Accidents Don't Just Happen Accidentally

It's funny, I never was even supposed to go to the concert. I was supposed to work, and my ticket was going to become my sister's ticket instead. Fortunately, she couldn't make it, and my boss called me not an hour before I was to report to work, telling me I was not needed, that there was a slow day and she was closing the place for the day.

I guess I didn't mind the shortage I would receive on my next paycheck, I was ecstatic to be able to go see my favorite and band live. I had been waiting for this day to come. The last time I saw them live was when I was still a teenager, and now I'm twenty-two. (Don't you dare start singing T. Swizzle.)

It was me, and my best friends, Sam and Zack. Sam and I made the executive decision to slightly match. While I wore a loose tank top and ripped shorts, she went for the exact same shirt (just in red) with bermudas and combat boots. Her and I had a tradition of matching when we went to concerts, even if it was on accident. Zack, of course, didn't give a shit, he just threw on jeans and a Nirvana tee like always. I'd have to say, though, my favorite part was when Sam and I were doing our eyeliner and Zack had to borrow mine because he left his at home.

Anyways, when we got to the concert, the air was filled with power and the anxious breath of a sold-out show of hundreds. We had gotten good spots, at the front of the mosh pit, where soon, we would be within reaching distance of the bands that were to come. That's how it all started, at the front of the mosh pit.

When Black Veil Brides came on stage, Sam and I lost it, we screamed and sang along even louder than before. The energy of the crowd and of the band as they played their instruments with ease and sang like angels, was enough to make me believe I was in heaven. I honestly thought nothing could get better than this, nothing else could compare.

That changed, though, after the concert, very quickly. Sam, Zack, and I were going to the meet and greet, and when our turn came (we were the last ones) CC asked if we'd like to all go back to the bus with the band. How could we decline?

Alcohol was involved the moment we set foot on the bus. Zack was talking to Jake about their tattoos, leaving Sam and I guided by CC. Everyone seems to forget about CC, but he's super awesome so I don't understand why. Seriously, this man is just awesome to be around.

"What are your names?" CC asked, handing out beers to anyone that walked by. To think, I'm on BVB's tour bus, and hey look, there's Jinxx.

"Hey it's people." I heard Andy's voice behind us.

"Yes, I invited people to come party with us." CC responded.

Sam was the first to introduce herself, "I'm Sam and I like sugar."

"Hello Sam That Likes Sugar." Jinxx said, joining the conversation.

I waved, signaling I was going to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Alex, and I'm an alcoholic." I saw the opportunity and took it. I quickly interjected before anyone could comment, "Sorry, kidding, kidding."

My attempt at being funny actually earned me some laughs from the band members around me. I cracked open my beer. CC started to flirt with Sam and soon I noticed Ashley in the distance, clearly putting on some music. Call me crazy, but I've always kind of wanted to pet his hair.

Jinxx and I migrated Ashley's way--he wanted to introduce me to him. I noticed Andy left the tour bus with a phone in hand. Jake and Zack seemed to be really into their conversation, so we let them be.

"Hey, Ash, say hello." Jinxx tapped Ashley's arm when we got to his corner where music soon started playing.

Ashley turned around, noticing me he said, "Hello person. I'm Ashley."

"Alex." I replied.

"Is that short for something? Like Alexandra or Alexis or..."

"Alexia."

He nodded. "Okay, Alexia, did you like the show? I saw you in the crowd."

A smile spread across my face, "Best show I've seen yet."

"Have you been to a Black Veil Brides concert before tonight?" Jinxx asked.

I nodded, "Yep, when you guys had just released Set the World On Fire."

"You from around here?" He asked.

"Yea, I live on the other side of town."

From that point on Ashley, Jinxx, and I started talking about the most random things. Truth be told, I was a little shy, and I noticed the guys kind of were as well. As I continued to drink though, my shy persona wore off and I became a little less socially awkward. I normally can't flow a conversation with someone I've just met, but talking to Ashley and Jinxx really brought me out of my shell.

