Heey! Black Veil Brides fanfic! Every character is about 17. Hope you like it!(:

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Nicki's POV

"NICOLE! GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS!"

"SHUT UP! IM COMING!" I screamed back at Charlie; my stepdad, hopping out of my room, struggling to put on my black gothic boots. They slipped on smoothly over my skin-tight jeans. I ran into the kitchen.

"Get that damn make-up off your face. You look like a whore," Charlie took a beer out of the fridge. Ignoring him, I grabbed one for myself and took a gulp, walking out the door.

"You're too young to drink."

"You're too old for my mom." I slammed the trailer door and walked down the dirt road. God, I hate him! I kicked the ground and dirt flew up in my face.

You can probably tell that me and Charlie don't have the best relationship. He'd sexually harassed me when I was 7, and he physically abuses me. You don't believe me? I got scars to prove it. My mom is rarely home to stop it. I was staying with my dad for a few years, until he got tired of me and signed adoption papers over to my mom. She truly cares about me, the only one.

I guess those are some reasons why I rebel. I should live by my own rules, my own life; being who I wanna be without anyone to criticize. No one's trusted, I always say.

"Hello boring," I smiled at Kitty, my very best friend. She punched my arm with a black glove covering her fist, cut at the fingers. "What's our plan for today? It's the weekend. I'm thinkin' a party?"

"I got something better," Kitty grabbed my drink and took a sip, flipping her fire-red hair out of her face, revealing her sparkly green eyes highlighted with black eyeliner. "Concert. Tonight."

"Sweet!" I smirked. I LOVED music.

"I know right. My friend knows the band and he's gonna bring us there, and maybe get us to meet the band. And the lead singer is totally hot. And our age!"

"What band is it?"

"Ummm..." Kitty knit her eyebrows. "Black... Something. But it doesn't matter! It's all the music we listen to."

"Alright, it's a date. Shall we go pick our outfits?"

We had spent the next three hours deciding on what to wear. After I had made my decision, I peered into the mirror. I was wearing a black v-neck that went over my shoulder on one side, and black, ripped, skin-tight jeans with black converse. My platinum blonde hair had been straightened and teased in back and sides, leaving the bottom layer of my hair pin-straight and black while it fell halfway down my back.

"I'm ready!" Kitty skipped out of my room. She was wearing black skinny jeans with white lace going down the sides, and a black spaghetti-strap shirt with rips in the back. Black converse. Her hair was also styled similar to mine; bangs covering her right eye.

"Wow, Miss Sexy-Pants, I approve," I smirked. "Make-up time."

We almost ran out of eyeliner when I was done. My eyes were like a raccoon's, with black covering the bottom and top of my eyes. It was winged, with a pretty feathery design at the ends. I had black outline the corner of my lips on both sides. Kitty's was the exact same.

I glanced at the clock. 9:30. "When's that guy coming to pick us up?"

She also looked at the clock, then continued rummaging through her studded purse. "Should be any minute now. Are you excited to meet the band?"

"Well, I looked them up and I agree; the lead singer is smokin' hot! And I listened to a few of their songs, like Fallen Angels and Savior. They're really good."

"Sounds like you're gonna have a good time."

"Yes, yes it does."

There was a knock at the door. Kitty ran and turned the knob, and a tall young man stood in my doorway.

"Hey, I'm Nicki." I shook his hand.

"Kurt," he nodded. "Nice to meet you. You girls ready?"

Kitty nodded and we both grabbed our purses. We jumped into the red mustang and blasted the radio. Satisfied, I waited for the concert.

Kitty's POV

The concert finished at 1:00. I've got to admit, Black Veil Brides is pretty good. Nicki had went completely bonkers after the first song, New Religion. She now loves them with a burning passion.

"Are you guys ready to meet the band?" Kurt asked.

"Hell yeah, let's go," Nicki followed Kurt through backstage and outside to the back of the PNC Arts Center. And there they were, the rockstars smoking and drinking. This was gonna be fun.

Kurt and the lead singer did a little dude-high-five. "Hey Andy, meet my friends. That's Kitty." Kurt pointed to me.

"Hey," I smiled and Andy nodded.

