Bulletproof love //Vic Fuentes fanfic//

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//authors note//
So this is what raven looks like, I know I said she had snake bites and this chick has angle bites... don't hate me /-\
I hope you guys are liking the story so far, I'm sorry for the bad editing, I'm doing everything on my own and like I said before, this is my first story.
Ily
- Blue//

I'm in an unfamiliar place, from what I can tell, it's a small room, the walls are grey and dull, the floor has white and grey tiles. Am I in the hospital?

No, I can't be. The last thing I remember, I was in my room. Although, I don't recall falling asleep...

Where the hell am I?

I start to panic, and then, I feel something grab me.

It's Ashley.

What the hell?

Is this a dream?

All of these thoughts are running through my mind like crazy. What is this? I mean it has to be a dream.

I face Ashley who has her back turned to me.

"Ash! It's me, Raven." I call out to her, only to find that this isn't a dream. It's a nightmare.

Ashley stands up, now looking straight at me. She has a gun in her hand.

"What is going on ash?" She just stares at me blankly, holding the gun up to her head.

I try to scream but no sound comes out.

My lungs start burning as I nearly choke on my tears.

I look over to Ashley who now has the gun in her mouth and she pulls the trigger.

And that's when I wake up, it was all just a dream. It felt so real, I climb out of bed and grab my journal, jotting down what happened.

I've been having dreams like this ever since Ashley died. I refuse to go to therapy, and I for sure will not be taking any medications.

I used to go to therapy all the time, before my mom decided I wasn't worth her time. Now that I'm not being forced to go, I just don't go at all.

I hated therapy so much.

I still do, I hate the thought of it, I hate the way the therapist talk to you, I hate the way those places smell, and I hate the way people just stare at you like your some psycho.

I pick up my phone to check the time, it's 2:47 pm.

I get out of bed and get dressed, do my hair, all that jazz.

Quickly, I jog down the stairs and slip on my vans, and I grab my keys off the kitchen counter.

Doesn't seem like anyone is home, but I rush out of the house just in case. I'm not sue where I'm going to go, I have no friend, no family members who live around here. I sigh deeply and plug my headphones into my ears, playing My Chemical Romance "Helena."

While I'm driving, I notice a cute, vintage looking coffee shop. "Hm that must be new" I mumble to myself as I pull into the parking lot.

The little ding of the bell on the door is followed by an employees voice, welcoming me.

I pause my music, taking out my headphones. That's when I see him. The boy who just welcomed me.

Oh my god.

He's absolutely beautiful. I didn't think it was humanly possible to be as good looking as this boy. But he proved me wrong.

I smile up at him and struggle with my words "th-thanks. Uh-"

"Victor. Well, Vic" he smiles.

I feel my cheeks warm up as he looks at me with his big brown eyes. "I'm uh- I'm Raven. It's nice to meet you."

His eyes brighten up at the sound of my name, "Raven, that's a cool name. So how may I help you today, miss Raven?"

"That's a cool name," "miss Raven." His words replay in my mind, over and over again. "Uh- I uh- just came to check this place out. I've never seen it before."

Nodding at my response, he looks around at the empty coffee shop. "Business is definitely booming, we're definitely no Starbucks." He says sarcastically, with a slight laugh.

I bite my lip as a smile comes to play on my lips. "Fuck Starbucks" I say playfully. "I'll take whatever you think is best."

Oh my god, he's perfect. This can't be real, he isn't actually talking to me... Well, then again he is working. But he's talking so much more than he needs- probably just bored. I leave my thoughts at that with a heavy sigh to follow.

Victor looks at me with a little bit of worry in his face. "Everything alright over there? Sorry your coffee is taking so long."

The look on his face is like a punch in the gut. Why does he care? He actually looks effected by me. But why? "Oh, yeah, I'm fine." Lies. I'm not fine, your making it hard to breath with the way your looking at me. "No worries, take your time."

Turning his attention back to the coffee machines and ingredients, he finishes up on making my caffeinated drink of his choice. "Volla, ze perfect coffee for ze lovely Raven" he says in a really, really bad French accent.

Laughing and blushing, I take the coffee and pay him, leaving him a $5.00 tip.

Right as I'm about to leave the shop, he stops me with a question that makes my heartbeat speed up, and the butterflies to flood their way into my stomach.

//OH MY GOD ITS A CLIFF HANGER YOU GUYS AE GONNA HATE ME IM SORRY I LOve you. So Am I the only one who ships it? Comment what you think the ship name should be and what you think the big question that has our little Raven on the verge of a heart attack xD

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-Blue//