Drugged-Up on Black Veils [a Matt Good and Andy Biersack Fanfic]

Chapter 1- A little adventure

A/N: This is my first fanfic and first boyxboy, so I hope you guys like it! This mostly follows the lives of   Matt Good from D.R.U.G.S and Andy Biersack from BVB, while they're on tour together. Here's the first chapter~

Chapter 1

-Andy's POV-

"Thank you! This was Black Veil Brides. Have a good night!' I screamed to the crowd of screaming fans. 

We just finished our set in Dallas and the whole band looked exausted when they walked off stage. I felt just as pooped. This was the first concert of our tour with D.R.U.G.S., I See Stars, and VersaEmerge. I was so glad to go on this tour, especially with D.R.U.G.S. Their guitarist, Matt Goode, is so hot. Wait, did I really just think that? I'm straight, or at least, I think I am. I stepped outside an lit a cigarette and leaned against the brick wall.

I took a drag from the smoke and looked. up. The sky was as dark as my leather jacket, yet the city seemed to light it up. I took another drag and decided to explore the place before we left. House of Blues was an awesome place to perform in and each House of Blues had a great history behind it. I threw the cigarette on the grund and opened the door that led to backstage and stepped into the darkly lit hallway. 

BAM! the door closed behind me with a loud bang, which made me jump a little. I let my eyes adjust to the dark and I walked on to where the stage is. Everyone had left by now and the floors where a mess. Looks like the janitors haven't cleaned up yet. There was everything from cup and cans, to guitar picks and drumsticks, to bracelets and candy wrappers. There was even a stuffed animal! I jumped off the stage to get a closer look. As I approached it, it looked quite strange. I picked it up and lauged.

The creature had a jackal's head and a penguin's body. It had on a little leather jacket and sunglasses. I kind of liked it... now, what should I name my new finding? I wasn't just going to leave this awesome thing here. Must suck for whoever lost it, though. Oh well, finders keppers, losers weepers. Then it hit me! I shall call it a--

"Jackalpenguin!" I realized that I said it aloud and I covered my mouth with a gloved hand. I'm dead if anyone finds me here! 

"What's a 'Jackalpenguin'?" A voice asked from behind me. I freked out and threw my Jackalpenguin and the owner of the voice. Luckily, it was only Matt. He caught the stuffed animal and looked at it. "So, this is a Jackalpenguin? It's pretty awesome." He said with a laugh. "Yea. It was just lying round here." I replied, whilst lunging for the creation. "And it's mine!" Matt just threw it accross the room and tackled me to the ground and somehow ended up straddling me. To make it more awkward, he fucking stayed there!

He just stared at me and blushed. Aww! He looks cute when he blushes! He didn't move, though. Did he like me back? Or was he just keeping me from my finding? Whichever it was, I was getting aroused and Matt didn't look like he was going to move, for a while. I felt my face heat up and my no-no place get hard. He gasped and blushed even more. And from the looks of it, he was getting aroused too.

He looked at me and leaned down to where our noses were almost touching. "Can I tell you something?" He asked, his eyes glistening when he did. I nodded and waited for what he was going to tell me. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "I think I'm in love with you." He leaned back up, stood back up, and ran away, leaving me speachless. I picked up the jackalpenguin and decided to explore the rest of the place. 

I was walking around the place, until I stopped at a certian hallway and gasped. The walls were covered murals and along them were pictures of every rock legend that ever played here. I walked through the hall, admiring each photograph and fanboy-ing whenerever I saw one of my favorite bands. I stopped by a picture of a band I've never seen or heard of. "What is this fuckery? They can't be rock legends if I've never heard of them!" Wait, something about them looks familiar... It was, my band? Do we really look like that with all of our warpaint and gear? And how could I forget my own band's name? I smacked my forehead. Wait just a moment, we're rock legends? Huh, looks like I'm doing a pretty good job, then.

"Andy! We've been looking all over for you! We're leaving!" Our tour manager, Jon, tapped me on the shoulder. I just stood there, in a slight daze. We're rock legends! "We don't have all night. c'mon!" He walked back to the bus and I snapped out of it and followed after him. I can't believe how far we've gotten. What shocks me more is what Matt told me. And even more shocking, I think I might be in love with him too.