The Letter

I sat down on the brown couch and propped my feet up with the coffee table.
“What’s this about?” I asked kind of scared. She walked into the room over, dragging someone behind her. I was looking down at my hands until she cleared her throat. I looked up at her. My eyes widened.
“Oh my god!” My mouth dropped.
“You look so much prettier in person,” he laughed, “hell, I haven’t even seen your face.”
I got up and ran too him. To answer my question from a few weeks ago, he was really tall, and I was really short. I looked up at him and smiled. I hugged him tightly.
“My god I can’t believe it’s you.”
I showed him my arm, the lighthouse,
“You didn’t.” He was in shock.
“Look at the lines in the lighthouse.” I cooed. His eyes watered tears of joy.
“Ashley fucking Manson," he was grinning from ear to ear, “I can’t believe you did this.” He hugged me tightly.
After a moment he sat down on one couch, and I sat next to him. My aunt left the room.
“So, what’s it like her in the Big Apple?” He laughed.
“You’re asking the wrong person man, I’ve been here two days!” I laughed.
“How’d you like my shirt?”
“I refuse to wash it because I don’t want to remove your smell.”
We talked for ages, talking about animals, food, and so much more. It’s almost been a month since I wrote him my first letter, a month next week. I can’t believe my aunt did this for me. The excitement, the fear of him thinking I was an idiot, the happiness of finally meeting my idol, the one I loved, it all leaked out.
“Do you have any talents?” He asked smiling.
“I can almost sing.”
He asked me to sing for him, and I did. I sang Second & Sebring by Of Mice & Men. I only sang normally though; my screaming wasn’t very good. He said he was astonished, and that I didn't suck. He said I should go on tour with them and Bring Me the Horizon, but I decided not to because I just met him. They were leaving from NYC in a few days. They had a day off, but the tour wasn’t even close to being done. They still had 4 months. Tonight they had a concert, but tomorrow they were off and we could hang out.
“It’s been so nice to meet you,” he smiled and stood up, “but I have to go for today. Could you drive me?”
“It was an honor meeting you, and absolutely.”
We got into my car and drove to the venue. He insisted I meet everyone in the band. So I got out of the car and walked into the arena thing. “Ricky who’s this?” Chris asked looking at me.
“This is that girl in the letters. Ashley.” He grinned, hooking his arm around my waist.
“Well shit mate, why didn’t you tell us she was hot before?” Oli (Sykes) cooed, his sweet British accent filling the air.
“Hey guys.” I said waving.
“She sings like an angel.” Ricky laughed, I gave him a ‘fuck you’ look.
“Sing!” Devin cried out.
I let out a sigh, “Fine.” I sang Deathbeds by BMTH.
They applauded and said it was amazing, I let out a half smile and told them I had to go. I handed Ricky a slip of paper with my number on it and walked out.

~Ricky’s POV~

“You wanker! You could have fucking told us she was sexy as fuck!” Matt K (bmth) shouted.
“I just saw what she looked like today guys! Damn!” I hissed at them.
All I could think about was Ashley as we practiced our set. Her perfect figure, her beautiful hair, her gorgeous eyes, it was all that ran through my mind. She was perfect. I swear to god, she was perfect. I looked down at the paper she had given me and examined her number scribbled so elegantly across it. Should I text her? I didn’t know yet, but I knew I wanted to. The answer was stuck at "Maybe."
For our set we played America, Immaculate Misconception, Abigail, and Devil’s Night. Bring Me played Shadow Mosses, Crooked Young, Antivist, and a few more songs. We finished the set and watched as everyone left. We had already done the meet and greet, so I met some pretty strange fuckers to be honest. One girl had Chris’ name tattooed across her chest. Another had Oli’s name tattooed on her lip. It was weirder than fuck.
I grabbed my phone and typed in Ashley’s number, I had thought about texting her, but I still wasn’t sure.
’Hey’ I texted.
I sat in my bunk, waiting for her to answer. God was I anxious. After about 10 minutes I decided just to take a shower. I had to occupy myself. I turned on the water and stepped in; the cold water hitting me felt so nice. I washed my hair and body. Then I stepped out of the shower and dried off, putting on a pair of boxers and heading back to my bunk to sit down.
’hey (:’ she replied
’What’s up??’
We texted back and forth for hours, I looked at the time.
3:30
Shit. I told her goodnight and that I had to go, and she said goodnight back. I found her in my thoughts as I tried to go to bed. She wouldn’t leave them. Maybe this was meant to be; why else would she be stuck in my head?

Notes

I have so much in store for this story cx You guys won't even expect it.