Unsung Heroes

Ch. 3 Is it too soon?
I ended up sitting in that little coffee shop for a good three hours with Ashley. We just talked about random shit and made crude jokes at each other (he was reigning it in until I said something about vaginas and whipped cream -- I forget what -- that made him stare at me for about ten seconds before bursting out laughing to the point where he was wiping tears off his face) and basically just forgetting about horrible people in my life and the fat Hell's Angel from earlier.
"So, I'm standing in the middle of fucking NOWHERE, okay, and it's raining really heavily and I'm soaking wet, and this drunk bitch with the biggest lips I've ever seen -- like seriously she looked like she was wearing those candy lips it was fucking disgusting," Ashley says between laughs. "Comes up to me out of the blue and just grabs my dick through my pants and says 'tell CC i said hey' and then she just leaves!"
I hold onto the edge of the table to keep from falling over. "Oh my god what the fuck?" I hissed between laughs.
Ashley looked at me like "finally someone actually agrees with me!" and threw his arms up. "Thank you! When I told CC he just looked at me like 'what the fuck are you smoking?' and everyone else just teases me about not getting laid." He scratched his arm. "I don't wanna get fucking laid by a girl with sausage lips!"
I wiped my eyes and blinked. "Oh my god, I've got one better!"
He pretentiously propped his head up on his hand and looked at me with big eyes. "Oh, do tell!" He said with a really bad fake posh accent.
I laughed before starting my story. "Okay, I was at this lesbian bar in Vegas, and I was just sitting there, enjoying my beer -- my ex was out with his buddies that night and i needed a break from men -- and this INCREDIBLY butch lesbian who's like a foot taller than me and really skinny comes up to me and just hands me a slip of paper and winks at me and tells me to follow her. She actually just grabbed my arm and pulled me, and she pulled me into what i think was a spare room and she covers my eyes with a blindfold. When it's gone, she's standing there, in a FUCKING DOMINATRIX dress and just says 'what's your safe word Miranda?'"
Ashley's eyes grew huge. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
I laughed. "No! She was hired by someone's girlfriend to fulfill some fantasy and she grabbed me by mistake!" I couldn't breathe i was laughing so hard.
We were starting to get glared at and I'm pretty sure we were being louder than we thought we were.
"Aw, man," Ashley said, taking a deep breath. "I haven't laughed that hard in... fuck i don't even remember!"
I breathed in deeply to get my heartrate under control and i brushed a few loose hairs out of my face. I'm sure by that point my face was bright red and I was out of breath. Ashley looked pretty much the same, but his brown eyes were tearing up a little bit.
"Oh my god, you have no fucking idea how much I needed this today," I said breathlessly dabbing at my eyes to clear the water that had gathered there with all the laughing.
After we got our breathing under control we just kind of sat there looking at each other until i looked down at my hands and played with my fingers.
Ashley picked up his sunglasses and started to clean the lenses with the hem of his wifebeater.
I cleared my throat and looked at the time on my phone. 3:40 pm? Crap! I have work in twenty minutes!
"Um," Ashley looked up. "I hope you don't mind but I have to go to work in twenty and if I'm late my boss will kill me."
Ashley's eyes rounded slightly before he jumped up (scaring me a little bit in the process).
"Oh no, of course I don't mind!" Was it just me, or did he sound nervous?
He waited for me to get up and get my stuff before moving ahead of me to get my bike helmet and open the door for me. To which I sighed at but walked out anyways.
"Normally I don't like it when guys open doors for me, but because you're you and you made me feel better today and I really needed it so... yeah this is the last time you get to do that for me."
He smirked. "Does that imply that I can see you again?" He said in a flirtatious voice.
I smiled. Then held out my hand. "Hand me your phone."
He looked a bit shocked but complied, unlocking it before handing it to me. I opened his contacts and opened a new one. I put my name in as "Indy G." and my cell number before taking a selfie of me sticking my tongue out and saving it into his phone.
When I handed it back to him, he was looking at me funny (again -- he does that a lot) more than likely because of the selfie. When he saw my contact in his phone, he grinned cheekily at me.
"Text, call, whatever you feel like." I took my bike helmet from him and headed towards my lowrider, pulling the key from my pocket.
