The Fallen and the Angel

I stared at him. “You’re kidding. Right? I’m being punk’d? You, Andy Biersack want me-“

He cut me off. “I never did get your name.”

“Lydia. Anywho, you want me, Lydia Rielly, to show you around New York.”

“Well, Lydia, your name suits you; it’s beautiful and unique like you.” He stated.

Woah. Back the truck up. Was he FLIRTING?! I felt my cheeks flush with red.

“Uh, thanks?” A question? Did I really respond to THAT with a question?! What was wrong with me?!

“And yes, I do. You seem like you know your way around.” He ended with a beautiful smile.

“I mean, I guess,” -Grrr wrong answer Lydia! - “when would you want this to happen, exactly?”

He seemed to think about his answer, causing the anticipation rushing through me to only intensify. Either that or he already knew how to drive me crazy based off a 10 minute conversation.

“Is tomorrow okay? I mean, having to wait to see your pretty brown eyes again may drive me all the way back to L.A.”

Y’know, if you would have told me before this that Andy was the flirting type I would have laughed right in your face. And that reminded me.

“Why are you here in New York anyway? Aren’t you guys getting ready for tour?” I asked, intrigued and covered my mouth as I yawned. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was half passed midnight.

“Can we talk about it tomorrow?” He raised an eyebrow, still waiting for me to answer his 1st question of me taking him sight-seeing.

“Yeah, sure.” I replied with a half-smile and stifled another yawn.

“You seem tired.” He smiled as he pulled something from his pants pocket.

“Well, yeah.” I laughed. “Uhh?” I questioned as he pulled my hand up to the height of his chest; he only smiled. He began to scribble something on my palm with a black sharpie, which I’m assuming is what he got from his pocket.

When he touched my hand, I felt that his was cold, but rather than a chill, a wave of heat coursed through me. ‘I’m just a fan. Only a fan. A very fucking lucky fan…’ I told myself

He capped his maker and I looked at my hand, and raised an eyebrow in complete shock.

“I would have asked for paper, but I didn’t want to hold you any longer; you really look like you’re about to hit the floor.” He laughed. If only he knew that me being exhausted was only half the reason I looked like I was going to pass out…

“No, that’s fine.” I laughed.

“Text me when you wake up.” He said with yet another flawless smile.

“Sure. Goodnight Andy.” I smiled back.

“Goodnight, Lydia.” He said and threw me a quick wink before he turned and walked down the hallway.

I felt my heart jump as I re-entered my key into the slot.



After getting changed, brushing my teeth an adding his number into my contacts, I laid in my bed, thinking about what the fuck exactly happened today.

Ok. I woke up this morning at 10:30. I showered and called my mom. I chilled in my hotel room until I decided it was time to actually be semi-social. I changed out of pajamas into clothes and fixed my hair and did my eyeliner. I went for food at McDonalds and went to see the tree. Normal.

And then I met him. And then he started flirting. And I was a bitch. And now I’m showing him around where I grew up. NOT NORMAL!

I replayed today’s events over and over in my head until I succumbed to sleep.

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