Soon Jake and Zack decided to join the conversation, while CC and Sam started making out on the couch. Sam's always had a soft spot for CC, and it honestly doesn't surprise me that she took her opportunity there. I find it absolutely adorable--her crush that's she's had on CC.

After about an hour, I decided to step outside for some fresh air. It was fairly warm on the bus, and being so late at night, the light breeze sounded good about now. My feet hit the pavement and the door shut behind me. I knew by now that I had been binge drinking, and I certainly wasn't sober, but I wasn't shitfaced either.

I heard what sounded like Andy's voice, shouting. I don't know how but I seemed to have completely forgotten that he left the bus earlier. I didn't try to eavesdrop...it just sort of, happened.

"God! You do this all the fucking time, Juliet!"

Juliet? He was having a phone fight with Juliet? Curiosity got the best of me and I continued to listen in on the conversation.

"You know what, I'm sick of your shit. Every time I go on tour, you act like a bitch... No! I'm not saying that!... You know what? Fuck you!"

As you can imagine, I was a little startled. Now I was going into panic mode a little, because I heard Andy's heavy, angry footsteps coming my way. Not knowing what to do, I decided to stay put. It wasn't like i could just slip inside and pray he didn't notice; that could just piss him off farther.

He stopped abruptly when he noticed me. He was clearly fuming, but he flushed of color when he saw me standing there. I couldn't tell whether he was embarrassed, or more pissed off that I had been standing there.

"Did you hear any of that?" His voice was deeper than before, more than likely due to his anger.

I blushed and looked away before gently nodding. I was ashamed to admit that I had been eavesdropping \. I wasn't exactly thinking straight when I decided to continue to listen, rather than be respectful and go back inside.

I glanced up at him. He didn't look more enraged, so I'm going with that's a good thing. Instead, I ruled his face was mixed with various emotions, one being embarrassment. I'm actually generally good at reading people, but when I'm not fully sober, it gets foggy.

"I'm sorry. I stepped outside for some fresh air and--" I was trying to explain myself rapidly.

He cut me off, "No, no, it's not your fault. It's okay."

There was an unsettling silence for a few moments. I could feel the tension between us, and I could sense his rage, but something told me he wasn't enraged toward anyone but Juliet. I didn't know whether or not to continue talking awkwardly, or going inside. I settled for the first option.

"If you don't mind me asking, what was that about?" I asked sheepishly.

He sighed, "Nothing, just some personal problems."

I hesitated responding, "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Pretty fucking sure." He stated.

"Well, if you want to vent, I've been told I'm a good person to vent to, because I don't take much to heart."

He glared at me, a mixture of annoyance and a glazed over desire evident. I don't think the annoyance was meant for me, but more just being directed at me. I didn't take it personal, if he was actually annoyed at me, I'm sure it was more because he walked into the conversation livid.

He checked me over. I came to the realization that he was checking me out. My cleavage was showing just enough--it had become more visible as the night progressed. The rest of my curves were displayed nicely, but not overpowering. I hoped to God that my eyeliner was still on point, because the more he looked at me, the more self conscious of my appearance I became. Hey, when a hot guy like Andy Biersack is checking you out, you get a little nervous as to if you look okay or not.

"I have a better idea." By now, he was coming closer oh-so-slightly as he spoke every word.

"Like?" I asked, as I felt his hand creep around my waist, our faces inches apart.

"Like this." He stated, quickly grabbing my face with his other hand and kissing me hard.

I was shocked, as would be any girl in the same situation. I mean, come on, Andy Biersack was kissing me. Andrew Dennis Biersack was kissing me.

I didn't even question it, though, or think of the consequences, because I push him away. I didn't make him stop. I did not once try to end it. Instead, I went along with it, and I kissed back. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think he was attractive and that I've thought about this moment in the past. I just never thought it would happen.

The inches between us closed and I felt him growing excited down below. I moaned into the kiss as he planted another on my lips. He started to nibble down my jawline and all the way to my ear, before whispering, "Inside. Now."

He let go of me, but grabbed my arm to hurry me along. He swung the door open and helped me up the steps. The door slammed shut behind us, but no one seemed to notice us, they were all busy doing whatever it is that they were doing.

