We Don't Belong

The day blurs by, and before I notice, the bell has rung, and I'm beginning my slow walk home. Chloe has cheer practice, and my good-for-nothing brother has apparently forgotten his little sister. Again.

I'm not really complaining, though, I mean, I get to listen to my own music without someone cringing away or judging me. I'll have you know that my family is pretty strict. Perfect grades, no boyfriend until sixteen, (which has passed since i'm seventeen. I just haven't really found the right guy yet, ya know?) Tattoos and piercings other than the ears aren't allowed, and my brother and dad get super protective when I wear a crop top, or a short skirt. It's kinda embarrassing.

The only reason I listen to quote "emo", "scene" or my personal favourite, "screamo" music is because nobody can really tell me what I can or can't listen to. My ears and my brain cells I'm killing my turning my music up really loud. I dyed my hair for a couple reasons, one, my mom says since it's only hair it's okay. Two, everyone thought it would be ironic if I dyed my hair bright red, like a blood-red rose. And I kinda figured it would pis off my family, this was of course before I asked.

Honestly though, I don't see what's wrong with bands like Pierce the Veil, or Black Veil Brides. They sing about being yourself, rebelling, fighting for what you believe in, unlike all the other music out there. Singing about how a girl is so pretty or a bad breakup. I don't have anything against those bans, they're just not my favourite.

Bulls in the Bronx by Pierce the Veil begins to play, and I can't help but sing along. Screaming when Vic screams. It's calming to me.

The chorus starts just as I walk through the door, and seeing as nobody is home yet, I unplug my headphones and blast the music, dancing around the kitchen.

My dance party is sadly interrupted however, as my phone starts to ring, playing We Don't Belong. I groan before answering it, mentally cursing whoever ruined my moment. I'm just saying they better have a good reason.

"Hello?" I simply ask.
"OHMYGOD, OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!"
"Chloe? What the hell"? I yell pulling the phone away from my ear as she continues her screeching.
"BLACK VEIL BRIDES IS COMING TO SAN FRANSISCO!!!"
I scream, and my mind feels like it's going to burst with happiness!
"OH MY GOD REALLY?!"
"YES! And I being the amazing best friend I am, got us tickets!!" I can practically hear the smug smirk on her face, however right now, I really don't care.
"Thank you so much Chloe! You are amazing! And yes! You truly are the greatest best friend in the whole fucking Universe!"

She laughs as the door opens, and the sound of rain beating down on the driveway courses through the house. My parents step through, more or less drench head to toe, laughing. I grin when I see them, and promise to text or call Chloe later.

I grin as I go to hug my sopping wet parents, and a surprised look casts over their faces.

"What's gotten into you? You are in a unusually good mood for a change", my mom inquires.
I simply shrug and ask about their day, while starting with dinner.


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After dinner, I went upstairs to possibly start on my homework, but end up giving up and instead turn on Netflix to watch Pretty Little Liars. Quickly changing into my pyjamas, and grabbing some chocolate ice cream and a water bottle, I'm ready to start my evening of five lying, but well-dressed teenage girls, and a stalker named A.



Andy's POV:

I've spent the past two hours Skyping Juliet, and all we, or should I say, she, talked about was her up and coming album, and tours. I love her, but talking for two hours straight after a long show is exhausting. All I really wanted to do was maybe talk to her for a little bit, half an hour tops, and then head out to a bar with the guys. Does that make me a bad boyfriend?

By the time I'm done talking to Juliet, the guys are back, and barely buzzed probably wanted to stay mostly sober since we have a show tomorrow and an early interview.

Deciding to grab a beer from the mini fridge, CC, Jake, Jinxx and I start playing Call of Duty while Ashley heads off to his bunk to crash. He had the most to drink by far, and is overall exhausted. We all are, but the good thing is tour is coming to an end, only about four shows left. After that we start working on bvb4, and then Warped tour.

I feel like the last couple of shows are going to be good.

Notes

Hi everyone!
So this is the next chapter, and I kinda feel like it sucked... :(
I trying my best to imagine how Andy and the rest of BVB would be, but I don't want to make them not themselves... if that makes any sense

Tell me what you think!
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