"Nice ride." I looked back to see he had rolled his weight onto his right leg with his hands in his pockets and looking at me with his face angled upwards.
I smirked. "Thanks." I made a motion with my hand for him to call me before pulling my helmet on, putting my bag into the compartment, and straddling the bike. When I turned it on, I looked up to see that Ashley had moved so that he was right next to me.
He leaned inwards toward me with a flirtatious smirk on his face. He unstrapped my helmet and pulled it up so it was off my face but still on my head. He leaned forward to press a kiss to my cheek. His lips were soft, if not slightly chapped from the dry air.
"Sorry," he whispered in my ear. "But i couldn't just let you leave with a 'see ya'." He pulled my helmet back down -- ow -- over my face and tapped my nose through the opening where the screen goes down.
"I'll text you in a bit and... see where it goes form there." He turned and sauntered off towards the parking lot.
I blinked slowly, trying to recover from the oddness of what had just happened, and then shook my head to focus myself on driving to work. I revved the the engine before pulling out of the parking lot onto the main road toward where I worked -- an alternative music shop full of differen records, vinyls, CDs, posters, band merch, the works. I pulled quickly into the back of the store and parked by teh back entrance of the store. I quickly made my way into the store and checked myself in right before 4 pm. Sighing in relief, I moved to where my locker was and threw my bad and bike helmet into it.
"Indy!" I flinched and turned to see my manager, Agnes, a snotty college student majoring in economics who thought she was better than the rest of us because she's in school. Well, joke's on you, nerd, I CAN DRINK AND YOU FUCKING CAN'T YOU SPOILT BITCH! She literally is the epitome of college nerd -- T-shirt with some famous philosopher on it, faded red flannel, faded baggy jeans, and mousy brown hair pulled into a ponytail and thick rimmed glasses.
"Yes, Agnes?" I said as sweetly as was humanly possible through my teeth.
"You're late!" She said snootily, pushing her glasses up her nose with her index finger.
I smiled thinly. "Actually, Anges, I am on time as you can see." I pointed at the digital clock on the wall, which had just turned to 4 pm. "So... yeah... I'm gonna go start my shift now." I said, pinning my nametage to my chest adn walking out of the backroom into the store.
I heard Agnes huff behind me, but she knew better than to argue. She picks on me the most because she was second choice for manager when I was first. I turned it down and now she's bitter to me and makes sure to remind me of it at every chance she gets. The last time she did that though, I almost punched her in the mouth, and I instead told her I have a serious temper and I took martial arts in Rio. She shut up after that.
I headed toward the cash register to see Angel standing there, waiting for me to take over one of the registers and relieve her of some of her stress. Her aqua blue hair was pulled back today, and her makeup was really light. When she saw me, her face lit up briefly before looking sad when she remembered what happened earlier that day.
"Hey, Angel," I said brightly, going behind the register.
To say she looked surprised would be teh understatement of the century.
"Hey... Indy," She said slowly. "Why are you so perky?"
I smiled. "Because I just had the best coffee date of my LIFE!" Normally I wouldn't mention that I met someone famous to ANYONE, but Angel isn't really a BVB fan, so it wouldn't mattre as much to her.
Angel raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
I smirked. "Remember what i told you what i would do if i ever met anyone from Black Veil Brides?" I'd told her I'd probably pee myself, faint, and then act like a dork who couldn't speak the whole time.
Her eyes grew big. "Who'd you meet?"
I grinned. "Ashley Purdy, and he wanted my number and he wants to see me again!"
She smiled. "That's great, but... what about Mitch? You were with him for five years, doesn't that make what you're doing now just like him?"
I rolled my eyes. "Ang, hone, let me tell you something about that. One, He's a guy. Two, he has a penis with which is the only thing he thinks with, and three, I really don't care cause I need to feel good about myself and that needs to happen now!"
Angel shrugged. "Okay, but... I hope you know what you're doing."
I smirked. "Oh, trust me, Angel. I know EXACTLY what I'm doing

Notes

the fan encounters i put were random ones i made up none of them are real unless you recognize them as ones they have described as happened to them.

I don't own Ashley or anything BVB related