Authors Note: Hey guys it's Lyssa :) This is a story I wrote about a girl named Caroline, who just so happens to be Black Veil Brides drummer Christian Coma's daughter! I aged CC a little bit, I'm sorry but I had to so it would fit the story a bit better. Pairings are: Ashley/Caroline, Andy/Juliet, Jinxx/Sammi and Jake/OC I hope you guys like this very much! I worked REALLY hard on it! Will be updating soon!
Love, Lyssa 3
I sat on the ledge underneath the large window in the library, the sun warming my makeup covered face. A book lies in my lap, but I haven't bothered to even open it. I was really worried about my Dad going on tour with his band Black Veil Brides. I mean, I really do like their music, even before my Dad joined BVB, I'm just worried. Sure he's been on tour before, but maybe I'm just being over protective. It is kind of weird when people say my Dad is 'hot' and 'sexy' but I guess even though he's been in bands before and called 'hot' and 'sexy' me, being his daughter I just doesn't get used to it.
Yes, I am worried about my Dad, who wouldn't be? I know that the other guys in the band are responsible enough to take care of themselves, I just get worried sometimes. But this is Warped Tour, a whole summer full of touring, and then when it's over, the band's booked for the next two years or so; and I won't be able to see my father for two years, maybe more. It just makes me sad I guess.
I really love all the band members, even Juliet Andy's girlfriend and Jinxx's fiancé Sammi. She's one of the best women I've ever met; I wish she was my mom….
My mother took off when I was around eight months old. My mother, yeah she was with my Dad for two years, but she was cheating so much, going out and getting drunk, my Dad knew she shouldn't be allowed me because of her actions, and they where both young. Yes my Dad is in a rock and roll band, but he still has some common sense. My mom was still growing up herself.
I really love the entire band; they can take care of themselves, wow I really worry too much. I feel like a mom whose child is starting their first day of Kindergarten. Andy, Ashley, Jinxx, Jake and my Dad CC, can go set the world on fire!
I knew my Dad was at band practice, but I couldn't help but pick up my phone and send him a text. I texted 'Hey Daddy, how much longer until band practice is over? Can you please pick me up from the Library? It's closing soon and I'm here by myself. How's Ashley doing? I love you, Caroline XOXOXO.'
I clicked the send button and let out a sigh as I pushed my be-dazzled black and fuchsia colored phone into my back pocket. I pull my legs off the ledge and grasp the book firmly in my hand walking silently over to the book shelf where I got the boring thing. Hardly any one else is here. One kids asleep at the back table, a college student sits at a lone computer half awake, and the cranky librarian is eyeing everyone with suspicion.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to read my text I just got. My Dad replied to my text, and his text read; 'Practice ended ten minutes ago, I'm headed to the library right now. And I'm driving the convertible! Ashley's doing well; I know you like him princess! See you in 5, I love you too! XOXOXO Daddy :)
I smile down at the text. I love my Dad, I live with him and my Grandmother but my Dad and I are very close. I'm such a Daddy's girl; it might as well be tattooed on my forehead! The next five minutes pass quickly as I pace back and forth in front of the stacks of books pretending to look at the titles; thinking about my crush on Ashley. Yes I have teeny tiny crush on the bassist of Black Veil Brides. Okay, maybe not so teeny tiny, but more like elephant humongous! But my thoughts of Ashley are interrupted and I flash a smile as my Dad pulls up in front of the library in his shiny black convertible while blasting Motley Crue music.
I run outside towards the car waving with my backpack flapping back and forth against my hip.
"Hey Daddy!" I call out as I near ten feet away from the black car, he turns down the music and I pull the metallic passenger door open and slip into the dark leather covered seat.
The air is warm against my skin and the trees are starting to lose their ultimate greenness in the middle of June heat. "Hey Princess! How was school?" I giggle a little bit and pull my backpack down in front of my feet.
"School is School, nothing much happened. Bria and Emily where sick so it was kind of awkward not having my best friends there." I take my long pink and black hair in my hand and tie it up into a high ponytail with a stray hair band to keep it out of my face while we drive home.
"I know what it's like sweet pea." He looks over to me as we pull slowly up to an intersection and cars zip by way too fast. Most of the houses where dark and the street light where really the only things that illuminated the streets since the sun had gone down not so long ago. The air was slightly warm, but still lingered with some spring time cold as the wind blew gently through my hair.
