Lets just say that in Washington, it gets very rainy. This isn't really a place for someone who likes being in the sun, so why on earth would a rockstar from California come to live here? Yeah that's what I was wondering. Of course, he may have his own reasons that I, as a simple common person shouldn't question, but as they say curiosity killed the cat. I sit on my bed staring up at the ceiling. The small glow in the dark stars have been there forever it seemed, but in reality only a few years.
Hmm, I wonder it its supposed to get cold tonight...I get up and go for my blanket that I use when it gets chilly. As I pass by my window, I see him getting out of his car. His black leather jacket with a light gray zip jacket beneath, those amazingly tight skinny jeans and his black boots. His hair was almost shoulder length and was so very black. He was Andy Biersack and he was my neighbor. Has been for about two months now and I've only met him once. To be honest though, he was very angry and scary looking when I first met him.

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I had been walking home from school, and it had turned from a bad thunderstorm to a light drizzle. I noticed that a moving truck was parked at the house next to mine. That was strange, I really don’t remember anyone actually buying the house. As I walk by, a guy comes out of the truck carrying a box that was open. Out of it fell a grey scarf. I picked it up and looked at it, it had little white rabbits on it and at one end was a dragonfly and a white rabbit. “From your White Rabbit.” Was what was stitched onto the end.
“Um, excuse me? I think one of those guys dropped this…” I said walking up to a tall guy who had black hair and really blue eyes. He was Wearing skinny jeans, an Alkaline Trio shirt and some boots. No jacket to protect him from the rain. His eyes quickly went to the scarf and anger filled them, turning the color rock hard. “Don’t touch that!” He yelled snatching it from me. “I’m sorry-“ I tried to tell him I only picked it up but he wasn’t hearing it. “Get off my property before I call the police for trespassing!” I ran into my yard right when dad came home.
“Hey there munchkin, have a nice day at school?” He asked ruffling my hair. I shrug smiling and glance back over at the neighbor’s house. “Yep someone finally moved into that old place. Some guy from California. Biersack I think he said his name was. Andrew Biersack.” Dad said thoughtfully before pulling me inside. The last time I saw him was when he glared at me over the hedge.

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From that moment on I stayed the hell away from Andy, even if I did like his music a lot. His guy friends came over and sometimes they had parties but on other nights, Andy would just mostly sit outside in the rain smoking cigarette after cigarette that somehow never got wet.When I would see him out at places like the store, I would always make sure to never get close to him. His angry voice from that day still rung in my head even now as he slowly looks up at my window and seemingly glares at me even though I know he can't see me. I was too far back from the window plus there was a tint to the glass so in order to see inside, one would have to get really close which he was not.
I watched him go inside and soon music could be heard from inside the house and through my window. It sounded like maybe his own music or something similar. All I knew was that he was always pissed and always looking for a fight. And in someways I felt bad for him. Living in a state that always has rain must be very depressing for him, but to be honest, I'm just wondering why he moved here.

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