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My black boots tapped rhythmically against the white tiled floor of the store. The line was moving exceptionally slow so I took a look at the counter, Red Bull©, Chips, candy, and Cigarettes... Ew. My nose cringed at the very thought, as the imaginary smell filled my nostrils. I continued to look but this time I glanced at the hand holding the pack. Very slender, a bit pale, delicate even, but decorated with artsy tattoos and cool silver rings. When the guy in front finally stopped taking his sweet time, I went up and paid for my things. Quickly I spun on my heel and my face made contact with a body. A nice body at that. I looked up and met eyes with a porcelain face that homed bright blue eyes and attractive pink lips that had a corner enlaced in a lip piercing. The boy reached an arm wrapped in tattoos on the counter, as if to pull me in but just as I was internally melting he pulled his arm back, holding the Red Bull can. Before turning around, he rolled his eyes and muttered something underneath his breath. I watched him walk away. Long slender body, short silky black hair, ripped skinny jeans, Batman tank and combat boots. What a jerk. I scoffed in disapproval as I walked to my car, holding my bag.
It was a quick drive back home, my mind still on the attractive yet rude boy I met earlier. I sighed as I exhausted myself, constantly trying to remember if I had seen him somewhere before today. The images were at the tip of my tongue but too foggy to remember where. My house came in view as I drove towards it, parking in the garage. I went through the door from the garage that led to the kitchen, and there I found my mother happily humming along to her tunes as she cooked. "Mmm, smells delicious mom." I grinned as I hugged her from behind. "I picked up some things from the gas station, if you want to check it out." I gestured over to the plastic bag that rested on the counter. She nodded just as I went upstairs to my room. It was an average room. Not too girly, not too anything really. The room's walls were white except for the Lilac accent wall on the right. In the corner was my bed, decorated with purple sheets and green, white and blue pillows. All the way on the other side was my desk and directly above it was the shelf for my books. Butterfly decals covered one of walls and paralleled the closet where all my old things were kept. I had all my clothes in a wardrobe since the closet was full. The doors of the closet were two different colors, designed with two halves of a silver butterfly that had the look of gate doors.
I took a deep breath and smiled, dropping my things by door and plopping down on a bean bag chair. My head fell back as I rested my shoulders, closing my eyes. Flashes of the boy's face flooded into my thoughts and my eyes flew open. He is too familiar, I thought to myself. I blinked multiple times before realizing I had an upside down view of my sacred closet, a aching feeling entering my gut. Slowly I sat up, then stood and walked around the bean bag chair towards the closet. I gripped the handles and took a deep breath before opening the doors, as slowly as ever. Inside laid everything I was before moving here, three years ago. CDs, band tees, and finally, my posters. I picked up the bundle, tucking it under my arm and closing the closet before plopping back down in my chair. I unrolled the poster hesitantly half way before hearing my mother yell my name.
"Alexandria Anne Ryder! Get down here right this minute!" I flinched from the depth of my mother's voice. It's been years since the last time that my mother raised her voice so loudly and frankly I don't want to know why. Quickly I stood up, poster in hand, then ran down the stairs to find my mother, lips pursed and hands on her hips. Her blue eyes glaring as she lifts her hand, gesturing to the pack of cigarettes on the table. My nose cringed at the thought, but I shook it off and sighed. "Care to explain young lady?"
"It's not mine, you can look at the receipt."
She gasped. "So you stole them?!"
I groaned, shaking my head furiously. "No I did not steal them! They belong to this guy!" I opened the poster and pointed right at Andy Biersack, lead singer and frontman of the rock band Black Veil Brides. My mind did a double take as it finally hit me. I had met Andy and accidentally took his cigarettes.
"Oh?! So you're going to blame it on this delinquent whom you don't even know?!" My mother yelled. "One thing is to smoke but another is to completely lie to my face about where you got them!"
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the pack of cigarettes and walked to the garbage can. "They. Aren't. Mine." Just as I hovered the box over the trash, the doorbell rang. My mother sighed angrily and walked over to the door. She opened it and there he stood. Andy Biersack, 6'2 and brooding, looked over at me from the door and pointed.
He smirked darkly, "If you wanted me to come to your house you could've just asked, I wouldn't say yes but you could've tried. There was no need to steal my cigs."
I rolled my eyes and threw the box at him, which he caught in his hands. "Don't flatter yourself, I don't even know who you are." Andy gave me a look then laughed as he walked over to me, taking the poster from my hand.
"Are you sure?" He frowned at the picture then at me. "However, you don't look like the type to listen to our music."
"That's because she is a good girl and has too much sense to listen to that crap you call music." As my mother spoke, a pain grew in my chest. "Excuse me?" Andy said, a confused and offended look on his face. "You heard me, Emo boy." My mother replied, placing her hands on her hips.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? You can't say that to someone! Especially to him!" I yelled at my mother but quickly regretted it.
I shook my head quickly, "Mom I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"
She raised her hand to slap me but when I closed my eyes to take it, nothing happened. Slowly I opened my eyes to see Andy holding my mother by her wrist. He looked at her seriously, his blue eyes piercing. "I never meant to be the one, who kept you from the dark. But now I know my wounds are sewn, because of who you are. I will take this burden on and become the holy one, but remember I am human and I'm bound to sing this song. So hear my voice remind you not to bleed, I'm here. " Andy sang as he released my mother's wrist, giving me a quick glance.
"Still think the music I make is crap?" He asked, a smirk growing as she couldn't answer. "Whatever." He picked up the pack of cigarettes, then walked to the door. Before walking out he looked back, "Don't hit your children just because they're right." And after that he left.
I bit my lip and ran outside, in hopes to catch up to him. "Andy!" He stopped and turned. "Um, thanks for that..." He shook his head, then looked at me with a stoic face.
"No. It was a moral obligation, nothing else." Those words hit more than I even expected, but simply I nodded, and he continued on his way.