Heres Chapter 2 of 'My Own Rebel Love Song' :) I love writing this story and I hope you love it too.

Scream, shout... Scream, shout, we are the fallen angels! We are the inbetween, cast down as sons of war, struck to the earth like lightening on this world we're torn...

I awoke to the amazing sound of Andy Biersacks voice and the epic riffs of guitars. My phone was sounding my alarm, 'Fallen Angels' by BVB. A smile lit my face, hearing this band always made me happy. Then annoyance hit. Why the fuck was my alarm going off? Its a Saturday!

'Dude... Turn your fucking phone off. Im dead over here', Ruby said groggily from beside my bed. I forgot about her. Last night, when we got home, we kinda had a little sesh- just a bit of alcohol and music- and being the awesome friend that I am, I asked if she wanted to stay for fear she would pass out on her journey home. Oh my god. Last night... The concert... The band... Andy...My arm. My arm! I jumped up in my single bed- black sheets hanging off the sides- and stared down at my pale arms. There it was: the digits of Andys mobile number (hopefuly). The last number had smudged a little in my sleep but it was still readable. I sat there staring at my arm like a moron.

'For fuck sake, do I have to do everything myself?' Ruby got up from her makeshift bed on my bedroom floor and charged at my phone. She aggressivly hit the buttons and then flung my phone on the bed where I was sitting. 'Im tired and EXTREAMLY hungover right now', she said while rubbing her temples.

'Yeah, I can see that', I giggled. She had slept in her clothes from yesterday, apart from the jeans that where flung beside the door. I remember that little tiff, bitch wanted to sleep naked on my bedroom floor! Even intoxicated as I was, I wasnt having that. Most of her make-up had been wiped away, but some smudges of eyeliner remained and gave her the 'panda eye' effect. Her dyed hair was in clumps above her face and her fringe clung to her forehead. I wondered how bad I looked.

Ruby rubbed her eyes vigarously. 'What time is it?'

'Um', I felt around my dark sheets looking for my phone she had thrown at me. 'It is... 10:24am'. We both groaned in union. 'Should we get dressed?' I asked. 'I mean, we have fuck all to do today but we could at least not look like hungover hobos right now'.

'Okay first: hungover hobos? Im pretty sure hobos dont wake up in nice big rooms with phone alarms ringing in their ears, no matter how good the song', she giggled. 'And secondly, yes we do have something to do today. We, well you, are going to phone the Andy Biersack- eep- and ask him about that coffee he offered you. Also, you are going to hint if Ashley can come along because your friend is here and shes bored'. She gave me her biggest, most innocent smile and winked.

I smiled at her awesomeness. 'But we dont even know if the numbers real...'

She shook her messy head at me. 'Well get the fuck out of bed and phone it! Its called tough love my friend'

'Ugh, fine. You know, Im kinda hoping it is his number', I admitted, who wouldnt want it to be his real number?

Ruby gave me an encourageing smile and a 'I know' look. With best friends, sometimes words arnt needed.

I got my butt out of bed, grabbed a towel from my draws and headed to the shower. My house was awesome, I had my own bathroom that was seperated from my bedroom by a huge wooden door, so Ruby was free to be getting her shit ready in my room while I cleaned the shit off my face and body. I could feel the sweat from last night clinging to my skin.

Once my clothes were flung to the bathroom floor, I started the shower. As the running water poured from the shower head, I stood there thinking about Andy and the guys waiting for the water to get hot. I stepped into the shower and grabbed my shower gel and shampoo from the shelf. The hot water felt amazing running down my back. Nothing compared to a hot shower. I filled my hands with my scented shampoo and thoroughly lathered my hair; it had gotten so greasy and dirty from last night. The shampoo flowed from my thick hair and then followed the conditioner. Shit, Ruby! I always lost track of time in my bathroom and Id totaly forgot about Ruby waiting in my room for me. Or Andy hopefuly waiting for a phone call.

I quickly towel dried my hair, brushed the scent of alcohol from my teeth and ragged my brush through my hair. Ah cleanliness, it felt good. Fixing the towel around me, I headed back to my bedroom where Ruby waited.

'Finaly', she complained. Ruby was sat on my bed with my newest issue of Kerrang! in her hands. 'Now..' she said as she tossed my phone at me for the second time this moring. 'Phone him'.

I sighed and went to grab the piece of paper I had written his number on. You dont really think Id shower without writing it down first, right? My thumb hit the numbers of the touch screen on my phone. Each number twisted my stomach a little bit more. It started to ring.

