Charlie’s P.O.V
I swore and hit my phone. It couldn’t get stuck right now. I was in L.A, trying to get to the fucking Airport. I mean, if I’d be late now, Aurélie would probably get lost in the city and no one would ever find her again! I hit my phone again, and finally it worked.
“Hey Angela! Whazzup?” Ashley answered.
“Oh, nothing much. My friend’s coming to us, could you get me to the airport? I’m at our place but Andy left somewhere.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll be there in five, is that enough?”
“Yeaaah… Should be. Okay. Now DRIVE! GO GO GOGOGOGO!!” I yelled into the phone and heard Ashley laugh like mad. Bitch, I was serious!
Luckily (FOR HIM!) he was fast, and so he got me to the airport just as the plane landed. I ran to the port where Aurélie was supposed to come through. I tapped my pockets, even if I knew that a large cartboard sign wouldn’t fit in there. I had spent 15 minutes writing it, and now it was at home. Fuck me.
I was looking at the ground, a bit upset, as I heard a high squeal. I rose my head, and saw a girl with shoulder-length black hair and elegant clothes. I knew it was her. Of course, according to the amount of rings (How the hell did she make it through the security check?) and the beige trench jacket paired with black jeans and HIGH black booties. She was carrying a quite big Chanel bag and she had a leopard-scarf. From Louis Vuitton. I remember as we bought that one. I’m not that much into designer-shops so I didn’t buy anything there, but she wanted that scarf.
Aurélie took her suitcase and ran over to me. I hugged her. Finally we could meet. Once she was about to come to me to Luxembourg, but then I went with the guys, so it didn’t work.
In a way I was hella scared of taking her home to me, especially now when Ashley was driving me. Fuck, I should’ve called CC. Aurélie explained how there had been a cute steward in the plane and how she didn’t have to show her papers to get champagne. Actually she shouldn’t have got any, but well. When you are as awesome as me and her, you get everything. Ha.
Ashley got out of the car, and Aurélie jumped up squealing. I made the word “Sorry” with my mouth and Ashley sighed. I took Aurélie’s suitcase and pushed it into the car.
“Uhhhmm… You must be Aurélie… Charlie has told much about you…” Ashley said as an awkward silence filled the car. Aurélie smiled and poked me.
“She has told me lots ‘bout you too”, she said smirking.
“Charlie?” Ashley asked.
“What? Should I have denied your existence or what?”
Ashley laughed and turned on the radio. I let out a high noise as there was One Direction playing.
“AND THAT’S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!!” I sang along and got weird looks from both Aurélie and Ashley. Their names rhymed. :D
Next song was Automatic by Tokio Hotel. This time Aurélie sang with me. I was sad it wasn’t the German version, but well. I was used to listening to their German songs, I mean I had always spoken better German than English. The situation had probably changed, since I was living in America now, but I still liked the Germans.
“You can be sure I won’t stay too long in the same house with you…” Ashley moaned as we sang already the fifth song kinda wrong. The radio station was AWESOME.
“WHHYYY?” I asked him acting hurt.
“You two make me deaf. Do you wanna eat something?” he asked Aurélie. She nodded and so we drove to my favourite Subways (3rd time this week) and bought some sandwiches and cookies. I and Ashley shared a big Coke while Aurélie took a Sprite. We must have looked funny as we tried to push each other’s heads away from the table to be able drink. Ashley burst out laughing as I said “You bitch better move your fat head away so I can get my hips fatter!” and took my head in his hands, and kissed my nose.
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