My Father Is Vic Fuentes?!?

9 | Dad | 9

We got back home. Vic and I sat on the couch. The guys went out to do god knows what....

"Rue?" Vic asks. I turn my head towards him.

"Vic?"

"You wanna go to the mall?" Vic asked. I nodded.

~At The Mall~

"Vic. You wanna get kicked out of that store?" I asked, pointing at a fancy dress shop. He grins and nods. We walk into the fancy building. I walk up to who I am guessing is the manager by her uniform.

"HEY LLAMA!" I yelled in her ear.

"GO AWAY, EMO! WHERE ARE YOU PARENTS?" She yelled. Vic ran over.

"DON'T YELL AT MY DAUGHTER!" Vic yelled. 

"Where is your mother?" The lady asked. Vic walked over and held my hand.

"Rue, i'v been meaning to tell you. Rue this is your mother, Vanessa." Vic said, trying not to laugh.

"She left me with you when we were teens." Vic lied.

"MOMMY!" I yelled, running over and jumping on her back. Vic was hiding a laugh.

"GET THE FUCK OFF!" The lady yelled, before security dragged us out.

"Oh my god, Rue. That was awesome." Vic said, as we rolled on the ground laughing. 

"LETS GO TO HOT TOPIC!" I suggested. Vic nodded and we walked into the building. We walked towards the band merch and picked up a PTV hoodie.

"Is this good?" Vic asks. I laugh and nod. I picked out BVB,FIR, And AA wristbands and FIR shorts. Vic picked me out a PTV hoodie and a grey beanie. After we checked out we headed towards the car.

"Thank you dad." I said. He smiled so wide, and I laughed. 

"Your welcome daughter." He said, getting into the car.