safe, reading this. And I hope you enjoy it! Also some strong language. 

Viewers descretion is advised. 

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        “He didn't finish school.” I stated to my best friend, Bree Carson. You should know, I know A LOT about Andy Biersack, from the Black Veil Brides. I've been in love with that band and his personality since I became a fan years and years ago.

I'm Kaitlyn Oliver. I'm a junior in high school. And I'm not your average 17 year old. I'm not popular, or preppy. I'm the type of girl that wears band T-Shirt and jeans. Sometimes I wear dresses, but not usually. I have two best friends, Bree Carson and David Mockings.

Bree Carson, my gorgeous best friend, her long slick black hair, and heavy eyeliner. She's like me. Not popular, but she doesn’t care what people think about her. Something I've always been jealous of. She's tall, skinny, perfect flawless white skin with a hint of tan. Her green eyes make you feel like you can swim in them. Her perfect white straight teeth. She may not be popular, but almost every guy wants her, well, except David.

Oh David.. where to start with him. He's tall, a good 5'11. he's tanner than Bree and I. He has an older brother but we haven't met him. He's tanner than both Bree, and I. His hazel eyes are gorgeous! When they shine in the sunlight, you can get lost in them. And before you ask, no. I'm not in love with my best friend. But he's been my best friend since 1st grade, when we met the first day of school. He and Bree, both. The three of us are inseparable. He isn't popular, but he's a loser or anything like that. He does play football and soccer, but because he hangs out with me, the jocks won't hang out with him. He says he'd rather hang with Bree and I, than those jocks.

        “Kaity!” I heard Bree laughing.

        “What?” I smile at her.

        “You're obsessed!” She laughs again.

        I shrug, “I wouldn't call it an obsession.”

          “I would” I look up, to see David walking in, smiling at us.

        I smile. “You're brain collects information even when you don't realize it.”

        They laugh in unison.

        “I mean.. Seriously. That man is a serious artist and he fucking makes arty art, art.”

        That made me receive weird looks by both Dave and Bree. Bree was the first to respond.

        “Arty art art?”

        I smirk at her. “Yes. Arty Art Art. Now, I gotta go. See you tomorrow guys. “

        I give them both hugs, and grab my bag before walking out to my black mustang. Wanna know the worst part? I'm afraid of cars. My sister died in a car crash last year, so i've been scared ever since. I slide the key into the ignition and right when my car turns on Black Veil Brides begins playing on my cd. Fuck yeah! I started singing along until I made it home. I park in the drive way and grab my bag and walk inside.