"Stop!" I screamed, "Stop the car! Please," It sounded like I was being murdered I was screaming so loud. I felt the jolt forward as the car skidded to a stop. I sighed in relief but then ran out of the car. "Do you need some help?" I asked. The figure standing in front of me was tall figure with black hair. I hoped it was who I think it was. When he turned around I saw his face and tried to hold back the smile. It was Andy Fucking Biersack.