Welcome to the Real World.

Fuck! Motherfucking dickballs, shitdick!
I was late for work, I couldn't be late. Not today, oh god not today. I got dressed in my normal shit, some skinny jeans and a black t-shirt to cover my fat ass. God damnit! I shoved my feet into my combat boots, grabbed my backpack and raced off to my job at Kerrang! Magazine studio. I jogged down the street, weaving through the pissed off new-yorkers and tripping over feet and uneven sidewalks.

I hated this city, but I loved it at the same time. I worked out by walking everywhere, because there was no way in hell I was getting into a cab with a stranger. I tightened my grip on my bag and jogged faster, trying to get there faster. Damnit I couldn't miss today, I was interviewing one of my favorite artists! Sh-

"Shit!" I yelped as I tripped and began to fall, I opened my eyes and saw I was heading for some black denim-clad crotch. I closed my eyes again and fell head first. I opened my eyes and found myself on top of a tall man, with very good fashion. I stood up and was about to tell him to watch where he was going when I heard him groan loudly, that voice sounded familiar... I looked at him and squeaked. Andy Biersack. He was laying down on the ground holding his crotch because I, Abbie, had just head butted him. I face-planted into the royal penis!

"Shit, I am so so so sorry!" I yelped and kneeled beside him, watching the crowd pass around us as if we weren't there. "Are you okay?!"

"Yep. Just gimme a minute." He puffed out a breath.

"Oh, gosh Mr. Biersack. I am so sorry! I didn't mean to, I wasn't looking and I tripped and-"

"Call me Andy, and I understand you. You're okay, just help me up and let me take you out for a coffee."

"No its not! I..- wait what?" I reeled back as he smoothly asked me out, I stuck out my hand and helped him up from the ground.

"Let me take you out for a coffee, you are Abbigail Whethers, right?" He flashed me his famous smirk.

"Fuck, um, yeah. Um, lets go to somewhere local. I hate starbucks." I said, a bit flustered. Andy chuckled at my reaction and I led him to the local coffee shop called "creamers" which kind of made sense, I guess.

Andy laughed at my awkwardness, "Calm down, It was an accident. You didnt mean to head-butt my dick, right?" and I shook my head.

"No, but I'm still super sorry!" I whined.

"Lets just start the interview, okay?"

I nodded and began to ask questions and type in my laptop, and within about two hours the interview was finished and we had both had two coffees.

"This was nice. Thank you for letting me interview you Mr.- I mean Andy." I corrected myself quickly.

"Yes, it was. Could I have your phone number?"

What. The. Shit.

Notes

Hey! First chapter, and it doesn't completely stink like shit! Cheers to me!

-- Thorny