Andy’s Feather
I saw him. I don’t mean in a picture or on a stage, but the real him. The person, not the rock star.
I had been sitting in a cool, grassy area with trees that hung over us to create a blanket of shade that provided protection from the harsh sun. Liz, my brother’s girlfriend at the time, was sprawled out next to me. She was almost as short as I and her personality was like a fresh strawberry with the hair to match.
I’ll have to admit, I didn’t recognize him at first. I knew he had dyed his hair, but every time I pictured him, it was long and black. So, when I saw the slender man with short, sandy b
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Adopted By The Biersack's Part Twenty Three
“For the last fucking time, stop calling my house!” I cried out as the phone began to ring in its corner. The only calls the house phone ever got were from telemarketers, especially this one for a birth control company who kept calling to ask for donations. Did they assume that now because a teenage girl was living in the house that I would donate to a birth control clinic? How about hell no, I’m broke, and no thanks?
Malachi hopped up and slid his way to the phone, picking up and waiting for the voice on the other end to respond. He looked like he was about to start dying of laughter.
“Umm, yes, hello?” he dra