Cigarette Ash and Whiskey Bottles *Andy Biersack Fan Fiction*
Chapter 1
Chapter One-
The air around me felt like a cage as I stood at the carnival I was meant to be meeting my friend at but at the last minute she bailed on me. I decided I wasn’t going to let myself have a bad time just because I was alone. I went and lined up at the stand that sold fairy floss. I handed the money to the cashier, thanked him and walked off with the scent of fairy floss trailing not fair behind me. I brushed my dark purple hair off my face so I could eat the fairy floss without looking like a fairy on cocaine.
I saw a flashing light point to a ghost train. “These things are never scary, guess it’s worth a shot.” I mumbled to myself. I walked over to the ride and sat in an empty carriage by myself. The lights dimmed down and just as the ride was about to start I felt a body sit beside me in the other seat.
“I hope you don’t mind. I can always wait for the next ride.” I strangely familiar voice hushed as the lights dimmed even more. The only visible thing I could see on the person was the small glint that the small amount of light placed on their lip ring, I’m almost certain that they’re a guy anyway.
“Don’t worry about it.” I said with a happy tone, the lights were now non-existent and I felt the wheels grind against the steel railing which sent a chill down my spine. The ride started and let’s just say the first 20 seconds couldn’t even scare a seven year old child.
I kept thinking about where I had heard such a deep and seductive voice before. I knew it was familiar but I couldn’t quite put a face to the voice.
“My name’s Andy.” The voice said with a little giggle at the end of his sentence. “You don’t find this scary, right? Most girls I know would have winced and complained after a minute or so.” The voice chuckled again.
“My name’s Imogen and I would rather be shot in the head than go on this again.” I giggled at the last comment that I made.
We sat through the rest of the ride with an awkward silence between the two of us.
The ride finished and it exited the last doors of its trip. The lights were turned on, my eyes stung at first and then I realized who I was sitting next to.
He was dressed in ripped black skinny jeans like myself and he had a plain white top on. As soon as I looked at his hair I knew who it was.
“You’re Andy Biersack.” I stuttered out.
“Yeah, I guess I am.” He smiled. “You’re not a crazy fan girl right?” He said pouting slightly.
“Not a crazy fan girl, just a fan.” I said with a small smile.
“I’d like to get to know you, Imogen.” Andy said with the most adorable smile spread across his lips.
I nodded my head, unsure of what to say and we walked over to some benches where we sat down and looked at the ground. There was nothing remotely interesting about the ground, it was not fascinating or inspiring it was plain and boring.
“Are you here with any friends?” Andy asked trying to break the silence.
“I was meant to be but she bailed at the last minute. What about you?”
“I was meant to be going with Jinxx but he had plans with Sammi.” Andy sighed. “Should we go see what other rides there are?” Andy asked pulling a cigarette out from the box that was shoved into his jean pocket.
“Sure.” I simply replied. I had cut down on my smoking but it didn’t mean that I was going to stop. I pulled a cigarette and my lighter from my back pocket and lit my smoke.
“You smoke?” Andy asked exhaling the smoke away from my face.
I nodded my head as I took anyone drag of the smoke between my fingertips. He smiled.
“I’ve never met a girl that smokes openly. Like, I met one girl and she always smoked when I wasn’t around and being a smoker myself I could smell the ash she thought she got rid of.” He smiled as he told the story.
The air around me felt like a cage as I stood at the carnival I was meant to be meeting my friend at but at the last minute she bailed on me. I decided I wasn’t going to let myself have a bad time just because I was alone. I went and lined up at the stand that sold fairy floss. I handed the money to the cashier, thanked him and walked off with the scent of fairy floss trailing not fair behind me. I brushed my dark purple hair off my face so I could eat the fairy floss without looking like a fairy on cocaine.
I saw a flashing light point to a ghost train. “These things are never scary, guess it’s worth a shot.” I mumbled to myself. I walked over to the ride and sat in an empty carriage by myself. The lights dimmed down and just as the ride was about to start I felt a body sit beside me in the other seat.
“I hope you don’t mind. I can always wait for the next ride.” I strangely familiar voice hushed as the lights dimmed even more. The only visible thing I could see on the person was the small glint that the small amount of light placed on their lip ring, I’m almost certain that they’re a guy anyway.
“Don’t worry about it.” I said with a happy tone, the lights were now non-existent and I felt the wheels grind against the steel railing which sent a chill down my spine. The ride started and let’s just say the first 20 seconds couldn’t even scare a seven year old child.
I kept thinking about where I had heard such a deep and seductive voice before. I knew it was familiar but I couldn’t quite put a face to the voice.
“My name’s Andy.” The voice said with a little giggle at the end of his sentence. “You don’t find this scary, right? Most girls I know would have winced and complained after a minute or so.” The voice chuckled again.
“My name’s Imogen and I would rather be shot in the head than go on this again.” I giggled at the last comment that I made.
We sat through the rest of the ride with an awkward silence between the two of us.
The ride finished and it exited the last doors of its trip. The lights were turned on, my eyes stung at first and then I realized who I was sitting next to.
He was dressed in ripped black skinny jeans like myself and he had a plain white top on. As soon as I looked at his hair I knew who it was.
“You’re Andy Biersack.” I stuttered out.
“Yeah, I guess I am.” He smiled. “You’re not a crazy fan girl right?” He said pouting slightly.
“Not a crazy fan girl, just a fan.” I said with a small smile.
“I’d like to get to know you, Imogen.” Andy said with the most adorable smile spread across his lips.
I nodded my head, unsure of what to say and we walked over to some benches where we sat down and looked at the ground. There was nothing remotely interesting about the ground, it was not fascinating or inspiring it was plain and boring.
“Are you here with any friends?” Andy asked trying to break the silence.
“I was meant to be but she bailed at the last minute. What about you?”
“I was meant to be going with Jinxx but he had plans with Sammi.” Andy sighed. “Should we go see what other rides there are?” Andy asked pulling a cigarette out from the box that was shoved into his jean pocket.
“Sure.” I simply replied. I had cut down on my smoking but it didn’t mean that I was going to stop. I pulled a cigarette and my lighter from my back pocket and lit my smoke.
“You smoke?” Andy asked exhaling the smoke away from my face.
I nodded my head as I took anyone drag of the smoke between my fingertips. He smiled.
“I’ve never met a girl that smokes openly. Like, I met one girl and she always smoked when I wasn’t around and being a smoker myself I could smell the ash she thought she got rid of.” He smiled as he told the story.
