A sudden thud made my eyes snap open. Someone or something was tapping on the French doors. I heard hushed voices but didn't take notice of it, thinking it was my brother's friends down the hall. Ryan always had friends over - being a jock and all, he had plenty of them. I, on the other hand, had two close friends and that was it. Isla and Paris were the only two people that appreciated me for who I was and accepted all of me - obsession over theatrical bands included.

My love for such bands started when I was little. My dad used to listen to bands like KISS, Motley Crue and such around the house and I loved them the first time I heard them. From then on, that little collection has grown to include Black Veil Brides, Marylin Manson, Panic! At the Disco, D.R.U.G.S (Adam Russell... HOTTIE!), Blood on the Dance Floor and Asking Alexandria. Quite an extensive collection for an average 15 year old, isn't it? Oh well, that's just me I guess. At any rate, I was absolutely in love with Ashley Purdy from BVB and have a huge thing for Jayy Von Monroe (even though he's gay).

Now before we go further, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hadley Reagan. I am 15 and a sophomore. I am 5"9 (179.8cm) and weigh in at 48kg. Not a bad figure I reckon. Anyway, I have half-scene styled bright red coloured hair and bright blue/green eyes. I've had braces since I was 13. They were taken off three months ago because I didn't need them anymore. My skin is slightly tanned from the Cali-forn-i-a sun. I surf, ride horses, draw, sing and dance. I can also play bass, any guitar and violin.

My brother, Ryan, is the complete opposite of me. Onyx black hair and golden eyes, 6"4 (195cm) and 74kg. He's 18. It's his senior year of high school. He's the quarterback of the West Cali High football team. The guy is all muscle and freaking strong. His girlfriend is called Willow Arden. She's pretty and surprisingly nice. She's on the cheer squad but she likes me well enough to sit and talk to me most lunchtimes.

Now on to my two best friends. Isla Kensington is amazing with her black and blue streaked hair, her emerald green eyes and fair skin. She's 6ft (182cm) and super skinny at only 53kg. She is an amazing pianist and singer. She is also one of the best artists in the school. Paris Milling is a blonde goddess. Platinum blonde and pink streaked hair, bright blue eyes, lightly tanned, 5"7 (173cm), 57kg. Vice-captain of the cheer squad, great dancer, awesome drummer and can play a wicked flute piece.

They sound enough for you? Good. Then onto their fully sick piercings. We all have at least 10. I know crazy, right? My ears are amazing. 3 lobes on both sides, right tragus, left scaffold (industrial), right triple spiral helix, left conch and right rook. I also have my tongue, right nostril, snakebites and belly button.

Isla has two lobes on each side, right scaffold, left double helix, right conch and left tragus. She also has her tongue, left nostril and belly button done. Isla also has the words "The Legacy Born from a Dream" tattooed across her lower back. How it all managed to fit, I have no clue.

Paris has one lobe on each side, double helix on both sides, left rook and right conch. She also has a left-sided lip ring and her belly button.

I've always wanted to get a tattoo but I really haven't been bothered to get off my butt to go get it done. I have a few set out and ready to go, though. Most of it is BVB stuff and then just a few symbols that are special to me. It's a good thing for me that my cousin, Craig, is a licensed tattoo artist and piercer, and was willing to do all our stuff for half the normal price. We always go to him for our stuff.

Anyway, back to the story.

I reached over and grabbed my phone, switching it on and being momentarily blinded by the brightness. When my eyes adjusted, I saw it was only 2.30am. Ryan and his buddies would be dead to the world. Plus they snore like trains. So who was still damn well whispering? I rolled out of bed quietly and crept towards the corner of the doors. Lifting the curtain ever-so-slightly, my breath caught in my chest.

I didn't realise I had still been moving the material back until the voices stopped and a pair of gleaming blue eyes locked onto mine. I gasped and dropped the fabric back in to place. I stepped back half a second later. I didn't realise I was shaking til I saw my hand reach out to the drawstring. I paused, took a deep breath and pulled the chord. The drapes opened with a swish and I was suddenly standing in front of five well built, tall and extremely sexy guys. I noticed distractedly that they all wore black.

The one with a star necklace looked me over with a raised eyebrow and I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was only wearing my short shorts and mid drift top. It was warm in summer alright? And I get hot easily. My long legs were shaking, my hair was a long red mess and my chest was thumping along with my fluttering heart. I slowly reached for the door handle and turned it. The glass panel swung without a sound and almost smacked one of the guys in the face.

I had to giggle a little bit at his expression. I swept my arm back, practically inviting them in and they all stepped inside, staring at my room. Let me give you a brief description of my room. Three walls are light blue with white patterns to look like clouds in the sky and the fourth is a deep and rich navy blue. That's my feature wall. It's covered in ribbons and trophies from dance competitions. Scattered at random, I've placed framed BVB, D.R.U.G.S, BOTDF and Asking Alexandria posters. Yes, I got them framed so they would last longer. Don't judge me!

Closing the door, I reached for the remote sitting on my light oak desk to switch on my light. The light popped on and I could suddenly see the five guys perfectly.

I immediately wished I couldn't.

The words, "He looked like a lion" immediately came into my head as I stared at the tall, lanky, blue eyed figure that was Andrew Dennis Biersack. Lead singer of Black Veil Brides. Scanning the others, I recognised Jeremy Ferguson - more commonly known as Jinxx, Jake Pitts, Christian Coma and the guy that was checking me out earlier... Ashley Fucking Purdy himself.

I suddenly felt very shaky and my feet started to feel unstable. My knees started to shake and I had to grasp at the desk for support. The guys gave me funny looks. How could I tell them I had just been dreamingabout meeting them, and now they're suddenly standing in the middle of my own bedroom? Not to mention my parents were asleep downstairs.

And also with my brother and his mates just down the goddamn hall! I tensed as I heard Ryan's door open and one of his friends stumbled out. I recognised Jesse's voice as he muttered sleepily to himself as he trudged three heavy steps, opened another door and entered the bathroom. I could tell he flicked on the light because it streamed in under my door. I let out a relieved sigh... He was only taking a leak.

Standing up, I moved to the door and shoved the draft roll next to the gap under the door. I wouldn't look at the guys. There was no way I was going to risk it. If I looked at them now, with my cheeks matching my hair, shaky breathing and no words to start a casual conversation, I was going to turn into a puddle of red and tan. They would start to laugh at me for sure. So I stayed facing the door.

Someone cleared their throat (Jake?) and I very slowly turned around, being extremely careful to keep my gaze low. I suddenly saw a pair of feet enter my line of vision and felt a hand on my chin, lifting it. I let my eyes rise and found myself lost in twin orbs of bright blue.

Andy.

"We need a favour."