If I Mean Anything To You (Fuenciado)

Warm Alcohol

Jaime POV

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It had been a day or two since Vic had told me the truth. I hadn't bothered talking to him about how hurt I was about it. Considering I love Vic to pieces. I trusted him, this whole time while he'd been lying and keeping things hidden. I wasn't sure how to go about talking to him about it. I didn't want to argue, I never saw a point in doing so.

I was walking around the parking lot of the stage we were playing that night. I had seen Zach with his camera to his eye. He had been photographing something when I'd came over to him.

"Hey, Zach." I said to him. He jumped slightly at my sudden presence.

"Hey, Jaime. How are ya?" Zach asked me, a small smile on his face.

"Pretty good, and you?" I replied with a smile. He shrugged.

"I'm happy. That's all that counts." Zach held his camera to his eye once again and snapped a quick picture. "You coming to watch our show later?"

"I can, if you want."

"Well, Vic usually watches anyway, I assumed you did too."

"Naw, I watched the first few shows with him, but I don't. It's his time to think, ya know?"

"I do." He looked at the screen of his camera at the photo he'd taken. "Hm. What do you think?" He turned the camera to show me the picture. It was of the sky above us, but the blue of the sky was almost pastel-looking, with the few white clouds patching it "Nice. How'd you make it look like that?"

"Turned the contrast down a little. Nothing else."

"Damn. What do you do with your pictures?"

"Nothing really. I develop them and if someone sees them and wants to buy it, then I let them, if not, I give them away." I found it odd that something that he worked so hard on, he'd give away. Why work on it? But, I guess if you really enjoy doing something, the money shouldn't matter. And that's why I was so passionate about music. I didn't care if no one in the world listened to our music. All that mattered was that we were proud of it and felt accomplished for making it. I nodded at him and turned to walk away.

"Well, I'll leave you to your picture-taking." I gave him a smile and walked away from him.

I was side-stage, watching All Time Low perform with Vic. He'd been all sweet and eager for any favor he could do for me, since he'd admitted his affair.

"Hey, babe, the guys are all going out tonight." Vic whispered seductively in my ear. I could feel my face burning at his words.

"Uh..okay." I said to him nervously. He smirked at me.

"So, did you want to go out with them?" He pressed. I shook my head. I was never a big drinker, and I wasn't in the mood to drink anyway.

"Not really." I had never been one for dirty talk or sexual innuendos. I always seemed to catch onto them late, but I was gathering Vic's pointed question; Did I want to have sex with him? The answer? Fuck yes. Double fuck yes.

"Good." He whispered right into my ear, his warm breath cascading over my neck. "Because, I'd really like fuck you tonight." My face was tomato red by that point. I was blushing so bad that there was probably no blood left for the rest of my body. Before I could stammer out a reply to him, Alex was calling Vic onstage.

"Hey! Where's my Mexican fucker?!" Alex joked waving to Vic. "I know you hear me!" A sound technician handed Vic a mic and he kissed me quickly before walking out onto the stage.

"Calm your tits, Alex." Vic said, playing along with him.

"Hard to when you're onstage." Alex pretended to flirt with Vic. I had wanted to watch them perform. because I loved watching Vic perform, but I'll admit, even though I knew Alex was joking, it still angered me a bit to see him flirting with my boyfriend.

I didn't move for that entire three minutes and thirty-three seconds. I couldn't take my eyes off of Vic; how he really got into what he was singing, and how he'd move across the stage. When he walked offstage, he walked right into ny arms.

"Aw, were you watching the entire time? Hey, did you see that thing I did-" Vic began to ask me excitedly.

"Can we go? Like right now?" I asked him hurriedly, my voice low. He furrowed his brow and nodded.

"Jaime, is everything-"

"Please, let's just go." I took him by the wrist and dragged him all the way to our bus.