MIDNIGHTS DAD'S POV

I got back into my car, fuming about Midnight and that Andy. She was in for it when I got my hands on her. I started the car, and drove home, thinking of what I was going to do now I was banned from the whole of warped tour. Yes the fucking whole of warped tour. I drove home, and rememered that Andy moved to LA, and that they were going to be there in a few weeks. I could feel a plan developing in my head. I would got to LA, and drive around until I saw them somewhere, and follow them back to there place. It seemed quite a smart plan, and drove even quicker so that I could get home and research Andy Biersack, and see where he was always photographed at resaturants, clubs ect ect.


I had been on the laptop for about a hour and a half, and had got a rought Idea of whereabouts they'd be. and I had also saved Andys twitter onto a tab on my phone, so I could check where and what they were doing. I walked past the counter to the fridge, and caught sight of Annabell's photo on the counter. I walked over to it, and picked it up. She had dyed her hair bright red when I met her, but when we had Midnight, she dyed it back to her natural colour. It was unreal how alike Midnight and Annabell were, which was both a curse and a blessing. It was twice as hard when they were both alive, and Midnight was a challenge, even when it was just here. Annabell could be hard work, but was a lovely girl, and had a heart of gold. I loved her so much, right from my first year of highschool, to graduation, and I always will love her, and I will always love Midnight not matter what. I felt tears prick my eyes. I went upstairs, with a can of beer in one hand, and Annabell's photo in the other, and lay in my bed, crying and crying for hours....



MIDNIGHT POV

I felt extreamly anxious all the time at warped tour, looking around every corner, double looking every man, making sure it wasn't my dad. Andy on the other hand, was acting normal. A little to normal. I didn't know what to do. What would happen if he found us again, but what If he just found me? or if he just found Andy? It would end in one of us being dead, and I couldent cope with that. If Andy died, I didn't know what I would do. Well we were going back to LA soon, and I doubted that my dad's druken brain would be able to figure out where we were. Oh how wrong I was....