Band Imagines/Preferences

Kellin Quinn/Beau Bokan Imagine

Dedicated to my lovely friend :rawwwwwwwwwwwwwwr

Storyline: Andy (reader) goes through some tough shit in life, and the one and only Ronnie Radke is there when he needs him. Ronnie takes Andy on tour, and two guys have their eye on him. Kellin Quinn (SOLO ARTIST-SWS NO EXIST) and Beau Bokan. Will Ronnie even let anything happen?

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Andy's POV:

I'm 16... this is bullshit.

It's fucking freezing out here.

Oh hey, I should probably fill you in a lil bit? Well, I'm Andy. No not Andy Biersack you fucks. I'm 16 years old and have been homeless for two years. I have no family and no friends, my life sucks major ass.

Meow

I turn and see a small kitten laying in a pile of snow.

"Awe" I gush, picking up the freezing furball and pressing him to my chest, wrapping my coat around him.

The poor thing was freezing!

I walked a few more blocks, trying to get to the nearest animal shelter.

"AYE!" a deep voice yells from behind me.

"AYE PUNK!" The same guys yells, and I feel a massive hand pressed against my shoulder.

The guy throws me backwards into a wall and I look at him in shock.

"WHAT THE HELL?" I yell, but gasp in fear when he pulls out a knife.

"What did you just say to me?" He growls, pressing the knife against my cheek.

"N-Nothing" I stutter, my voice shaking with fear.

"That's what I thought" He whispers, smirking.

"Wh-what do you w-want?" I ask, wincing as the knife slices open my neck a little.

"I want... that coat" He says, his hands roaming over my upper body.

"Find your o-own" I mutter, gritting my teeth.

"I already did" He smirks, and before I can react, a sharp pain is coursing through my body, starting at my right side.

I drop to my knees in pain and the guy strips me of my coat, leaving me only in a once white razorback tanktop, and old jeans.

The kitten scurries off but his massive boot catches its tail.

"Awe looky here" The guy sarcastically coos.

He puts on my jacket and picks up the crying cat.

"See you in hell" I groan, clutching my bleeding side playfully.

"Kid, you're already there" He snickers.

"HEY!" another guy yells.

OH FUCK ME ANOTHER ONE???

"HEY LEAVE HIM ALONE!" The guy yells, and I see someone running from the bar across the street towards us.

"Have fun dying" The guy snickers, then runs off in the other direction.

The guy finally makes it to me and crouches next to me.

He pushes me lightly so i'm laying on my back, and I groan in pain.

"Oh shit" He mutters.

"Kid? HEy kid look at me" He says, slapping my face lightly.

"RYAN! RYAN CALL AN AMBULANCE!" He screams.