Andy Sixx, oh Andy Sixx
One cold, stormy night, about 3 AM, I was leaving from the Diner, where I worked. One man, oh one beautiful man was just standing there, watching me lock up. I knew who he was, too. He was lead singer of my favorite band, Black Veil Brides. He was Andy Sixx. He was soaking wet from head to toe, mascara running down his arm, like he was finished with a gig. My hypothesis was correct.
"Hello, I'm Andy-"
"I know who you are. I love your band." I said, cutting him off. I have to admit, trying to scream over rain is very hard, but I managed.
"I just finished a gig, you see, and my tour bus left me behind. Since you love my band, may I please come in and call Jinxx," Andy said, with a begging tone. "Of course, why not," I said, while unlocking the Diner.
"Thanks," he repeated. "Sure thing," I said, nervously. I am nervous because the truth is that I'm very attracted to Andy. So, this was a breakthrough of sorts. "Sorry, I'm just so-"he said. "You are so soaking wet. Here, let me clean you up," I insisted, finishing his sentence. He took off his shirt; as I started to cringe from what I saw. I've seen him shirtless before in his videos, but seeing it in person was very beautiful.
As I was drying him off, we locked eyes. His blue eyes, they looked at me so deeply, I could probably see his soul. As he leaned in for a kiss, I kissed him. I knew he liked it, because he kissed back. I stopped and said, "sor-"
"Keep going, I don't want to stop, at least not now," he said, cutting me off, as he kissed me. We fell in a booth, and started laughing. In between making out, he said, "Wait for this."
He pulled out his phone, set his Rdio app, and played his album, Wretched and Divine: Story of the Wild ones.
"Perfect," I said, as he laid his phone on the table. Kissing Andy was the best experience of my natural born life, and it only got better.
His hands, God, his hands felt amazing. His left hand on my waist, as his right hand on my face, stroking my hair. But, sadly, his tour bus came to collect him. He kissed me, French kissed me one last time, took my number, and left.
We started dating, but long distance. It's been good, but I miss his soft touch. One stormy night again, he surprised me and was outside like when I first met him. I ran into a hug with him. His hands on my waist, oh how I missed his gentle touch. "I came back to marry you," he said, pulling out a beautiful ring, I guess, 14 kt gold. "Since my only purpose in life, is to be Mrs. Biersack, I say yes," I cried as we kissed. In all my fantasies, this, being Mrs. Biersack, is my fairytale.