On Leather Wings

Echo's POV:
This is bullshit. I shouldn't have to deal with her. I broke up with her months ago after she cheated on me with at least 4 different guys. I sat on the floor of my room, looking at the thousands of hate messages that filled my inbox of my phone. I had just finished unpacking the many boxes of stuff into my new room. I just moved into an apartment in downtown LA with my best friend Apollo. It had been our dream to move to LA for about 7 years now, ever since he joined my band. I sighed as I stood up to go see if he was home yet. I looked into his room, which had unpacked boxes on the floor with two mattresses in the corner that was supposed to be a bed. He hadn't gotten back from the store yet. I hated being alone. I had horrible thoughts when ever I was left alone for too long. I heard my phone go off in my pocket. I checked it to see a new message from my ex, Aurora.
'I hope you die and go to hell along with all of the other faggots!'
I wanted to throw my phone into the wall. Will she ever leave me alone?! That's all I want! My thoughts were interrupted by a loud guitar sound coming from the apartment next door. I groaned and walked over to the wall the noise was coming from. "Can you turn your music down, please?!" I yelled. I was not in the mood for loud noises right now. I just needed quietness. I heard the music soften and a low voice on the other side of the wall yelled "Sorry!" I went back to my room and sat down on the stack of mattresses that I called a bed. I slowly drifted off into a nightmare filled sleep.
Andy's POV:
I was laying in my bed listening to Metallica, just jamming out. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard someone's voice come from the wall.
"Can you turn your music down, please?!" I thought the apartment next to mine was empty! I quickly got up and turned the volume down. "Sorry!" I yelled. I guess someone finally moved in next door. Now I'm not going to be able to blast my music. Damn. Oh well. The guy sounded close to my age or younger. Maybe I should go and introduce myself. I don't have a lot of friends here, and I've been living here since I moved to LA 2 years ago. I've been so focused on improving the band that I haven't let myself make many friends, other than my friends in the band. I sighed and relaxed as The Unforgiven came on. The Black album by Metallica is my favorite album. I sat there for a little while longer, debating on whether to go and introduce myself or to just stay here. Fuck it. I got up and put on a pair of black skinnies with holes in the knees, combat boots, and a plain black tank top. I walked out of my apartment and went next door. I hesitated before knocking on the door. I waited a few seconds before I heard movement from behind the door. I'm pretty sure I heard the guy swear a few times before opening the door. "What do you-" He began before he almost choked on his words. Before me stood a guy around the age of 18. His black hair was a mess, like he had just woken up from a nap. He wore batman pajama pants and a plain tight, black shirt. He gapped at me. We stood there in silence for a second before I finally spoke. "Hey, um, I just wanted to stop by because you're new to the building, and I wanted to welcome you. And I also wanted to apologize for earlier." I smiled at him. "N-n-no, it's fine. I-I-I'm sorry that I y-y-yelled." He looked dumbfounded. "A-A-Andy Biersack?!" I chuckled a little bit. He has obviously heard of Black Veil Brides. "That's me!" I cheerfully said. "D-D-Do you want t-t-to come in?" He asked stepping aside. I smiled and nodded. This should be fun.

Notes

This is my first fanfiction I've ever written. I apologize if it's kind of boring. I got done writing this at 2 in the morning. I promise that it will be more interesting.