My Saviour (An Andy Biersack Love Story)

Chapter 2

FEBRUARY 4, 2011 FRIDAY

I awoke the next morning on the couch. I looked down and in my hand was a phone number. Oh my God! It's Andy Biersack's number! So I guess it wasn't a dream after all. Ahh, should I text him this morning? Or would that seem too clingy? Ughh, I know! I'll just wait until tonight.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"WHO'S THERE?" I shouted.

"It's the Boogey Man!" A voice I instantaneously recognized as Andy said.

"Well it's open Mister BM," I laughed.

"Hey, that's not at all how I wanted this to go!"

"Well, you get what you ask for," I giggled, going up to him and wrapping my arms around him.

"Aww, I see you're feeling better," he said, returning the hug.

"Much. Thank you for all that you've done for me, even when you didn't know I existed,"

"Well, we work hard at helping people. That's basically all we do, you know, besides playing in the band. And meeting girls. Yes, meeting girls.," he joked.

"Haha, Andy, you're just as goofy as in that interview you did with BryanStars!"

"Heh, you saw that? I think I might do more interviews with that kid."

"You definitely should. So, why are you back here so early?" I asked.

"I kinda got wasted last night and crashed on his couch. Hope you don't mind me sitting on yours," he laughed.

"No, not at all. Mind if I join you?"

"Of course! Come here!" Andy said, pulling me onto the couch.

"Well, I see you're a fan," he said, motioning at my posters.

"Heh, yeah. I um, last night before you came in, I had on "Saviour". It makes me kind of sad, just listening to it. I was ready to give up, but I didn't know that you of all people would be around to save me.," I quietly said while tearing up.

"Don't cry! It's okay, I'm here," he said as he hugged me and rubbed my back.

"It's just, I felt so alone.... I felt like no one would even miss me if I killed myself," I started crying halfway through the sentence. "I felt like a failure. I felt alone and tired. I felt horrible! But then you showed up and helped me feel like I was at least a little bit important. I felt that I had a purpose for once. Thank you," I looked up into his eyes which reminded me so much of my own.

"Brenna, do you know how much that means to me? That is exactly what I intended to do with my music; to give faith to the ones who had lost all of theirs. To help people who are in hard times feel better; to help everyone who feels alone to know that they aren't. I'm glad I could help you," he said, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me. When he pulled away he had the biggest smile possible on his face.

"I'm so glad that you showed up at my door. If it wasn't for you, I'd probably be dead in my bed right now. That's a scary thought,"

"Well, I'll make sure that you never have to feel that way again. Come on, get dressed. I want to take you out to breakfast. Maybe learn some things about you."

"Okay, I'll be right back," I said as I walked into my bedroom.

"I'll wait here," he said from the couch.

"Kay," I said as I rifled through my closet, looking for something decent to wear.

Finally I found something to wear. A BVB tank top, blue and white tie-dyed skinnies, and my knee high Chucks. I put on a thin ring of liquid eyeliner and purple shadow, and then went and sprayed my heat resistant hair spray (to make sure my hair didn't burn when I straightened it.) Then I flat ironed my hair and teased it a bit. Then I walked out to the living room and saw Andy still sitting on the couch.