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I concentrated, hard, on parallel parking. I wasn’t good at it in the first place, but given the situation, with my adrenaline levels at an all-time high, I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to pull it off at all. Luckily there wasn’t any traffic, and I eventually managed it.

I took a few deep breaths. This was, without a doubt, the weirdest situation I had ever found myself in, in my entire life. I had been writing BVB fanfiction for the last three or so years. Some stories had been popular, some not at all. I had my own reasons for doing it. One story I had finally finished a few months ago, A Deadly Ache, had become really popular. And been noticed.

So now, here I was, using vacation time from work to travel to L.A., to talk to Juliet Simms and Andy Biersack about my story. Or, more specifically, theirs.

Apparently Juliet loved my writing, and wanted me to write the story of their relationship. They were tired of getting so much hate, and wanted people to see it through their eyes. I had tried to turn her down respectfully, but repeatedly, already. Aside from being a difficult undertaking for which I didn’t have time, anything I wrote would be with my voice, not theirs, really. I didn’t know them or their history.

But I had really felt for Juliet. And I had been so flattered and surprised that she had liked my writing. It was, well, unrepentantly filthy at times. Did she really want me to write something like that about them? The killing blow had come when Andy had called me and asked if I would please just come and talk with them about it. My mouth had gone dry when I realized whose voice I was hearing when I answered the phone. I had agreed to come as soon as I could get time off. Sheesh.

I grabbed the notebook I had bought, my purse, and walked to the door. I rang the doorbell and realized, with a rush of embarrassment, that the cover to the notebook was green, and quickly flipped it open. Shit, as if being a an “official” obsessed fangirl wasn’t bad enough…

I heard Daredevil barking and smiled, my nerves temporarily forgotten. The door opened, and there was Juliet, smiling, looking, well, like a normal, pretty, human being. She shuffled me in, told me to be careful of Daredevil as he wasn’t able to see. (I knew that, but decided perhaps not seeming like a total stalker was a good idea, so I just nodded.) Then she fussed over me and insisted on getting me a snack and some tea. She told me she was so happy I had agreed to come, so excited! She had some business she had to run and attend to until pretty late this evening, so she hoped it was ok to start off just talking to Andy?

The thought of Andy Biersack and I, alone, as in, like, two people, in a room, and those two people are us, made me extremely nervous. And given the nature of my writing, the questions I was going to ask might make things extremely awkward... Though I said it was fine, my eyes must have shot out of my head, because Juliet did her best to calm my nerves, telling me Andy was just a big teddy bear, that it was completely ok to be a big fan, he wasn’t shy about anything. Andy was used to it and he loved his fans.

And so, about 30 minutes later, I found Juliet kenneling Daredevil, telling me that Andy was about 5 minutes away, and she was really sorry, but she had to take off. So I sat on the couch, alone in the Biersack/Simms house, clutching my notebook, fighting the urge to flee. Just as the urge won, I heard a key in the door, and I gripped my notebook tighter. “Jules?” It was him. It was Andy Biersack.

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