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4. Don't hate BVB (Black Veil Brides) or their lead singer Andy Sixx, they are a main factor in this story... okay you can hate them if you want but don't do it they look like a bunch of girls or queers or I'd rather have Edward be with Bella in this story, you can hate them and say hey I hate their music and they're a sucky band (FOR THE RECORD YOU LEAVE ME A PM OR A REVIEW THAT SAYS THAT AND I WILL GO ON RANT MODE THE NEXT CHAPTER BECAUSE THEIR MUSIC ISN'T THAT BAD BUT FULL RANT MODE WILL GO ON IF YOU SAY YOU HATE THEM BECAUSE OF THE WAY THEY DRESS).
Those of you who are still reading this and want to stick around feel free to do what you please.
1996
I was five, you were six, I never seen someone so funny, you had blonde hair that your dad would cut short, but it always grew to fast, by the time fourth of July would roll around your bangs were over your eyes. I remember when we first met.
I was crying on the play ground, upset because Mike Newton had tripped me and got mud all over my pretty dress. I knew my mother was going to be mad at me.
"Hey, you." I looked up, and there you were, I didn't understand why you were talking to me a kindergartner, you were a first grader. "Wipe your face off." You frowned.
I did so. "What happened to you?" You stuck your hand out helping me up.
"Mike Newton tripped me and got dirt all over my dress!" I started sniffling again.
"Dirt?" You laughed and turned around shaking your head, "kids get messy. By the way I'm Andy!"
"Bella."
1999
I was eight and you were almost nine. You were grounded and couldn't come to my birthday so you missed it but gave me a gift the next day at school. A week later I was curled up under my covers my dad had come home drunk and mom and him were arguing. You told me you had this funny feeling in your body that told you to come over.
You crawled in through my window and held me as my parents were yelling. You rocked me back and forth telling me it would be okay and singing to me softly.
2003
I was twelve you were turning thirteen, it was your birthday and my parents dropped me off. I ran up to your house excited, you answered the door tired, eyes red and puffy.
"What's wrong?"
"My grandma passed away this morning," you had barely whispered.
"Oh." I hugged you and we curled up on your couch.
2005
That day I was being made fun of, I had finally started my period at the late age of fourteen, I was in eighth grade when it happened and you were fifteen, and in high school, the boys were talking about how I was now game and the girls snickered and said cruel things.
The next day you stood outside the school to walk me home, you broke his nose, Tyler Crowley. A boy in your class because his younger brother had told him. I didn't know whether to jump for joy or shrink away in horror, but something changed I started thinking you were cuter.
2006
I had finally entered high school, I was gone all summer so I wanted to see you first. I waited, when you walked into school I froze, you seemed taller, lean and some muscle but still boyish, your hair was longer. It hung in your face, your eyes were the same but they were outlined in eyeliner. Your clothes were the same only darker, as I got closer I finally saw the major change, there on your bottom lip there were two studs sticking out, snake bites I later over heard a kid in class say, and your hair was black as the night sky.
I waved hello and smiled, you looked at me and blinked, before pushing past me to go talk to a group of kids. I stood there and watched your back, little did I know that's all I would do.
2007
Your band hit the road today, you didn't say good bye, you barely know I'm there anymore. I was the shadow of your past, I got a letter today. It wasn't titled to me, but to my dad, it was from you. He never told me if it had anything about me but I knew better than to ask, once again I watched you leave.
2009
Your band is popular now, I guess I was hooked, I started wearing darker clothes, maybe if I did that from the start you would've stayed. I was graduating this year, hphm. I miss you, a lot I miss the friend that taught me how to ride a bike. Maybe if things were different I would've told you I loved you.
As I was getting my diploma today and stood on stage I looked around and a dark head caught my eye, I looked towards it and saw these blue eyes trapping me in their gaze, they looked so familiar. I shook my head, after graduation, there was a party held in the Cullen house, Emmett Cullen was known best for throwing wild parties.
"Hey." I felt the arms wrap around me and my heart jumped and thudded sickeningly.
"Oh hey." I tried not to flinch, I did this every time my suppose to be boyfriend Edward hugged me.
"So since you've decided to go to the University of Washington, I was thinking you could share my apartment with me." He stated as a matter of fact.
I never got a say so when it came to him, it was do it his way or he'd try to kill himself or make up some sob story.
I pulled away, "actually I'm already assigned a dorm."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
He grabbed my arm and I winced. "Ow."
"I told you you're moving in with me, got it?"
I opened my mouth.
"I think you should let her go." You walked around Edward and smiled at me.
"Andy!" I smiled. "Hey!"
"Hey kiddo, your dad sent me an invite to your graduation."
"Oh..." How did he do that?
"Fan mail, Bells, fan mail."
I must've said it out loud. But like always you'd answer.
"Well if it isn't super star back to his hometown!" Emmett boomed giving you a high five.
"Yeah," you whispered.
"You're leaving again aren't you?" I tried not to cry.
"Bella I'm sorry, I mean it's not easy being in a band."
"Save it!" I ran past you, choosing to never speak to you.