After eating dinner Imogen knew she had to get home, even though she hadn't gotten one text from her parents expressing any idea of worry for their child. Andy pulled in front of her house and he pulled her into a hug.

"Bye Imogen." He said, grinning.

"Bye Andy." She said, walking away. He beeped his horn at her and she turned around raising an eyebrow.

"Nice jacket by the way." He said pulling away. Imogen shook her head, grinning like a fool.

For the life of her she couldn't grasp what just happened. Andy Biersack? Interested in her? But she was nothing! Just a nobody and he was...well hot!

She shook her head again, and walked inside. Imogen would enjoy this for now but she wasn't letting her guard down. Not on Mr. Biersack.

Her mother was sitting on the couch, playing on her tablet. "Where have you been?"

"Out with a friend." Imogen said, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"Oh." Was all her mother said. She had no interest in her daughters life, and Imogen saw now point in trying to continue a conversation. So she just bolted upstairs.

Her only family members that cared about her were her grandparents. Unfortunately, her grandfather passed away three months ago. It was part of the reason Imogen had seemed so unhappy. Finally, she decided to write a song and get a lot of her sadness out of her. It would never completely leave, but it helped. Only her grandmother has ever heard the song and she adored it.

Imogen wondered if Andy would come back later tonight to hear her sing. He'd done it every other
night.

She was almost at her bedroom door when she heard a groan behind her. She whipped her head around to see Brooke.

"What the hell were you doing with Andy Biersack?" She asked.

"We were just hanging out." Imogen said, softly.

"Where did you even meet that fucking guy?" Brooke said.

Imogen decided against telling her the truth, "We met at Trax."

"Imogen he's not your speed." Brooke shook her head.

"How do you know what my speed is!?" Imogen exclaimed.

"I just know that that guy, has expirience. You don't." Brooke chuckled, "Not as much as I do."

"What are you saying?" Imogen asked, warily.

"I'm saying that if anyone in this family dates Andrew Biersack it should be me." Brooke smiled.

"Are you kidding me? Your nothing like each other! Since when do you date guys like him?" Imogen said. She bit her lip, knowing Andy would rather have Brooke over her any day.

"Since their hot as hell!" She chuckled. "Don't worry about it little sister, your too young anyway."

With that she turned around and ran in her room. Imogen felt tears welling up, knowing there was no changing her mind. Once it's set on a guy, it's set until she has him. Then she'd break his heart like everyone else and Imogen would have had no chance. Unfortunately, this had happened several times before. She walked in her room and flopped down on the bed.

She picked up the picture on her night stand of her grandparents and her. She sighed sadly and traced her grandfathers picture.

"Sorry Papa, looks like I won't be in love anytime soon." She whispered to herself. Her grandfather had wanted her to have love so badly. He always said that love was the greatest gift in life. It was the biggest thing she should aspire too. Ever since she put it in her mind that she would love before he died so he could see but, he never did and he probably never will in Heaven either. Not with Brooke around. She put the picture down and laid back on her bed.
Maybe it's for the better anyway. He was bad news..

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Andy pulled into the trailer park he lived in and parked his bike right outside of his families trailer. Daniel's truck was parked outside as well. He slid off of his bike and walked inside.

"Andy?" He heard his mother, Anna, call out.

"Hey ma." Andy said, throwing his scarf and coat on the table by the door.

"Where have you been all day?" She asked.

"Out with a friend." He said, walking into the kitchen and hugging her. His father was passed out on the couch, again.

"Ashley or Jake?" She asked, referring to Andy's best friends, Jake Pitts and Ashley Purdy.

"Uhm neither actually she's a girl. Imogen Bradley." Andy said grabbing water out of their tiny fridge. Anna's eyes widened.

"Bradley?"

Andy was silent for a moment, "Yes."

"Big name. How'd you manage that one?"

"I have no idea." He smiled at her and chuckled.

"Imogen. The younger one, right?" She asked.

"Yeah." He nodded sitting at the kitchen table.

"That's never good words." Daniel said, walking in the kitchen from Andy and his's shared bedroom.

Daniel Biersack was an attractive man, but totally different than his brother. He had shoulder length blonde hair, tan skin, and those Biersack blue eyes.

"What's never good words?" Andy asked.

"The younger one. Jail bait little brother, never a good idea." Daniel chuckled.

"She's like two years younger than me." Andy rolled his eyes.

"But your still an adult." Daniel said. "I heard the last name Bradley, correct?"

Andy nodded, "Imogen."

"What about the sexy one, Brooke? She's over eighteen." Daniel smirked, "Go for her."

"Superficial."

"Best your gonna get."

"I think Imogen's better."

"Your the only one."

"Well good, because I intend for this relationship to go somewhere unlike my last ones." Andy said.

"Well good luck with that." Daniel shook his head and walked away. Andy checked his watch, realizing he had an hour to kill before he went to hear Imogen sing again. She always did it at the exact same time.

"What are you doing tonight?" Anna asked her son, though she suspected he'd answer the same as always.

"Just gonna ride around." He said and she chuckled.

"Of course." She said. Andy stuck his tongue out at her and walked into his bedroom. Daniel was on the phone so he plugged his headphones in and escaped into music.

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