"Hey Dad, can you pick me up from school tomorrow please, because it's the last day? Please please please!" My Grandmother dropped me off and picked me up everyday because my Dad would leave for band practice, recording sessions, meet n' greets, concerts and what not. My Grandmother took care of me when I was younger while my Dad finished high school and went to college, but he went to college near by and lived with me and my grandmother.
"I'll try my best alright. I can't promise anything but I'll try my hardest. I won't embarrass you will I?" He laughs as the car glides forward through the street.
"As long as you come in fully clothed you're fine Daddy." I sigh shaking my head in laughter as we both start to chuckle.
"Good, ohh and Caroline?" He turns his head over to me as we pull up to another red light.
"Yeah Dad?" I was used to talking to my Dad about everything. Sure if you had only seen a picture of him, with his tattoos, his make-up and war paint, you might (if you where crazy) think he was another drug-addict in a rock n' roll band. But that wasn't my Dad, sure he put up an act that he liked to party, and I'm sure he did but he was always sober when I was around him, which is a lot.
He smiles at me and laughs to him self a bit; "Caroline, I know you have a crush on Ashley!" He laughed some more as my jaw fell open.
"I DO NOT!" I scream my statement out, is my crush on Ash really that obvious?
"Uhh, yes you do." Damn he's taunting me again; I usually end up telling the truth anyways, and yes. I am incredibly attracted to my Dad's band mate Ashley Purdy. Ashley is sweet and poetic at times. But he was such a pervert, and liked to party which are some good assets too. He's incredibly hot, so hot that when I hug him I feel like I'm melting.
"No! I am not attracted to Ash!" I try to cover up my blush by rested my chin in my hands, but it's obviously not working because my Dad is laughing even harder now.
"Sweet heart, you're redder then a tomato, you look like you're about to faint after he hugs you or touches you, you always ask how he's doing. Face it Caroline, you're in love with a bassist, hey, oh! And bassists do it long!" He snickers to himself a bit and I knock my feet back and forth against each other. By bassist do it long I know what he means, because drummer do it hard, singers do it loud, bassists do it long, and guitarists do it fast.
The thought made me laugh along with my Dad and the car crept forward once again.
"Alright, maybe I do….think Ashley is," I change my bold loud voice to a hushed and rushed tone "absolutely gorgeous in everyway possible and drool worthy." I spoke the last part of the sentence so fast; I could barely hear what I said myself.
"Huh? I couldn't hear you." Oh goodness can he seriously not hear me!
"Dad, I said," my voice got quiet again "I think Ashley is absolutely gorgeous in every possible way and is completely drool worthy." I gasp out the end of the sentence once again and my face blushes even redder.
"I'm sorry I can't hear you!" My Dad looks over to me and spoke in a taunting tone, mocking me and making fun of me. Fed up, I just call out; "I think Ashley is absolutely gorgeous in every way possible and is completely drool worthy!" I yell as we pull up into our drive way.
My Dad just laughs at me and maybe I turned even redder. "Its okay, the age difference, ehh it's a bit weird but you know, he's twenty seven and you're almost sixteen. Well, I was young when I got you kiddo, so I give you permission to hook up with Ash. Just don't let him hurt my little princess!" He smiles over at me as he puts the car in park.
"Dad! You won't tell him will you?" I glance up at him as he opens the car door for me.
"Don't worry kiddo, my lips are sealed. Wow I feel like I'm supposed to be your BFF right now or something. Talking to you about boys and stuff, I'll keep everything on the down low. Unless you wanna know what he says about you….." Dad chuckles a little bit and I feel butterflies.
"He talks about me! OMG OMG OMG what does he say? Daddy you gotta tell me!" I jump up and down like a little child. My heart thumps faster and faster. THE Ashley Purdy, talking about me, ugly me? I'm incredibly short, like Snooki short, pale as can be, pink/black wavy kind of weirdly shaped hair, not anorexically skinny like all those pretty models, I don't sing well, I don't have perfect acne control or tanning abilities. I'm not blonde, or ALWAYS ready to party my ass off like Ash says he likes in a girl. Sigh.
Dad chuckles a bit more, wow we really laugh a lot. Dad smiles at me because he's known I've liked Ashley since I met him. Dad smiles a bit more and opens his mouth to speak.
