You're My Fallen Angel...

I, Savannah Kearns, love BVB. It opens my eyes to all the possibilities life has to offer but never really shows. I admire all five boys the same but Andy has something special. Something hidden and broken inside that you can't find in his music. When Savannah's not so loving step dad drops her off on the side of the road who knows where with nothing but her clothes she is wearing and a bottle of water, will her pleas be rewarded or will that be her end...


5. my story

*Savannas P.O.V.*

     He made me breakfast. Andy biersack made me breakfast. Then I ate like a pig right in front of him. oh god. Wait where are my clothes. Whose are these. They smell amazing. andy sees my feeling the cloth."They're mine. I'd rather not talk about it though..."he's blushing and is the exact same color as a raspberry. It's quite adorable.

     I just nod not wanting to know how they got on me or why I am so clean."you can drop me off at the next town. I'm sorry to intrude..." I say feeling like a burden.

     "I don't think so miss. You've god a lot of explaining to do" says another voice. It's Ashley. The rest of the band are waiting at the door. All I can do is stare. I mean I didnt think that if Andy was on this bus the side was the rest of the band duh.

  "Well let's go sit down. It's kind of weird finding a girl almost dead in the middle of the road and what made it just awkward was that Andy actually bathed you I mean you looked dead but you had a heart beat and...." nwo ashley was just talking to himself. Oh god andy looks like he's eithe gonna die of embarrassment or strangle Ashley. Maybe both. I get up suddenly trying to silence ashley. I'm still woozy from dehydration and I fall backwards... RIGHT ONTO ANDY!!!!"I.. I'm so sorry. Mr. Biersack." 

     Everyone starts laughing as I'm still being held protectively by Andy. I think their laughing at me until c.c. pipes up " she called you Mr. Biersack!!!  Ha ha.I mean your last name sounds weird enough!!!"

     "Just call me andy" he says and swoops me up in his arms putting my hands around his neck for extra support.he carries me to the couch we where on earlier and sits down."now. About your story" The rest of the band files in and I tell my stories while being passed around the circle and having my hair being played with. I didn't mind one bit.

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