"Nice to meet you."

"And that's Nicki," Kurt pointed to her. She smiled. Andy smiled wider.

"Hi," Andy shook her hand slightly.

"Why hello there," Nicki winked back. Andy gave Ashley a look, something like 'Damn, bro!'

Andy took a puff on his cigarette, and Nicki stared at it in a daze.

"Want a drag?" Andy held the cigarette out to her.

"No Nicki," I warned. "You've been doing so well."

"One drag won't hurt!" Nicki, the trying-to-quit-smoking-but-epically-failing-at-it girl took the cigarette out of the rockstar's hand and took a drag. She held in the smoke for a moment, then released it.

"Ohh my god..." Nicki sighed, smiling slightly. She handed it back to Andy.

I looked at Kurt's Jack Daniel's beer. "Gimme a sip," I said, taking the drink and took two gulps. Kurt didn't care. He looked hot, just sitting there with his manly beer. I chuckled at the thought.

We've been flirting back and forth, me walking my fingers up from his chest to his nose, him whispering things in my ear that made my skin tingle. I giggled.

"WHAT in the UPSTRUCK are you two LAUGHING AT?" Nicki shouted rather loudly, already drunk. Andy slipped his arm around her waist.

"Whoa baby, chill," he slightly hip-bumped her, then obnoxiously laughed, drunk also.

"Ohh god," I stood up and grabbed Nicki's arm. "Time to go. She's gettin' tipsy."

"DON'T LEAVE!" Andy shouted. I shook my head.

"Here," I took a sharpie out of my purse and jotted down a number on Andy's hand. "Here's Nicki's number. Call her tomorrow."

"Wooooo hooooo!" he faltered, then wobbled backwards and fell on Jinxx's lap.

"Umm..." Jinx stared at the drunk man giving him a lap dance. "See you guys some other time."

"Okay!" I kissed Kurt's cheek and ran off with Nicki. "Bye!"

"Byee!" Nicki smiled, getting dragged into the car. She immediatly fell asleep after that. I had took her to her house, and we both slept there.

Ashley's POV

"Good morning," I walked into the living room of the hotel we're staying at. The guys greeted me, unnaturally wide awake.

Then I saw Andy, him zombie-walking into the room, eyes practically closed. She slumped onto the couch.

"Well good morning sunshine!" I said sarcastically, brightly smiling.

"Meh," he grumbled, shoving a pillow in his face. Suddenly he knit his eyebrows and stared at his hand. "Did I hook up with someone?"

I laughed. "You almost did."

"Nicki?"

"Yup," I nodded. "But then her friend Kitty, being the sober one in the equation, took her home."

"Wow, I must've been hammered," he rubbed his eyes.

"You were."

He stayed silent for a moment, deep in thought. "I'm gonna call her."

"You sure man?" I asked.

"You kidding? She's hot as hell." he looked at me weird.

"True," I shrugged one shoulder and slumped into the fluffy chair. Andy walked into the hallway, putting his cell phone to his ear.

Andy's POV

"Hey, Nicki?"

"Yes, this is she. Who is this?"

"Andy. Kitty gave me your number last night right before you left." I paced down the hallway.

"She did? Oh, wow, I must've been reeaaal drunk." she laughed stupidly.

"Oh trust me, I don't remember anything either," I scratched my head. "Hey, you looked really good last night. Or at least I think you did."

Nicki laughed once again. "Thanks. Your band is really good! And you totally fit that badass rockstar style."

"Well I've been doing it for a while. Do you think maybe we could go out today? I know this little park nearby... We could have a picnic or something. If you want?"

"Sure! Sounds fun!" she said happily.

"I know it's lame, but I like first dates to be simple." I shrugged then swallowed, really trying to not to sound like a jackass.

"No, I think it's really sweet," I could imagine her smiling. "I'm really looking forward to it. So, you'll pick me up at 7?"

"Yes I will. See you later."

"Bye!"

I hung up the phone and smirked widely, twirling the phone in my hand and walking into the living room.

"Someone's happy," C.C. observed.

"Yess," I sat on the couch. "Got a date tonight with Nicki."

"Ooh, nice."

"I know."