"Ash thinks you're cute. He worries about you living with just Grandma while we're on tour. Since she's old and stuff. He says doesn't want you to be lonely because he knows how close you are to me and the band," He grabs a beer from the fridge and tosses me a wild cherry Pepsi, what can I say? Just like my Dad, I love wild cherry Pepsi. "Also, when I brought you into band practice with me for the first time, Ash leaned over and said 'Who's the cute chick you brought along?' damn I feel like I'm a girl at a sleepover right now. You know he talks about you all the time, saying stuff like 'dude, your daughter is hot as hell' and 'hey CC, when is Caroline coming to band practice again?' from what I can tell, you two have got it bad for each other." He leans against the wall and I'm perched up on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
I give a little fan girl squeal and blushed a bit and the thought that Ash likes me. "Wow, that's really a shocker. Ash is a pedophile then!" Dad lets out a laugh and I giggle as he takes a sip of my beer and I pop open the icy cold can of wild cherry Pepsi.
"Yeah, Ash really can be a pervert!" I giggle a little bit, thinking about Ashley's bass that has 'porn' written on it, the bass that had 'I love Sluts' painted on it, and his mirror that's lined with pictures of naked women. He always says he basically only likes blondes with big boobs. My hair is pink and black, and my boobs; I mean I'm a double D, so that doesn't really count as a disadvantage with Ashley. I'm still, I'm not blonde, tall, and anorexically skinny, I've been over this before. I'm not what he says he wants in a girl.
"Oh my God my daughter's falling in love." Dad just shakes his head and smiles up at me because I'm sitting up on the island.
"Dad, are you sure he likes me? I mean I'm not pretty or anything. I'm not the skinny blonde with big boobs girl he says he'd hook up with." I stare down at my feet that swing back and forth underneath me.
"Aww Caroline. Don't think that way, you're a healthy weight, maybe a little under weight actually, you aren't blonde but blondes get a bad wrap a lot; about the boob thing, I think Ashley is more then happy about your boobs. Hahahaha!" I stare down at my chest, and when I stand up and look down, I cannot see my feet. I have huge boobs, with is a little hard to pull off sometimes when you're Snooki kind of short, unless of course, you're Snooki. (Sorry Snookers, I love you so please forgive me, no offence intended here!)
"Thanks Daddy." I smile and lean in to give him a hug and some of his war paint rubs off on me but I really don't mind. The war paint comes of easy like sweat, and it smears across his arms. Of the whole band, my Dad wears the most war paint, so it's no surprise that his war paint comes off easy.
"Daddy, you won't try to look all normal tomorrow right?" I keep hugging him and I look up at him. Dad with a polo on, kaki pants, it's scary. It's even scarier when he wears a suit.
"Sure thing Blasph," He un-tangles our arms and leans back against the counter opposite me and takes another swig of beer.
"Dad, what's up with using my middle name?" My middle name was Blasphemy, I really rather liked it. Blasphemy is a will against God, or the destruction of a religious artifact. Since we're not religious, it doesn't bother me. It's is a very pretty name in my opinion.
"I like your middle name; it makes a cute nick name. Should I just call you by your full name? Caroline Blasphemy Coma?"
"Dad," I groaned at the sound of my full name. "I'm happy you're not average." I take another swig of Wild Cherry Pepsi finishing it off and crunching the can in on itself. Dad and I threw our cans into the trash and I jumped off the island.
"I am too Caroline, I am too."
"Daddy, do you think you could set me and Ash up? Please!"
"Oh my god! Caroline you're fifteen! You wanna start dating Ash NOW?" Dad lets out a groan and shakes his head. "Alright, I can set you guys up. But do not let him take your clothes off!"
"Thanks Daddy! Oh, but I'm not promising anything." I smile a little bit to myself. I'm not going to let Ash do that stuff with me while I'm fifteen, because I'm still a minor. Well, I'm a minor for the next three weeks and a few days. Then I'm sixteen! I'm so excited! Be able to drive, use the spa at the hotels we go to! I hate being the youngest of my friends, but I can just always complain that they're too old! But hey, I'm not up for that stuff, until you; the it's meant to be kind of thing.
We both laugh at my comment about not promising to do nothing related to that kind of stuff. But, if Ash actually likes me, he wouldn't just use me, I think.