'Shit, Ruby, its ringing! What if its to early or-'

'Hello?' I was interrupted by the most seductive voice in the universe.

'Oh, um, hi, is this Andy?' I asked awkwardly. Ruby was edging closer to the phone and smiling.

'Yeah this is he, whose speaking?' God his voice was jizz worthy.

'Hey, its Amy... From the gig last night?'

'Amy! You phoned, awesome!' I could hear a smile in his voice. Hes so cute.

I giggled, 'I was just wondering if you still wanted that coffee or something?'

'Yeah that would be awesome. Il come pick you up if you like, where abouts do you live?' I was shocked at how casual and confident he sounded. I was a bunch of nerves.

I told him my address and was even retarded enough to explain my car that was parked in my driveway. *Unamused face*. After a short conversation, we said our goodbyes and that he would come pick me up in about an hour. A fucking hour! I needed to get ready!

All through that conversation, Ruby had been breathing down my neck. Now, when I really needed her, she went and sat back on my bed, kicked her feet up and got back to reading my magazine. I on the other hand, started running around my bedroom like a headless chicken, in search for the perfect clothes.

'Y'know, I could probs use some help finding the right clothes right about now', I hinted at her.

She sighed, 'Amy. You have been on dates before and looked amazing, you can do this one too'. She gave me a sweet and encouraging smile. My smile in return was just as sweet. Ruby had her ways.

'Thanks Rube, but this isnt really a date is it? I mean, its just coffee...'

'Meh, whatever. I think this could lead to something. And when it does, Il be right beside you... making my move on Ashley ofcourse', she winked.

I laughed. Ah man, shes such a walking hormone.

It had been 48minutes (yes I checked my phone history) since I called Andy. His name was now added to my phonebook under: 'Andy B :)'

My clothes consisted of black skinny jeans with blood handprints on the bum pockets and my white V-neck 'zombie killer' shirt. It was sunny outside when I last looked out the window so I decided against a jacket. On my feet were my laced up black converse- anckle high- and I decided to only wear three bracelets on each wrist today. Id dried and straightened my hair so it now hung straight down my back. I had also puffed my top layers up a little for added volume and waxed the blonde tips into points. My fringe was gently swept across my face, today was a good hair day.

With everything done- and me being proud of myself for being able to get ready in under an hour- I headed down stairs with Ruby to go watch some rock music channels. We planted ourselves on my leather sofa and I hit the remote to switch on our favorite channel. The large Tv screen greeted us with the image of Paramore, my second faveorite band.

'Fuck yeah! Misery Business for the win!', I shouted.

I smiled at Ruby and she just giggled at me.

It was impossible not to mosh, head bang or at least sing and dance when your tunes came on, so naturaly we got to our feet. The lyrics to Misery Business were flowing from my mouth as we danced around the open space in my living room.

'It just feels so good!' We finished the song with a fist pump to the air and a small bang of the head.

'Ohmygod! Rebel Love Song is on next! This is why I love this fucking channel', Ruby was shouting over the volume of the Tv.

Black Veil Brides 'Rebel Love Song' came on and we both fucking cheered like crazy people. Haha. Ruby and I have a special way of singing along to this certain song, we make it a duet and mimic the actions of the BVB boys. We also make a heart shape with our hands, just adding our own personal touch to the song.

When the chorous came, we had already grabbed eachothers hands. We moshed in the space we had and it was epic! I love my little music seshes with my best friend.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Its a suprise we heard it considering how loud we had the Tv. Me and Ruby looked at eachother, no one should disturb us when we are having these moments. She sighed and headed to get the door with an expression like thunder. I decided to turn the volume up, why not let our little guest realise we were busy listening to BVB? My head banging became even more enthusiastic and my body was consumed by the music.

'Take your hand in mine its ours tonight, this is a REBEL LOVE SONG! Hearts will sacrifice its do or die, this is a REBEL LOVE SONG!' I sang at the top of my voice, quite out of key I might add. 'C'mon, Ruby! What is it? This is a...?' I yelled, not once taking my eyes off the Tv, urging Ruby to lose the guest and come back and join me. Suddenly, I heard someone cough and chuckle behind me. I turned in confusion.

'Andy!', oh god. 'Your here, hi', I said extreamly embarressed. My face felt hot, blush wasnt the word.

He chuckled again, it was so deep and seductive. 'Yeah, Im not interrupting am I?'

Ruby answered for me since I was stood there for more than five seconds just staring. 'No, ofcourse not. We were just jammin', no biggie'. I loved how cool she tried to sound.

Andy smiled at Ruby then at me. I could tell he was holding back more laughter at my little sing-a-long.

