I was awaked the next morning by sunlight shining thought my window. I sat up and realized that I never changed out of yesterday’s clothes. I checked all the pockets in my skinny jeans before throwing them into the hamper along with my shirt. I put my SpongeBob boxers and an old The Offspring shirt and went downstairs to eat cereal while watching my Saturday morning cartoons. My mom works twelve-hour shifts during the week and all weekend so I know that I can sit peacefully and watch cartoons without her nagging me and pointing out all of my flaws. After I finished my cereal, I went back upstairs to get a book out of my backpack. When I opened it, I saw a piece of paper in front of the book. I picked it up and looked at it. Andy Biersack 978-880-5462. He slipped his phone number in my backpack. When the hell’d he do that? I couldn’t believe I had his phone number in my hand. I picked up my cell phone and put in his contact. I stared at the phone for a little before it finally sunk in. I let out a screech of joy. I was about to text him when reality struck; what if he’s busy? What if he thinks I’m annoying? What if it’s a fake number? As all of these questions piled up inside my mind, I heard the doorbell ring. I walked down the stairs and looked through the peep hole. He was standing outside of my front door looking as handsome as ever without even trying. I opened the door and he looked at me. “I like your boxers,” he said with a straight face. I looked like crap while he looked like an angel. “Thanks,” I said, regretting not trying to look better. “Well are you going to get dressed or are we just going to stand around?” he asked. “Where are we going?” I asked. “It’s a surprise, “he said smiling that devilish little smile of his. I went up to my room to get dressed. The best thing I could find was a pair of acid wash red skinny jeans and a Warped Tour t-shirt. I brushed my shoulder-length brown hair and teased the bangs and top. I put a little bit of eye liner on and walked downstairs. He was standing there, looking like he always does; perfect. “Nice shirt,” he said as he grabbed my hand and dragged me out of my house. “Aren’t you worried people will notice you?” I said. “No. Not once I’m disguised,” he said as we headed toward the downtown area. He slipped on a skater hat and shoved all his hair inside of it. He then took out a pair of non-prescription glasses and put them on. He looked completely different, but still too handsome to be just anybody. But then again, a lot of people try to look like rock stars, so I’m sure no one will notice. “Where are we going?” I asked as we approached the local theatre. “I hope you like scary movies,” he said. He bought two tickets to Insidious. We walked into the theatre it was playing in and picked our seats. No one else was there, so he decided to start singing one of his many amazing acoustic songs; The Mortician’s Daughter. I knew the words, but I was too shy to even think about singing with him. So instead I listened to his amazing voice sing the most beautiful song ever written. As he got to the middle of the song, we heard the door open and a group of girls in Victoria’s Secret clothes ran into the theatre and picked the front row seats. A few minutes later, a group of boys about the same size walked in and sat behind the girls. I knew them all from school. They were seniors, I was only a junior. More people started coming in and before we knew it the place was packed. The movie trailers started and the lights dimmed. After about eight or so trailers, the movie finally started. I was terrified for the entire movie. I was curled up in a ball in my chair, holding Andy’s hand the whole time. After the movie, we went back to my house. When we walked in the door, he took his hat off. His hair was all over the place, but still perfect. He took his glasses off and his bright blue eyes seemed to glow. I gave him a tour of my average house and we eventually ended up in the basement. It didn’t really have much except for the drum set, bass, two guitars, keyboard, and microphone that were my father’s before he disappeared one night. We don’t really know what happened to him; he just seemed to evaporate into thin air. Andy picked up a guitar and began shredding on it. “Where’s the bathroom?” he asked after he finished his wicked shredding. “Upstairs, the second door to the left,” I said. After I was sure he was upstairs, I picked up the microphone and began singing The Mortician’s Daughter. I got to the first chorus and then Andy chimed in. I almost dropped the microphone and I began to blush. “Why’d you stop?” he asked. “You surprised me. I don’t like to let people hear me sing,” I said. “Why not? You’re really good,” he said as he smiled an innocent smile at me. “The last time I tried to sing in front of people I got things thrown at me, booed off the stage, and I got picked on. They said things like “emo” and “goth” and “cutter” and “you suck”,” I said as the memories of the pain came back. He walked over to me and gave me the hug I needed. I began to quietly cry on his shoulder. “Never let anyone else defines who you are. I can’t believe they did that to you,” he said. Just then, my phone rang. “It’s my mom,” I said nervously. “I better get going,” he said. “Wait! Here’s my phone number just in case you ever need something,” I said. He took it and smiled. He walked out the door and waved goodbye as he was walking down the walkway. I waved back, wishing he didn’t have to go. As soon as he was gone, I went up to my room and began reading my book. Ten minutes later, I heard my mom pull in the driveway, the car door slam, and the front door open. “Courtney? Are you home?” she called from downstairs. “Yes mother,” I replied. “That’s a shock. Considering you didn’t come home last night,” she said. “I was almost home when I realized I had forgotten my phone in my locker to I went back to get it,” I said, trying my best not to explode on her. “I’m sure you did,” she said in an unbelieving voice. I ignored her and locked my door. I laid back down and before I knew it, I was asleep.