Stephanie and I had just broken up with our former boyfriend or girlfriend.

I found her after school texting someone.

"Hey, who are you texting?" I asked. She jumped a little when I said that.
"Jesus Christ. You fucking scared me. I'm texting my dad. I asked him if I could go over to your house after school and he said it's fine. He's happy that I actually have a friend. And I just need to get away from my brother for a while." I said.
"Why do you need to get away from your brother?" I asked.
"Because he fucking bullies me too. It's worse at home than it is here." Stephanie said. She looked so shaken up after everything that had happened today, and definitely what has happened in the past.
"Let me see your arms." I said to her. I wanted to make sure she wasn't cutting herself. she showed me both of her arms, and she looked confused.
"Good. You aren't cutting yourself." I said.
"That's because I listen to We Stitch These Wounds everyday. I never get tired of your music. I never will. Why would I when you have helped me so much these past months since it's been out? That would just be fucking retarded." she said, and I wasn't expecting that answer.
"I don't know what to say..." I said.
Then she asked," What's your next album called?"
"Uhh," I said," Set The World On Fire. It comes out in a few weeks actually. I'll make sure you're the first one who gets a copy."
She smiled and hugged me.
"And by the way, Sandra left the band." I said, "our new drummer is Christian Coma."
She looked at me and said, " Well, is he cute? I'm kidding," she said when she saw the look on my face,"oh, and you can call me Stephie or Steph. Whichever one you prefer."
I laughed and leaned in closer to her. Our lips were about to touch when we were interrupted. I looked down at Stephie and she looked disappointed, then I looked at whoever had interrupted. It was of course Alyssa and Mitchell.

"Wow. Can we not have any privacy?" I said getting angry.
"No you fucking can't. You stole my fucking girlfriend. You piece of shit." Mitchell said.
"Okay," Stephanie said," first of all, I broke up with you because you cheated on me with that thing standing next to you. Next time, think about letting your ex girlfriend and your girlfriend's ex boyfriend have some fucking privacy. Thanks."
"Ooh, you better watch your mouth when you talk about me bitch."Alyssa said, "Or I will personally beat the shit out of you."
"Oh no you won't," I said," not when I'm with her. Now, leave us alone."
"And what are you gonna do,?" Mitchell asked.
"I'm going to continue living my dream. And if that involves tours, I'm taking her with me." I said.
"What do you mean tours?" Alyssa asked.
"I mean going to different countries and cities and playing music with my band. In my case, singing. And we play with different bands, like Asking Alexandria, Falling In Reverse, bands like that." I said, "And just in case you're wondering, I am in a band. It's called Black Veil Brides. Now leave and stop bothering us. It's putting her into a deep fucking depression, and I hate to see my fans like that. Especially her, because if this beautiful girl right here decides to take her life, I will be so furious at both of you. Especially you, Mitchell. You broke her fucking heart today, and Alyssa, you broke mine. So fuck both of you. We're leaving."
I looked at Stephanie, and noticed that she was crying. I pulled her close and crashed my lips against hers. I felt her starting to smile, but then we were pulled apart, and before Mitchell could punch me for kissing her, I punched him first, then took Stephanie's hand and left.

"Thanks Andy. For what you said." Stephanie said, then we kissed again, without being interrupted.
"It's no problem Stephie. I'm glad I can be here for you, including my music." I said.

We got to my house and I opened the door for Stephanie. She went inside and I followed. My parents weren't home.

"So, when are you touring?" Stephanie asked. I pulled out my phone and looked at the text I had from Ashley.
"Well, this text I got from Ashley during our little situation at school, we leave next week." I said, " And yes, you can come with us."
She hugged me. I was happy that she could have a chance to get away from her shitty life with her what sounds like a douchebag of a brother, yet I still had a question on my mind. I wanted to know if she could sing, since she spends everyday listening to music.
"I just have one question, do you like to sing?" I asked.
"Of course I do."Stephanie said," What would I do in my spare time?"
"Well then, show me that you can sing. I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours sing." I said, as I texted Jake to come over and play the Mortician's Daughter. He was there within five minutes with his acoustic. He started playing.

"I open my lungs dear,
I sing this song at funerals, no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times just plush.
A baby boy you've held so tightly,
This pain it visits almost nightly.
Missing hotel beds I feel your touch."
She stopped there.
"Wow... that was fucking amazing!" I said. I definitely wanted her to sing onstage with me.

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