Angel from hell

I opened the fridge to see food. Actual food. Not just the usual stale bread and expired peanut butter, but eggs and bacon. And orange juice. I took the orange juice out and got my usual cup and poured myself a glass. I looked over at the living room, my dad still calm and peaceful. What is going on today.

I took a sip of the cold glass of orange juice. I couldn't help but to think that this isn't a good sign. This isn't right.

By the time 1:30 came around I heard a knock on the front door. Since I was in my room I thought my dad was going to answer it and get pissed, but he didn't. I got out of bed and ran downstairs to see my mom and dad on the couch cuddling now. Has all the hell ended ?

Opening the front door I felt a chill from the cold, rainy, LA day.

"Hey Athena!" I said walking out to the porch and shutting the door behind me.

"You did not meet Andy Biersack."

"I did. And as a matter a fact he's bringing us hot Cheetos right now. Let's wait for him in the back yard."

We walked to my back yard. This part wasn't as pretty as the front. The grass all yellow and dry and the old swing set half broken and rusty. I pulled my phone out and texted Andy to meet us in the back yard, then joined Athena on the old, creaky wooden bench.

"I still don't believe you Trevor."

"You will once you see him."

"Well is he bringing juju?"

"No. I asked him to but he said she couldn't come." Just then I heard a familiar kind of roar from a car. I knew it was Andy's beautiful black mustang.

"He's here!" About a minute later I saw him peek his head around the house into the Backyard. Then he walked to us.

"Hey." He said handing me a grocery bag full of hot Cheetos. I looked at Athena . Her eyes wide and her mouth dropped. All I could do was laugh.

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