Band One Shots [Closed]

Childish Notes. [VicFuentes] {thegirlwhocouldflyx}

"No."

"Yes."

"No." I say, harsher, my dark eyes only darkening as I stare into the irises of my friend, Jaime Preciado.

"Yes." he responds, the same tone as before, but now his lip is curving up into a smirk.

I roll my eyes, putting my hands on my thin hips.

"No, Jaime. For the last goddamn time. No. No. No. No." I say, a multitude of words I've been saying all day to him.

Our argument? None other than a subject of millions of tumblr blogs and pictures along the intricate Internet search engines.

Vic Fuentes.

You know him, long brown hair and tan skin the color of caramel, brown eyes that lit up the room, a ring that curled inside his nostril, and a smile that calmed the most bitter hearts.

He was, without a doubt, perfection.

And I'd been in love with him since forever, and Jaime, one of his best friends, is trying to convince me that telling him I'd the best idea ever.

Which it isn't obviously.

Jaime mocked me, putting his own hands on his hips. I rolled my eyes, letting out a small scoff at his immaturity.

I was NOT in the mood for this, and Jaime was NOT helping me at all.

"You are such a kid sometimes, Jaime." I say, letting out a deep breath. He grins as said vocalist Vic Fuentes steps back into the large bus with his brother.

He waves, as well as Mike,and I smile, waving back. Jaime smirks at me, ruffling my dark hair. "And I act like a kid? Mhm... Sure..." he says with a a light laugh, meeting up with them as Tony came back inside as well.

They all went into the back as Jaime gave me a smirk and the doors were closing.

Hmm.

That's odd. I thought as I shook my head, sitting down to watch television.

*****

A few hours later, as the clock struck ten at night, I yawned, seeing Mike come from his bunk. I waved, smiling. "Hey Mike what's going on?" I asked with a grin, and he smiled, not saying anything, but handing me a small piece of paper.

"What's this?" I asked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

He winked a dark eye. "Trust me, Morgan." he mused, going back to his bunk.

I raised my eyebrow again, opening up the small paper in my tan hands. It seemed a note was scrawled onto it. The handwriting was messy and rushed. It looked like Vic's.

It read in its odd print:

Morgan

9:52 PM

2-23-13

Dearest Morgan,

Please meet me at the end of the road at 10:05 PM.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

I re-read the note several times, curious to its owner. It was probably Jaime. It had to be, nobody had a scrawl that messy. Except for Jaime.

But what if it was Tony?

Or Mike?

I swallowed, deciding to find out, and grabbed my jacket, going outside into the cold night.

I went to the end of the bus, and my so-called 'Secret Admirer' was leaning. I still couldn't see who it was, they were a shadow. They were short, and thin. Was it Tony?

I moved closer. And he looked towards me.

Oh god.

It was Vic.

He moved towards me, a warm smile spread across his cheeks.

"Did you get my note?" he asked, his warm eyes open wide. I couldn't help but grin.

"That was you?" I asked, and he grinned, his arms wrapping around me.

He nodded, kissing my cheek. "I'm guessing that you're answer is yes?" he asked with a small smirk, and I raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"That you'll be mine?" he asked, and I chuckled.

"Yes, of course. I swear sometimes you are as childish as Jaime." I said, chuckling again and my dark hair falling around my shoulders as my dark eyes stared up at him.

"I heard that!" I heard, and laughed, thinking it was Jaime.

"No one will ever be that childish." Vic whispered, kissing me and holding me close.

Jaime finally revealed himself, tumbling from a bush.

"Ewwwww." he mused, scrunching his face in opposition to my kissing of Vic.

Vic and I just laughed.

So childish.