The Devil In The Mirror

III

"Ara, you okay?" Andy's broad form comes into view in the street light.
"I'm fine. How did you know it was me?"
"I was driving home when I saw you go into a house up there. I live in the apartment complex next to this neighborhood." He says, walking closer up to me. I got off the hood and walked to him.
"Oh. Well I'm fine, thanks Andy." I give him a reassuring smile. He shrugs and nods.
I see the tow-truck driving up to us and park in front of my car. An older gentleman steps out and gives me a warm smile.

"I'll take you back to your place if you want." Andy says after we deal with my car. I hesitate. I really don't know this guy at all.

"Um, sure." I say before truly thinking it over. Damn it woman, if he truly turns out to be an axe murderer, it's your fault!

He leads me to his silk ebony car that I barely make out as a Ram. 

"What's your address?" He asks, already on Google Maps on his iPhone. I tell him and he starts up the car, pulling away into the night.

~

"I appreciate the ride, Andy. Thanks." I give him a genuine smile. He grins.

"Glad you don't think I'm an axe murderer anyway. It's good we established I'm not," He says, smirking.

"Oh, believe me, it crossed my mind that you were." I laugh. He rolls his eyes.

"I'm sure it did."

"Anyway, dumbass, thanks again and goodnight." I salute him. He quickly snatches my hand and takes out a sharpie, writing numbers onto my hand.

"Here's my number, Miss Smartass. Goodnight." He winks at me and rolls up the window before pulling out of the driveway and sinking away into the shadows. I roll my eyes and enter my apartment, slamming into my bed and diving into oblivion.

~

I awake to my phone buzzing. I groan and pick it up to see a billion texts from the girls about where I was. I call Reiko.

"Bitch nig, where the fuck are you? Snorting coke? Banging a sexy man?" She screeches.

"Woman, I went home. I'm at my apartment." I say.

"Aight, well next time, leave a note."

"Mkay, I will." I say, yawning.

"Bye." She says then hangs up. I stretch my back, hearing the familiar cracking of my joints and standing up. I realize I'm still fully clothed. I strip out of my pants, shirt, and shoes before walking out of my bedroom in a hoodie, bra, and panties.

I glance at my hand and see a number written in black ink there and suddenly all of the memories of last night fill my full mind. I groan before putting in the number and calling it. Somone answers.

"Hello?" It's not Andy's deep, booming voice but a rather sweet and raspy voice dripping with honey.

"Hi, it's Aracelis. I'm a friend of Andy's." I say. Friend? No. Aquientence? Yes.

"Oh, okay! Hi! I'm Juliet, Andy's girlfriend. Anyway, I'm guessing you want to talk to Andy. Idiot is still out cold asleep but I'll tell him to call you back when he wakes up." She says. I giggle.

"Sounds good to me. Thanks Juliet."

"Welcome Aracelis." I smile at the fact that she's the first person to get my name right.

"Please, call me Ara. Anyway, thanks Juliet. I hope to meet you soon."

"Same here, girlie. Bye Ara!"

"Bye Juliet." I hang up with a small laugh. I feel like Juliet and I could get along. It didn't shock me that Andy had a girlfriend. He wasn't a bad looking guy.

Speaking of Andy...what was his band's name again?

I open up my computer to Google and search up 'Andy Beersack'.

 Showing results for Andy Biersack

Instantly, I see Andy's face with photos and a list of social media sites along with his band name. Black Veil Brides. What an unusual name but hey, who the hell am I to judge? My fucking band's name is Oh Sweet Agony.

I click on his Wikipedia to get a rough idea of who this man is. I browse through and click out, scrolling down to see songs. I hit up YouTube and type in the band name and the first song that pops up is 'Knives And Pens'. A wopping 28 million views on it. Holy shit! I click the video and watch as a very young Andy and a guitarist and female drummer appear on screen in all white. Minutes later, it ends and I'm in shock. It was honestly fairly well done and got the message across really well.

My phone begins to ring, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Hello?" I answer with a yawn.

"You sound SO enthusiastic to talk to me." Andy's deep voice erupts from my phone.

"Shut up Mr. I Sleep Till Eleven." I say. He chuckles.

"So you called for a reason I suppose?"

"Not entirely. I mostly called to see if you gave me a legit number and not some scumbag ex girl's number." At this, he's dying.

"I would never." He says, trying to calm down.

"Although, your girlfriend did pick up your phone and I got confused because I didn't recall you having a woman's voice." I say, making myself giggle.

"Juliet you mean?" He breathes hard. Why is he nervous?

"Yeah. She's a keeper, Andy. She's really sweet, even in the brief conversation we had." I answer honestly. He lets out a breath.

"Thanks," he chuckles, "I was talking to her when I woke up and she seems to like you as well."

"I'd love to get to know you both better because Wikipedia ain't cuttin it brah."

"Yeah, your band's Wiki sucks ass too." I laugh.

"That's because a middle-aged man in Kentucky probably wrote it while jacking off."

"True. Except my band's was written by fourty year old women and twelve year old girls."

"At least those twelve year girls gave you a shit ton of views on your videos."

"You saw one?" His voice brightens with excitment.

"Woah boy, calm the fuck down. I only watched one."

"And?"

"I love it."

~

We continued talking for hours and I finally got to know more about the all mysterious Andy Biersack. He was witty, intelligant, and nice. He's also a very difficult character in some ways more than one. A little enigma. But I love a little challenge. Men are either difficult or black and white. He is both.

I finally hang up with him after promises of hanging out with him later today.

I start up my playlist on Sonos, blasting it, and heading to my shower. As I blowdry my hair, Moth by Hellyeah comes on. I smile. (A/N: I just want to add that this story takes place during 2012 and this song would not have come out then but oh well). This was the first song I heard by them.

I pull on some thin black tights, black studded shorts, and a baggy black Alkaline Trio shirt before shoving my wavy blonde hair in a black beanie.

I walk into my kitchen and crack open a Monster before scanning through my Instagram and see that Andy's followed me. Along with my Twitter as well. A knock comes on my apartment door and I slip my phone into my front pocket. I set down my energy drink and open the door to come face to face with none other than Andy.

"Stalking me both online and in person now, I see." I smirk. He rolls his eyes.

"I asked one of your band members where your apartment was. Alyssa, I think her name was." I shake my head.

"Alright stalker, what's up?"

"So I go from title to title now? Axe murderer and now stalker. What's next? Pedophile?"

"Nope. Rapist."

"Damn it!" He exclaims, making me laugh.

This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.