"Alright kiddo, I gotta go to bed," Dad pats my back, and then kisses my forehead. "Night Blasphemy."
"Goodnight Daddy." I smile and hug him and then he trumps up the staircase to his bedroom. The long staircase wasn't lit, but neither was the rest of the house. Grandma was sleeping in her room; you could hear her snoring softly in her room that was located just above the kitchen.
The kitchen was big and lonely. I have no idea why we even have a kitchen. I mean, dinner is usually Chinese take-out, pizza and other easy stuff that me, and the band can all eat after band practice. Lot's of the times SammiDoll would come to band practice too and we'd talk and take pictures of the band as they rocked out and banged their heads.
I'm so happy Sammi and Jinxx got engaged. I'm so happy for them; they make me believe in true love. They're just the cutest couple! Sammi is the nicest woman I've ever met!
I decide its way too quiet down in the kitchen for me to I trek up the stair case to my bedroom. I pull the hair band out of my hair and let it fall down and at its longest point it hits my lower back. The shorter pieces on top are still sticking up caked with hair spray. The streaks of neon pink are covered slightly now that it's taken down.
I pull a brush of my dresser and mush the spikes down as best I can to get knots out before I shower. I take my time unlacing my combat boots and gently place them next to my bed for tomorrow morning. I love them. They're embellished with shiny pieces or metal, the zippers on the back are purple, and the platform has nails jammed into the rubber.
I go back to the door and close it so I can strip down for my shower. I pull my skull and cross bone socks off throwing them in the laundry hamper. Then strip off my second favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans. They're ripped from the ankles up the thighs with little stretched slits. The dark blue denim is warm and the cool air hitting my legs isn't very cozy. I cross my arms and pull my Misfits t-shirt off over my head and let it fall to the floor with my jeans and socks.
I look over to my door again making sure it's closed so I can strip down all the way. The paparazzi don't know of my existence I think. At least I have not been in magazines or anything. Deciding that the door was closed, and no one was looking through the windows, so I just pull off the rest of my clothes and throw my dirty clothes in the black hamper on my way into the bathroom.
I turn the shower on high so that the water will scorch my skin. The feeling of the heat, I don't know. It feels somewhat painful, but so nice at the same time. I pull out fluffy navy towel and throw it over the toilet seat and step into the blazing shower water.
The water is hot and makes the mirror steam. The strawberry shampoo spells good as I lather it into my hair working out the hairspray.
After my shower, I dry off and neglect the hair blow dryer. I already have to wake up early tomorrow, so I'll just flatten my hair in the morning. Shrugging to myself in the still foggy mirror, I brush my teeth quickly leaving my mouth stained with a mint like scent.
After wrapping myself up in my fluffy navy towel, I towel dry my hair carelessly and throw the damp towel into my bathroom hamper. Grabbing some Gir pajamas from my dresser, green shorts with the taco loving puppy all over them, and a long pink neon tank top with a picture of Gir eating a cupcake. Sighing as my hair trickled some water onto my black carpet making it even darker then it already is.
I skip over to my desk and grab my ipod, which featured bulky hello kitty head phones I had gotten from Ashley as a Christmas present last year. I flicked the light off; making the large room dark. My ipod is illuminated with the press of the button. The music player was cold to the touch and woke me up a little as I held it in my hands.
Then I crawled over to my bed, snuggling deep under the black comforter and scrolled through the albums on my ipod. Finally deciding on one of my favorite bands Get Scared; I curled my arm around my stuffed fluffy big white tiger Kyo, my Daddy gave it to me when I was five years old and he had brought me to the zoo for my birthday. I smiled a bit at the thought of my fifth birthday. It had been almost eleven years since then.
My pillow felt damp, but I didn't really care as I let myself zone out to the sound of Nick Matthews voice screaming into my ears through the Hello Kitty head phones. Crickets hummed softly outside, and lightning bugs danced through the window I was staring through. The little flashes of light, going on and off, on and off.
I let my eye lids slide down, blocking out any form of glowing light; shutting everything black. Yawning and snuggling a bit deeper into the black sheets, I sink into a deep sleep in a matter of minutes, listening to Nick Matthews singing into my ears.
Authors Note: Thanks for reading guys! I hope you liked it! As soon as I get my first review I'll post the second chapter! Hugs and cookies for all! :)
Love, Lyssa 3