Andy Biersack's POV
I tapped my foot against the floor as I waited for the next kid to come in. Where was I? An adoption center, yep, the big bad Andy Biersack was looking for a daughter. I stopped tapping when a girl who was about 5'3 and probably around sixteen possibly seventeen years old.
I smiled when I noticed she was wearing a BVB shirt, black skinny jeans, black converse and a number of band bracelets. "U-uhm, hi...I'm Scar Silence" she stuttered as she sat down in the seat in front of me.
"I'm Andrew Biersack but most people call me Andy, as you probably know." I say, watching as a small smile appeared on her face.
She nodded indicating that she knew who I was. "So tell me about yourself" I say, shifting in my seat, I already knew she was the one I wanted.
"Uh, I'm Scar, I'm sixteen, I was born in Shreveport, Louisiana and I really really hate Nutella" She says shifting in her seat, leaning her head against her hand.
"Favorite bands?" I ask, watching as her eyes flit from my face to the paperwork that was in my hands.
"Asking Alexandria, Motionless in White, Black Veil Brides, Pierce The Veil, and Sleeping With Sirens" She list off.
"Anymore?" I press, as I write down her name and age on the adoption forms
"If I listed them all Andy we'd be here all day" She states, her crystal blue eyes never leaving the paperwork.
"I'm starting to like you Ms. Scar" I say, smiling at her.
Her eyes widen and she softly chuckles, "U-uhm thank you" She stutters, watching as I signed my name in perfect cursive on the adoption forms.
"I'm going to go turn these in, looks like you're getting out of this hell hole Scar" I say, watching as a full blown grin appears on her face.