I grabbed the remote and turned the Tv down so it was nothing more than a murmer in the background. My legs started to shake nervously, I was fidgiting. Brilliant. Let the hottest dude in rock think your a weird fangirl why dont you? I thought to myself.

'So, if your finished here'-he held back another chuckle-'then how would you like to come and get that coffee with me? I know an awesome Starbucks not far from here', he said. Did his smile have to be so cute?

'Yeah, sure. Il just grab my car keys and we shall be going'. We shall? What the fuck am I on? Jesus, Im retarded. 'Ruby? Do you want to stay here and mind the house for me? And before you ask, yes you can go to town on the fridge, no you cant touch the last of my eyeliner and please dont crack open my mams vodka', I said sternly. I knew what she was like.

She gave me one of her famous innocent smiles and nodded at me, her dyed red hair bouncing back and forth.

I headed to the kitchen to get the car keys from the dish. As I walked past Andy, his long pale arm grabbed my elbow. It was weird seeing him without his war paint. He was dressed quite simply, still rocker but simple. A thin shirt covered his usualy bare chest, topped with a thin black scarf. His leather pants had been switched for a pair of appropriate skinny jeans with a few simple rips. Ofcourse, he still wore his signiture belts and cowboy boots. He looked amazing. I hadnt talked yet, I was just staring.

'You dont think Id make you drive on our first date would you?' he asked with innocence in his deep voice.

'Um..' I didnt know how to respond to that. He had just said this was our first date. A fucking date! With Andy! Was he serious? And if I wasnt driving then... what?

'Thank you', I said to the waitress as she gave me my frothy coffee (thats my name for it).

We had taken Andy's car here. I gotta say, it was an awesome car. You know when a car suits the drivers personality? Well thats what it was like for him. He just seemed so at ease, his soft hands so sure on the steering wheel. The drive here was nice, we spent the fifteen minutes talking about life and shit. He told me about his parents, his mam seems so sweet and his dad sounds awesome- especialy since he like KISS and was in his own band once. Then we arrived at the coffee shop, and here we are sitting down enjoying that so coffee.

Andy had gone for a simple choice in coffee along with some sort of bisuite thing I didnt know the name of. We headed to the corner of the room to sit and drink. To be quite honest, I think we both would have prefered whiskey.

'So', he said as he pulled my seat out for me. He was such a gentlman. 'Tell me something interesting about yourself'. He was staring into my eyes, this was not a good thing. Once again, my mind became all befuzzled and I couldnt think what to say. He just stared at me seeming as mesmarised as I was. Then I ruined the moment by having a sneezing fit.

'Oh god, Im sorry. Wow, that fucker nearly broke my ribs', I said- mainly to myself- as I clutched my sides.

He laughed, 'Id know the feeling'

I laughed along with him. Andy had broken his ribs a few months back, he was fine now although I sometimes worried if he would get hurt like that again.

We managed to get back to making a conversation and it was nice to find things out about eachother. I told him about the bands I liked and even all them embarressing times me and Ruby jam along to them. I told him about my family, how Im an only child and how my mam works away alot. He looked sorry for me when I told him about that, but I assured him I was fine and I actualy liked having the house to myself. Its easier not having to please everyone living with you.

'How old are you, Amy?' He suddenly asked me.

'Im 19' I told him. It was easier talking to him now. I could keep my thoughts in place.

'Hmmm'. He looked down at his coffee cup, his eyelashed sweeping downwards.

'Whats wrong?' I reached for his hand and took it in mine.

Andy stared at our hands then looked deep into my eyes. 'I dont like it', he said. 'I dont like it that you have to stay home alone for so long, your 19 years old'. Sadness overcome his beautiful blue eyes as he spoke.

'Aww, Andy, its okay. Ruby stays over alot and Im always fine', I reassured him.

He still looked weary. 'Actualy, I have an idea', he smiled. 'The band are still in London, we dont get going for a few more days, how about we come hang at your house with you at nights for a while? If you want? We dont have to stay or anything, it just might be fun'

I was shocked. 'You... Would do that?'

He nodded, one of those cute smiles on his face.

I thought it through quicky. Black Veil Brides in my house? Ruby would be so phyced to get to hang out with Ashley Purdy. And Id get to hang out with Andy. There were no down sides to this.

With a smile on my face, I stared into his eyes. 'Sure, that would be fucking awesome'

Thanks for reading guys I hope you are enjoying it :) Sorry it wasnt as thrilling as I wanted it to be, Il think the next chapter through and through and through before I post it. Keep smiling BVB Army 3