Ashley Purdy Is My Dad? [COMPLETED] {1}

Chapter 13: Concert

Chapter 13: Concert

CRISTINA'S POV

"CRISTINA!"

"YEA?!" I asked, coming down stairs. I walked in the bathroom to see Ashley in warpaint and studded, leather clothing. "Ummm..."

"Go get ready, your coming with me to the concert, you have no choice. Were going to be late now go" He ordered, applying black around his eyes.

"Ummm ok" I said and walked up the stairs.

"GOGOGOGOGO! HURRY!" Ashley yelled and I ran. I then ran back downstairs.

"ASHLEY!"

"What?!"

"Do I have time to take a shower?"

"No, go get dressed and be back down here you have... 5 minutes."

"FUCK!" I yelled and ran upstairs. I jumped into black skinnies and a Black Veil Brides T-Shirt. I flat ironed my hair and grabbed my black eyeliner. I lined my eyes and then stole some left over black creme makeup from Ashley's room and started doing his warpaint. I added a little bit of Andy's warpaint with the stitch and stuff. I slipped on some black combat boots and a black, studded leather jacket. I walked downstairs and Ashley was still in the bathroom.

"CRISTINA! THAT YOU?"

"NO DUMBASS IM SANTA CLAUS" I said sarcastacly.

"OOH SANTA SANTA!"

"Idiot" I muttered rolling my eyes with a smile.

"You ready?"

"Yep!"

"Alright, just give me a minute"

"Your such a frieken girl."

"Thank you" I decided to walk in and saw him removing some extra black makeup on his eyes, then removing to much and having to fix it, then adding to much.

"Gimmie this" I said, pushing him down on the toilet and grabbing the makeup. I removed the extra and filled in the little spot I accidentaly removed. "There"

"God, I'm getting to old for this" He said, adding some black paint to his arms, taking off his jacket then taking off his black wife beater and putting it on his chest.

"No your not your only.... 20.....7?"

"8" He said, finishing up the warpaint. "Even my own daughter can do my warpaint better then me"

"Yes, but, I'm kinda an obsessive fan"

"Yes, but, I do this almost every day every few months."

"True"

"Anyway, ready to go?"

"Yep!" I said as he slipped his jacket back on and threw on some shades, grabbing his car keys.

"Your mother isn't able to come tonight so its just you, me, the band, the fans and the haters."

"Alright" I said, tracing the leather inside his car with my finger. We arrived at the venue and Ashley ran in, not waiting up for me.

"SORRY I'M LATE!" Ashley yelled running into the dressing room, tossing his jacket on one of the couches and didn't even bother to close the door. He took off his shirt and fixed his warpaint, hair and makeup before strapping his bass on. He sat down on the couch, catching his breath. "Gimmie some water" He said and Andy tossed him a bottle. He downed it in less then 10 seconds and threw it off to the side.