Messing With My Mind (Andy Biersack Story)

Chapter One - The Big Move

Chapter One

Leonie's P.O.V

 “Leonie!” I heard mom call from downstairs with her chirpy and overly cheerful morning voice. “Hurry or you’ll be late for school!”

I groaned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. That’s what mom said to me every morning before school. It was like our unspoken routine. I very rarely ran late, mom just said it to get me to panic and speed up getting ready. It never worked, but I always made sure I was early to school anyway. Not that I enjoyed my time there, but I wanted to be early so I could have time to hang out with my friends before classes would start. I rolled out of bed, a little faster than I meant to because I ended up rolling off the bed entirely, landing flat on my back on my bedroom floor managing to wind myself. At least I had one thing to look forward to that day; seeing my best friend.

I got dressed into one of my usual outfits of black skinnies, combat boots, band t-shirt and a dark grey hoodie. I styled and teased my brown hair (which also had blue highlights here and there) and applied my liquid eyeliner on my eyelids. I put in my lip ring and nose ring which I always nearly forgot to do. A few thousand friendship bracelets and a spiked choker added to the look, and ‘The Style of Leonie Darcey Smith’ was complete for that day. I’d received many friendship bracelets over the last couple years, and one of them I only took off when I got in the shower. I find sentimental value in objects really easily you see.

I stood a few feet away from the mirror and gazed at some 17 year old nobody scene girl called Leonie Darcey Smith. She was about 5’8”. She didn’t look amazing, but it would have to do. This was her style. She wasn’t going to change for anybody.

I then went downstairs and greeted my lovely mother, who instantly questioned my outfit as she did every day. “So Leonie, when are you going to grow out of this dark clothing phase hmm?” she asked just after I grabbed some breakfast.

“Mom, it’s not a phase” I replied, rolling my eyes. “It’s an active decision I’ve made because this is how I want to look and I’m no fortune teller, but I don’t think this look will ever just go away.”

“Whatever you say, grumpy pants” mom said with an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders. I continued to eat my breakfast hastily, desperate to see the greatest friends in the whole world. They supported me through everything and didn’t ever judge me for my weirdness. I brushed my teeth twice, just to make sure that my breath wasn’t horrifically bad. That’s something I’ve always been self-conscious about. I grabbed my bag for school, plugged in my headphones and walked out to school, seeing as how mom didn’t ever feel like driving me. My music blocked out the world and all its irritating noises which thoroughly enjoyed interrupting my crazy thoughts.

After an uneventful but music filled walk to school (or The Hell-Hole, as I preferred to call it) where people bullied me, I went through the gates and instantly saw my fellow gang of misfits. I approached them gleefully. There they were: Tamara (Tam), Nicola (Nicky), Jake, Jinxx, Ashley (Ash), CC and my best friend in the universe, Andy. I knew the guys before they were famous, but you will all know them as Black Veil Brides. Before I’d even got halfway over to them, Andy ran to me, hugged me and lifted me high in the air, spinning me around.

“Andy, as much as I’m extremely glad to see you, I feel like I’m gonna puke” I said, laughing. I always got dizzy really easily. Andy gently put me back down on the ground and the world was still spinning. He didn’t stop hugging me even when my feet were firmly back on the floor though, which was totally fine by me. I’d developed a HUGE crush on him over the two years I’d known him and I was beginning to properly fall for him, but I was always worried about ruining our amazing friendship so I never made a move. He eventually released me and allowed me to hug all the others. Tam, Nicky and I started having a conversation about random strange things as we always did. This time it was about my choice of lip ring that day. Suddenly Andy came up and hugged me round my stomach from behind, making me jump. He always acted like we were a couple, but I knew that’s not what he wanted. He’d made that quite clear in the past by going out with loads of chicks. He could get anyone he wanted, other than the bitchy sluts who called us all emo faggots and etc.