Desi POV

Walking into my house the stench of alcohol hit me in the face, and my happiness faded away. Mom and dad are home, I thought bitterly.

I walked into the kitchen and I was right. There was my mom and dad, both of them drinking vodka, straight from the bottle.

"There she is," my mom slurred, "the bitch."

"I am not," I defended myself, "what happened was not my fault."

"Yes it was!" dad shouted, taking another swig from the bottle, "you are the reason she's gone!"

"I am not!" I shirked, trying to hold the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes back, "I didn't do it."

"Yes you did!" my mom shouted, nothing but hatred in her voice, "you killed your sister."

"No I didn't!" I cried. "She killed herself!"

"But you drove her to do that!" dad screamed, "you should've been the one to kill yourself! Your useless!"

"That's not true!" I screamed, my tears flowing freely now.

"Oh stop crying you big baby," my mom spat at me, "and I want you to get out of my sight."

"Okay!" I shouted, and my dad got up from the table, lunging at me.

"Quicker!" he screamed, and I high-tailed it out of the kitchen and I ran into my room, locking my door, to be on the safe side.

I flung myself onto my bed, burying my head into my pillow and crying my eyes out.

My sister killing herself was not my fault, I kept telling myself. And it wasn't. I didn't even talk to her that much. She killed herself because she was considered a "freak" in her school, and some girls told her that she would be "cool" if went to one of their parties. She went to one and everyone started making fun of her, at that point she had enough, so she left. When she came home she took dad's gun and killed herself.

Why my parents think I told her to do it is beyond me. As I said before, I never even talked to her. All I know that ever since Hannah killed herself, my parents became alcoholics and blamed me for everything.

That's why I was crying this morning, my parents were drunk, like now, and they started listing all of the things I had to done to "screw this family up."

Downstairs I heard my parents start to fight, which was another thing they did when they were drunk.

Deciding I couldn't be in this house any longer I grabbed my phone off of my desk, wiped my eyes, and climbed out of my window. I started walking down the street, towards a playground.

When I was close enough to the park I saw a kid with black hair and a lip ring, slowly swaying on the swings, looking deep in thought.

I sat down on the swing next to him, "hey Andy," I whispered.

Andy looked at me and I saw that his eyeliner was fresh, and his eyes were a little puffy. Before I could ask him what happened he started the conversation.

"You okay?" he asked, quietly.

"I'm never okay," I answered, just as quiet, "what about you?"

He shrugged, "I'm dealing with some stuff."

"Me too," I sighed, wiping my eyes again, "I bet I look like shit right now."

Andy shook his head, "never."

I scoffed, "I don't even have eyeliner on, it's smeared onto my face."

Andy chuckled and he got off his swing, digging into the pocket of his skinny jeans. He took out an eyeliner pencil. "Look up," he said, and I did what I was told, while Andy did the makeup for me.

"There," he whispered, putting the pencil back into his jeans, "much better."

"Thank you," I said.

He nodded and he sat down on the ground, resting his elbows on my knees. "I gotta ask, considering this is at least the second time you've cried today, are you okay?"

"No," I shook my head, "I'm really not. Are you okay?"

"I'm never okay," he sighed, "but for once I think you have more fucked up life than I do."

"Mine is pretty hard to beat," I said, and he nodded.

We fell into silence and I looked at Andy. Like really looked at him. On the surface you saw a quiet, shy kid, who wore eyeliner. To most people he might be a freak, but to me, I thought he was hot and cute. But I could tell there was something wrong with him, on the inside. As sweet as he may be, you could tell that he was always thinking, and he very rarely smiled.
In a lot of ways, he was the guy version of me.

"Are you feeling better?" Andy asked me.

"Yeah," I answered, "I just needed to cool down. What about you?"

"I'm a lot better," he replied. "So what are you going to do now?"

I shrugged, "what are you going to do?"

"Go for a walk, there's an amazing ice cream stand a couple of minutes away from here, wanna come with me?"

I bit my lip, "my wallet's at home, give me a-"

Andy waved me off, "your not paying." I tried to talk but he put his hand over my mouth, "no. I'm paying."

"Fine," I groaned in defeat.

Andy smiled and took his hand off of my mouth, then he grabbed my hand and started leading me out of the park.

I figured that Andy would've let go of my hand as soon as we were out of the park, but he didn't, causing me to blush. I looked down at our intertwined fingers and smiled, they fit perfectly together.

~!~

"Are you looking forward to tomorrow?" Andy asked me, handing me the vanilla ice cream cone. I sat down at a park bench and he sat next to me, licking his chocolate cone.

"Yeah," I answered, "I have a feeling I'm going to love your band."

"I hope you do," he replied, "we work really hard on it."

"It's what you wanna do, huh? Be in a famous band?" I inquired.

"It's the only thing I see myself doing," he said, honestly. "What about you?"

"I don't know," I sighed, "I have no clue what I wanna do. Which is scary, considering I'm graduating this year."

"Well worse case scenario you work for Black Veil Brides," Andy laughed.

"That's not the worst case scenario, that's the best one," I corrected him, and he smiled.

"Okay then," Andy said, "if or when BVB gets famous, you will be the first one hired to work with the band. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," I laughed.

Andy smiled, then got up from the bench, "done?" he asked me, and I nodded. He took the cone from me and threw them both in a nearby trash can. He held his hand out to me and I took it, both of us starting to walk back to our houses.

I shivered when the breeze picked up, and I tried to pull my long sleeve shirt down longer. For October it was getting quiet chilly.

"Here," Andy handed me his black hoddie, and I gratefully took it, slipping it on.

"Thanks," I sighed, "but aren't you cold?"

"Nah," he answered, "I've lived here my whole life, I'm use to it."

"Well I was born in Florida, so I have thin blood," I stated.

"I didn't know that's where you were born," Andy mumbled, "actually I know very little about you."

"I don't know anything about you either," I said, and I frowned, because we were at my house.

"Well tomorrow I say we play twenty questions," Andy suggested.

"Okay," I agreed, "do you want your hoddie back?"

"Keep it, you'll need it," he answered.

I nodded my head, stepped forward to hug him. "Thanks for tonight."

"Don't worry about it," he replied, hugging me back. He kissed my cheek then let me go. "Sweet dreams," he said, then he started walking out of my driveway.

"Night!" I called to him, then I walked to the side of my house, climbing back up my trellis and slipping into my room.

I changed out of my clothes and into some booty shorts and a tank top, then I put Andy's hoddie back on. I turned off my light then climbed into my bed, falling asleep with an actual smile on my face.

Because I love this story so much I decided to double update. But this is the last update for the night, because I'm dead tired.

I hope you like this chapter! As you can tell, it's very important.

Disclaimer: I do own Black Veil Brides or any other name brand I use in this story

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