Escaping Grace

I grabbed my phone, flicking through all the texts I was ignoring.
Please call me
We miss you
Liliya don't be like this again
I deleted all of them.
Nate suddenly appeared, a brown haired girls hand clasped in his. She was wearing one of our band Ts and was grinning.
"Guys, this is Clara." Nate announced. "She's a fan."
"Obv," Vale said, but she smiled. "Hey, Clara. Nice to meet you."
"N-nice to meet you," she stammered, and Nate pulled her forward.
I glanced down at my phone as another text pinged. God, when was he going to leave me alone?!
"Um, Miss Kabinov?" I looked over at Clara as she edged toward me. "Can I get a picture with you and your band?"
"Sure," I stood, and with my heels I was a little taller then her. I stepped over to her, and the guys crowded behind me as the girl took pictures with us, first in a group and then with just each of us. She was so giddy to be around us, she kept fumbling and stammering.
"You guys are so nice," she gushed, glancing at Nate. Nate grinned at her.
"Aren't you missing Black Veil Brides?" Clarke asked, leaning on my shoulder. "Oh, I don't mind. I was so excited about you guys. And then Nate saw me and my shirt and asked if I wanted to meet everyone and I couldn't help myself," she was practically squealing by the end, and I smiled.
"Well I'm glad you like us," Vale said, sitting on the makeup table. "We're not that popular yet."
"Are you kidding me?" Clara gasped. "You're all me and my friends listen too!"
I heard the music in the background fade to an end. "Aww, you've missed their concert!" I burst.
"I don't mind," she assured us. Nate caught her attention, and he was laughing with her as BVB started back to their dressingroom. Clara giggled, and I propped my feet on the table and started flicking through my Facebook.
Naye would probably keep her entertained for a while.
"Hey, who's this?" A deep voice suddenly asked.
"This is Clara," Nate introduced her.
I glanced under my lashes, seeing Andy at the doorway.
"OMG!" Clara gasped as she noticed him. "Andy Biersack!"
Andy smiled at her, but he caught my eye. I stood hastily.
"Would it be okay if I got a picture with you?" she asked in a small voice. "
He wouldn't mind," I said. "He'd be happy to get pictures with you, Clara." Clara beamed. So she obviously wasnt here for just us, I thought in amusement.
Andy sighed and leaned down to take a picture with her.
"Can I get one of you and Leah? My blog will die over this," she gushed, and Andy grinned. "Sure, she wouldn't mind."
I withheld my sigh and stepped forward. Andy pulled me to him and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I smiled at the camera she forced in our faces, and I swear she took thirty more photos before finally retreating into the hall to find her friends in the crowd.
Andy kept a tight hold on my hand and dragged me outside behind her, and she snapped another photo before rushing off down the hall.
"Andy," I started, but he continued to pull me down the hall in the opposite direction. I stumbled after him until we turned the corner.
"Andy, what do you want?" I demanded, and dug my heels in before he could drag me any farther. He turned, and gazed at me a moment, as if deciding something. "Hang out with me tomorrow."
"Hang out?" I stared at him.
"Yeah." he flicked his hair out of his face. "Like normal hang out."
"Like go to the mall see a movie grab dinner kind of hang out? Or hang out as friends hangout?" I frowned.
"Um, both?"
I didn't even want to ask if it was a date and he told me no. I hesitated. Why not?
"Sure," Iaid cautiously. "As friends, right?"
Andy grinned slightly and stepped forward. I took a step back automatically, and my back hit the wall. He chuckled.
"You're not afraid of me, are you? " he asked softly, his eyes all I could see. I caught my breath, and he stepped closer to me. He propped one arm above my head, and his fingers lifted my chin up when I tried to look away. "Do you want it to be just friends?" he murmured, tracing my jaw with his fingers. His thumb brushed my lips, and I inhaled sharply. I was supposed to still be mad at him but he was making this difficult.
He leaned forward until his face was inches from mine, his gaze so intense I couldn't look away. "So?" he asked, eyes amused. "Is that a yes or no for tomorrow?"
"I already said yes," I whispered, blushing. Last time I spent any time with him I slept with him.
"As friends?" his breath was warm against my lips. I felt like I was smothering, the heat from him was so much. I could remember his heat from last time, and I ... I didn't want to be friends.
"No," I finally said, and pressed my lips against his. My fingers clenched in his hair, holding his face to mine. He pulled me against him, and I swear he smirked for a second.
He pressed me back against the wall, his fingers brushing the bare skin of my waist. They trailed slowly up my side, and I had was unbelievably relieved I wasn't ticklish.
"Let's get out of here," he breathed, pulling away from me for a split second, the heat in his eyes mirroring mine. "Okay," I managed before he crushed his lips back to mine. He had one finger hooked into the belt loop of my jeans, keeping me pulled against him, the curve of his body wonderfully against mine.
Now if only we could get rid of the rest of our clothes.
"LEAH!"
I looked over with a jerk.
Oh fuck.
"Hi, Vale," I said weakly.
She stared at us a moment, red seeping up her face, and then turned on her heel.
"Wait, Vale!" I called, and went to go after her.
Andy caught my hand, and I looked up at him
"Tomorrow," he said.
I nodded. "Yes."
He let me go and I ran after Vale. She was in the dressing room, muttering under her breath.
"Vale," I started, but she threw up her hand. "Don't even to defend yourself on this one, Leah. There is nothing you can say that will take that image away from me."
"Dont be so dramatic," I frowned at her.
"ME?" She scoffed, and Nate and Clarke looked at us, tuning in on what I was sure to be a battle. "You're the one sucking face with the enemy."
"ENEMY? YOU'RE dating the drummer!"
"At least I'm not making out with him in public!" She snapped, and I could practically see her hair start to twist as Medusa rose to the surface.
I rolled my eyes. "I was in a hallway no one was even using! And when have I ever reacted the way you have? I have NEVER cockblocked you!"
"COCKBLOCKED!?" Vale shrieked.

Notes

What do you think so far?? This is my first fanfic and I'm still not quite sure where the story is going, so if I don't update as quickly I'm sorry!