Andy held onto my arm as he led me to the back of the bus. He seemed eager, and demanding at the same time. Truth be told, it was turning me on. Thinking about what was to come made my insides melt.

When we got back to the bunks, Andy shut the door behind us. He slammed me against the door, not too roughly, and began attacked my neck while fumbling with my shorts. I heard the zipper and I kicked off my Chuck Taylors I had been wearing before the shorts could hit the ground. I palmed Andy through his pants, receiving a groan of pleasure from him.

"You sure you want to?" He asked in a husky tone, which only caused me to grow wetter, soaking my panties further.

"Yes." I gasped as I felt him rub me through my panties.

I tugged at the hem of his ripped up shirt and managed to get it over his head. I ran my hands up and down his bare chest, feeling his hot skin. He looked me straight in the eyes and asked me, "You, Alex, are wearing far too many clothes."

I was a little surprised he remembered my name. I mentioned it once, and shortly after, he had left the bus to talk to Juliet. Regardless, it was a comfort that Andy Biersack knew my name.

He almost ripped my shirt in half trying to get it off of me. He unclasped my bra and let it fall off as he did rip my black lace panties in half off of me. I gasped, I wasn't expecting him to be so forceful and eager. Dammit, those were my favorite pair.

I undid his jeans and slid them off of his tall figure. He wrapped his arms around my waist and started nibbling on my ear, before telling me to jump. I did as he asked, and wrapped my legs around his torso. He stumbled back toward a bed--his I presumed. He crashed us onto it, all the while sucking and biting down on my neck. I was going to have one hell of a hickey collection tomorrow morning.

He made his way down to my breasts and started biting down on my left nipple. I gasped and grabbed a fist full of his hair, "Andy!"

"You're going to fucking scream my name as loud as you can."

We crawled back on the bed more and Andy laid me flat. I tugged at his underwear, biting my lip. He was much bigger than I was expecting, and it made me ache for him.

"Take your anger out on me, Andy."

"What do you think I was planning on doing?" He growled. He was still pissed, I could tell, but his expression and voice was laced with lust.

He gave me no warning, no chance to adjust. He just started pounding into me. I grabbed at the bed sheets, and threw my head back in pleasure. I moaned as he went in deeper and deeper each time. I wrapped both of my legs around him, allowing him deeper entrance.

I kept demanding him to go harder, because I could tell he was holding back. Sure enough, every time I asked, he stopped holding back his restraints and pounded into me mercilessly. My throat hurt as I kept yelling out his name. He wasn't my first, but this was the first time I had had rough, angry sex, and I was enjoying it (as was Andy.)

A tight knot formed in my stomach, and soon Andy was making sloppy thrusts.

"A-Andy! Ah! I--" I yelled out as I clenched around him, both my walls, and my limbs.

He cut me off, "Don't you fucking dare cum yet, not until I tell you to, Alex."

He attacked my breasts again, this time, leaving love bites where ever he went. He pinned my arms above my head, knowing I was about to leave him scratched down his back. He lifted my leg over his shoulder, letting him go even deeper.

I moaned out, but almost in a pleading way. I didn't know how much longer I could last. He pounded so hard into me, that when he hit my cervix I almost couldn't help myself.

"Please, Andy, I can't--"

"Cum for me, Alex, cum so fucking hard."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I did as he asked, screaming out his name. Not long after, he made one last thrust, unleashing his seed inside me, letting out a string of curse words as he did.

He and I were panting like dogs and covered in sweat. He looked me in the eyes, his pupils were blown and the crystal blue was hardly evident. He didn't say anything, just pulled himself out of me. I couldn't tell what had been meant by the direct eye contact. I couldn't read him at that moment either, because I was still in an orgasmic bliss.

He toppled on the bed, next to me. I waited until my breaths were normal, then grabbed the blanket that was at the foot of the bed. I already felt a little sore, but it was a price I would have to pay. I laid back down and pulled the blanket over Andy and I.

It didn't take long until we both fell asleep.

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