Mysteriously Dangerous

It was dark when I went outside for a cigarette, maybe midnight at the latest. I wasn't really keeping track of time. Before I went out, I was writing. One of the few things I had even begun to enjoy anymore. Of those few things, I also loved music. Without music, I would probably be dead. The only band that has really saved me from offing myself is Black Veil Brides. They are truly my saviors.

Plus, they were all pretty good looking. I smiled to myself just thinking about how many times I had said that they were all sexy. My best friend probably got really tired of me saying that all the time. But she fantasized about Richard Grayson. Love her to death, but that girl has issues with good ol' Dick.

I was just about to finish my cigarette when I heard a car. It revved and slowly made its way up the hill. Thinking nothing of it, I flicked my cigarette and started to walk inside. I turned around when I heard a car pull into my driveway. I noticed that it was a brand new, sleek, black camaro.

I stared at the car like it was foreign. Like it didn't belong in this country, let alone this tiny town. But what came next was the person who got out of the beautiful car. It was clear he was a man. He had jet black hair, and he was tall. He was slender, and I couldn't really see his face because he was wearing Aviators. He seemed mysteriously dangerous, but I somehow felt compelled to him.

The sexy stranger slammed his car door and started walking towards me. I kept my mouth shut, fearing whatever I may have said could ruin this.

"You should really take a picture. You know, those last longer than your stares" all I could see was his devilish grin.

"I...uh, uhm" I struggled for words.

"I'm just here to maybe use your phone? Mine... broke" I knew that voice from somewhere.

I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my phone and handed it to this mystery man. He took it, dialed a number, held the phone to his ear and walked away.

"Where the fuck are you!?" He yelled. So he was looking for someone?

"We were supposed to stay together, Juliet! I lost you on the fucking interstate" girlfriend drama? Lovely.

"Fucking hell, Juliet. You just can't listen can you? I knew we should have taken one fucking car. You know what! I'm fucking staying in whatever goddamn town this is. Show up to that fucking party alone. Or better yet, why don't you take Ashley! Cause I know you have a thing for him" he growled then hung up.

He walked back over to me, and handed me my phone. "Thank you, and sorry about that" that voice.

"Oh, it... it's okay" I still stuttered. "Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked, it was risky.

He chuckled, and with his deep voice it made me catch my breath. "Depends on what kind of music you listen to" he replied.

Music? He wanted to talk about music right now?

"M...mostly rock. Black Veil Brides and Asking Alexandria are my favorite bands" I answered.

"Well then I guess you should know who I am" there was that crooked grin again.

I looked at him, puzzled. Wait. It was all making sense now. His girlfriend, Juliet, the black hair, his tallness, Ashley, and his voice. The mysterious stranger was Andy Biersack.