You're My Saviour - An Asking Alexandria Fanfiction

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING: STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL THEMES/LANGUAGE, ALCOHOL AND POSSIBLE DRUG USE/CONSUMPTION, AND VIOLENCE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, SO PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

NOTE: THERE ARE MADE UP CHARACTERS, PLACES, AND SITUATIONS. ALMOST ALL OF WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL TO MY KNOWLEDGE.  

Chapter 1

"I didn't like working there anyway." I growl. I just lost my job at Starbucks. In reality, though, I loved working there. I had made friends with the manager and it was better than being cooped up in the house every day, save for the days I had to go grocery shopping or for my morning run. Other then that, I was always home.

I squint and look into the large front window of our house. I'm met with my brother's eyes, which are full of excitement.

His face disappears from the window and he bursts through the front door, running as hard as he possibly can. I'm embarrassed to say the least. He's still in what I assume are his pajamas.

"What's going on?" I ask, sheepishly tilting my head.

"I got Asking Alexandria Tickets and Backstage Passes!" He started dancing like a dumbass, but he's my brother and I couldn't help but be excited and dance with him, despite my embarrassment to be dancing with a guy in pink socks and boxers.

"But," He frowned," It's all the way across the state." I stared blankly at him. Sighing, I swing my arm around his pale, bare shoulders. I have a driver's liscence, and this ding-dong knows it. Sometimes I wonder about this boy.

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"Shawn! Get your ass up, we have to get going!" I shouted from downstairs.

My brother, best friend, and I lived together because both my parents died when I was 11.

"Why do we have to get up to early!" He grunted back, and I could hear the traces of sleep in his voice. Lazy.

"It's 10 A.M., If we don't leave now we'll never make it to the show, or our seats! We're in the goddamn front row!" I exclaimed with a bit too much enthusiasm.

"Ugh! Fine but let me do my hair." He screamed using a fake gay voice.

I held in a laugh and used the camera of my phone as a mirror to put on some eyeliner.

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I had carefully picked out just what to wear. An Asking Alexandria tank top that was light and flowy with hand-cut pieces in the back that ran along, showing my back. My new acid washed Denim shorts that I got from H&M a few days before, and Light brown Moccasins that had fair, cream colored sheepskin on the inside. I had a neat bun of my hair, and my nails were black.

Shawn came running down in a black shirt that had 'Get On Your Fucking Knees' on it. I shook my head at him and pointed at the stairs, signalling for him to go back up and change. I am not leaving with him wearing that.

Not even a minute later, he's scampering back down the stairs, his grey and white Nike sneakers squeaking on the wooden stairs. He was in black skinny jeans that hung low on his hips, slightly weighed down by his iPhone and wallet, and was now wearing a black crewneck sweatshirt that had 'Asking Alexandria' printed on it in large, white letters.

I nodded, satisfied with his new clothes. There was only one other way he could possibly embarrass me now.

He whooped and ran out the front door, leaving it wide open for me to walk out after him. I locked the door behind me and scurried to my car, already unlocking it. Shawn jumped right into the passenger seat and locked his seatbelt.

I started the car and got in. As soon as I backed out of the driveway, a house I'd never really noticed caught my eye. It was painted a dark grey, with a greyish-blue colored roof. I hadn't paid much attention to our neighbors, really. Most of them were either rude, annoying, incredibly boring, always at work, or too old to hear anybody talk.

I was glad to finally be getting away from our boring, dull neighborhood. I needed some excitement and fun.

And that's exactly what I'm going to get.