The unlovable is Loved *FINISHED*

The Meeting

I always knew that I would eventualy meet my favorite band in all of History! But I never knew how! I had imagined it as I went to a concert, used my lifesavings and bought meet-and-greet passes, but no, I met him at Walmart! It was just another day going shopping with my family, then I saw a flash of a feather tattoo on the neck of a tall man with short hair, and I knew, it was Him! I have been studying the people that go through my small town walmart, and nothing, then on THIS day, I knew they where coming to the city a few hours away, but they must have run out of gas to be here! I started after him and told my family I was just going to look at some shirts and then as I turned arownd I spacked right into his chest, I fell flat on my butt, about to cuss him out I looked up and saw who it was, I passed out right then and there. I felt a slight bumping and smelled something like a Hospital, then I remembered, I passed out after literally running into Andy Biersack! Then I looked beside me and saw him, again. I saw four more dark shapes with black hair, and alot of tattoos, "Where am I?" I asked anyone in the room, what I was not expecting was the answer,

"Well, um, Ashley should you tell her?" I heard a man with a deep, smooth, voice ask,

"No, you tell her Jake" A man answered, and that was weird because who would name their son Ashley? Then I realized, it was Ashley Purdy,

"We had to bring you to the hospital after you passed out," he looked a little upset, so I asked him what was wrong,

"Where are they?" I was wondering what he was talking about untill he pointed at my arms, "your blades,"

"What? I don't know what you are talking about!" I was playing dumb, I knew what he was talking about. CC gave me what felt like a death glare, so I finally gave in and said "Fine, fine! I have three in my dresser at home, and two in my pocket."

"Give them to me, now." This was Andy talking and I didn't want to make him mad so I pulled them out of my pocket and handed them to him. I hoped he wouldnt see the rust on them, they where my first two that I got, and held onto. But he did,

"I know that cutting is not healthy but you could at lease have clean blades! These are all rusty! You are lucky that you didn't end up in here sooner!" He got really mad so I desided to just let him rant while I asked the other guys why they brought me here instead of home, Ashley was looking at me in a way that I didn't like, like a lion hunting his prey, "What do you want Ashley Purdy?" His eyes instantly flew up to my face and looked nervous, like I knew something the others didn't,

"So you never did tell us your name?" Andy asked to distract me,

"Oh, my name is Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie." He looked like a recignized my name,

"A Lizzie Belle was going to come to a meet-and-greet tonight, is that you?" I felt warmth spreading through me, he knew my name! He remembered my name!

"Yes that's me, but now it looks like I won't get out of here in time to go, and if you don't leave soon you will be late! And everyone else will be mad!" I looked at the clock, only three hours until their show started, and they werent even there!

"Nope! We are not leaving until you get better!" They all said at the same time, "After all, it was after you ran into me that this happened, and I want to help you"

"Why do you want to help me? You are a superstar! You guys have millions of fans! Why would you want to help one little fainting fan-girl?" At this they all looked like I has just said something tabboo,

"Because helping everyone is our mission! If we can't help even one person, then how can we help millions?" Jake sinserly asked me, "If we don't help you, we have failed."

"How 'bout this," Andy started to say before the rest of the guys joined in, "why don't you come with us to the concert!?" They seemed to like this idea, and so did I!

"I don't know if my mom will let me, I mean, she doesn't exactly like you guys, she thinks you worship the Devil, and she hates that I listen to your music but I can listen to what I want, thank you very much! My dad doesn't care but I don't think he would like it if I went to a concert with a 26 yearold and his tattooed friends. NO OFFENCE!" I said as I saw them start to get mad, "it is just that, um, I have to change!" this was not a total lie, but I needed something to break the tension that was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

So I wrote this something like 3 years ago, not sure, and honestly it fucking sucks, but I figured I would leave it up, i don't know why. Anywhore, my writing has gotten a lot better and anyone that reads this should check out my colab called "The Phsycos that Kidnapped MCR" The title kind of explains it all. There's only one part up for now but we are working hard on getting more up. Thanks guys, I love you all