We Ended Up On The Ground [ A Vic Fuentes Fan Fiction]

We Ended Up On The aground [A Vic Fuentes Fan Fiction] Chapter 6

It had been a while since I had had such a wonderful night. Eating with the four people I had gotten to know so well these last weeks, had been amazing. I truly cared about Vic, Jamie, Mike, and Tony. We were like one big, happy, family. I counsels wish for anything more.

As the weeks passed we shared more of these epic nights, more laughs, more of these hilarious moments. More of the band's drunk stories. More of the crazy love life Tony and Gwen lived. Those two were meant to be with one another. They were incredibly alike. Yet, to me, the greatest part of all was that I was closer to Vic.

It was utterly impossible to not love such a beautiful, caring, and kind guy. He took such good care of the guys that it just made my heart melt. Yet, it was even more heart warming to see him act this way towards the people he cared about. His fans. I witnessed this and so many things with my own eyes.

Every night, as i lay in bed, grasping the necklace he had given me, I asked myself what I had done to deserve him. Of course, I never knew how to answer my own question. All I did was love and care for Vic. All I did was wrap my arms around him and tell him I loved him dearly. He always told me how much I meant to him, and it always made me feel grateful to have such a guy.

One night, as I lay in bed, a book grasped between both of my hands, he came to see me. I rushed downstairs and opened the door. And surely, there he was, holding something behind his back.

He looked at me with one of those smiles that only he was good at. Those smiles that had made my heart melt so many times. Those smiles that I had kissed oh so often.

He pulled out what he had behind his back and revealed to me a beautiful bouquet of 6 roses. They were the most perfect color of red I had ever seen.

A smile instantly posed itself upon my face, I took the roses with one of my hands and immediately hugged him. He picked me up and spun me around. I laughed and then I finally kissed him. In that kiss I expressed how much he meant to me, how much I dearly loved him. Everytime I kissed him I felt like I was flying, like I was weightless, like I was capable of doing the impossible. He just meant that much to me.

We finally pulled apart and he set me down. He dug for something in his jeans and showed me. They were two tickets to go see Alesana, All Time Low, Falling In Reverse, and Of Mice & Men. For tonight.

I literally jumped with excitement, I was so overwhelmed by happiness that I took the tickets and wrapped my arms around him again.

" Do you like the surprise?", he asked me as he looked at me, his hands wrapped around my waist.

" This is fucking epic, how can I now be happy!", I told him as I have him a peck on the lips.

He laughed and I laughed as well. And it was moments like those when I just wanted time to stop. So it could just be him and I, in that moment.

We had about 3 hours to spare before the concert so we passed the time in my room. Both laying in bed, my he'd resting on his chest, him playing with my hair.

We talked about the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to us, about his best tours, anything really. And I swear to you, none of us ever got bored. It seemed as if everything any of us would say was the most interesting thing in the world.

Tonight Vic seemed even more loving that before. He told me he lo paved me countless times, and how these past weeks had been the best ones. I began to think something was behind all of this. But I brushed the idea away completely when it was finally time for the concert.