Vic's POV
I pull into the driveway of our "club house" and put the car in park. I slowly walk up the steps, and pause when I hear the sound of guitars and a drum set, I smile. The "club house" is an empty building in our neighborhood, where we have band practices(pierce the veil), parties, and hang out seccions. It pretty much lives up to it's name. I run for the stairs, taking them two a time.I can't wait to goof around with jaime, tony(aka turtle), and my little brother mike.I fling open the door and do a sassy model walk, demanding the attention of the room. I flip my hair and earn a few catcalls and whistles. I can't help laughing. "How did it go with Kellin?" Mike asks curiously. "Fine." I mutter. "What songs are we practicing today?" I ask changing the subject. "Whatever you want boss." They reply at the same time. Wow they must be bored. I roll my eyes and plug my guitar into the amp. I was ready to distract myself. Our little secret was going to kill us all someday.
