Always Been You (Vic Fuentes) ✔️

PROLOGUE

"Oh my god, these fucking kids... I just can't take it anymore!" I exclaimed, stomping over to the band shirts section of Hot Topic and letting myself drop down on my knees with a desperate whine.

"What did you honestly expect, Lou?" My co-worker Tommy grumbled as he arranged and sorted the rubber wristbands. "This happens every single time that we have a sale going on."

I let out a deep sigh, not about to let Tommy lecture me about what to or not to expect. "These damned kids just have no respect for the work we do. And they seriously need to start learning how to fold when they put these shirts back,"

That made Tommy laugh. "Do I need to remind you that you didn't know how to fold either when you first started working here? You told me that yourself," He taunted.

I rolled my eyes. "You're only defending them because you're still one of them,"

"Hey, I'm almost eighteen!" He was quick to defend, inflating himself to attempt to look bigger. What an idiot.

The front door of the store dinged and I cursed under my breath as I stood up. It was only fifteen minutes until closing time, and the store had finally calmed down. I really wasn't planning on staying very long after closing time, so this customer better be a quick one.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" I kindly asked the teenage girl who stood at the counter with her mother by her side. Who, by the way, looked very displeased with her surroundings.

"Could you maybe show me where the Pierce The Veil shirts are?" The -what I assumed to be- fourteen year old asked me.

Mentally I shuddered at the band's name, but I smiled nonetheless. "Right this way," I told her, and both of them immediately followed.

Lucky me, the girl was quick to decide on what exactly she wanted. She ended up picking out three Pierce The Veil shirts, a Pierce The Veil wristband, a Pierce The Veil necklace... oh and also a Sleeping WIth Sirens beanie.

Waste of money. Waste of time. What a huge, massive, very extremely large waste. Well... except for that last thing she picked out. That wasn't so much a waste.

I could hear Tommy laughing as he had obviously noticed my clear distaste in the girl's choice of merchandise. "If you don't stop laughing right now, I am going to smother you in your sleep tonight," But he knew why I disliked the band so much. He knew the whole story.

And at that exact moment, as if God just had to annoy me further, Bulls in the Bronx by Pierce The Veil came on the store's station. "Oh hell no! Eww!"

Of course, that caused Tommy to laugh even harder at me.

I stomped back down to the counter and bent down behind it, about to change the song, when a voice tore me from my previous plans.

"Eww? And I thought you liked the music we made. I'm wounded, Moo,"

I froze instantly, my body stiff as a board. Only one person called me Moo. I tried to swallow but my mouth turned dry within barely a second. My heart started pounding in my chest and it literally took all of my strength to stand up and turn around to face him.

But there he fucking stood. After five whole years. Five whole fucking years after being in his actual presence. He just smiled sweetly at me as he leaned on the counter with his elbow, his chin resting in the palm of his hand.

"Vic..." I breathed, my voice hitching in my throat.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Mary Lou."

I couldn't believe this.

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YES. THIS WILL BE MY NEXT BOOK. after Dreamless in Early Graves is done. so this probably won't be updated in a while, but I wanted to give you kind of an introduction since this idea has just been burning in my skull all freaking day.

so there you go. for once I am actually going to write about Pierce The Veil Vic instead of making him into someone/something else entirely.

yay! I think...

anyways, let me know what you think so far!