Band Preferences

Pierce The Veil: You're Friends In High School

Preference #1 Pierce The Veil: You're In High School With Him

(They aren't famous in this one and for now let's just pretend that Tony's ears aren't sewed.)

Vic: On weekends, he drives over to your place, to watch movies, lip sync to stupid songs, or do something crazy and dye your hair a different color. Sometimes you draw on his car with window markers. But the tradition, he always drives you both to the gas station to get a Monster, blasting music throughout his car the entire way there.

You get in the car, and he puts in an All Time Low CD and cranks the volume up.

"MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR. AND IM SO SICK OF WATCHING WHILE THE MINUTES PASS AS I GO NOWHERE." You both sing, getting stares from the car driving next to you.

He parks and you both walk into the gas station, grab the biggest Monster in the cooler, and head to the register.

"She went down-hill..." he says, looking at a picture of Amanda Bynes on the cover of a magazine.

"Right?"

He pays for your drinks, and you're back in the car. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat as you sing and drive back home. You pull back into your driveway, and inside your house. Cheering your Monsters to another amazing weekend.

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Jaime: He sits behind you in Algebra. Helping you with the difficult equations or whenever the teacher makes no sense. He's always there to help.

"So...x over y is really 40 over 100?" You ask.

"Yep, and 40 divided by 100 is...?"

You type the equation in your calculator quickly.

"0.4?"

"And that's your decimal." He states.

"Where would I be without you?" You state, laughing slightly.

"Y/N! Turn around and stop playing lovebirds with Jaime. He's obviously not interested."

Everyone laughed, and you were extremely embarrassed. Jaime was your only really good friend in that class, everyone else was fake. Jaime was really down-to-earth. Now, your teacher would probably put you two across the room.

"Asshole." Jaime coughs into his arm.

"I'm sorry, what was that Mr. Preciado?"

"Nothing, sir."

"You sure? I thought you said something."

"I almost choked on my gum, and coughed. That's it."

The teacher went back to grading papers and everyone else got back to their work. You got a piece of gum out of your bag and got a Sharpie. You carefully wrote 'Thank You :)" on the wrapper. You turned around and put the gum on Jaime's desk. Jaime softly smiled and winked at you. He opened the gum, and started chewing. Taking your Sharpie, he wrote on the wrapper, then threw it back at you. You opened it, only to see "Anything for you :)" written neatly. You saved the wrapper and that was your new way to pass small, meaningful notes.

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Mike: Mike was in marching band, playing the snare drums. You went to all of the football games just to see him work his percussion magic. You sat with his older brother, Vic, and shared stories about your high school experiences. When half time began, you both searched for him. You both screamed his name and he smiled at you, then turning his head back to the conductor on the tall ladder. He looked so concentrated, his feet moving perfectly in sync with everyone else, his eyes never left the conductor once, his drumming perfectly with the other members. It was like he was meditating, looking so calm.

After his performance, the band went back in the bleachers. You walked up and hugged him.

"I'm all sweaty. Don't hug me."

"Too bad." You hug him again.

"Aren't those uniforms hot?" You ask, tugging at his black uniform top.

"Yes. I always take an ice bath when I get home."

"You did great though! You look so calm."

"Well...when a bunch of people are staring at you, you kinda have to be calm, or you're gonna trip over the guy next to you or fumble your drumming."

"Teach me sometime?"

"Of course."

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Tony: He works at the local Hot Topic as a part-time job to help pay for his car. His gauges and tattoos help him fit in perfectly with the atmosphere. You're both seniors, with all the credits and high grades, so you're allowed early dismissal. You have a job at the mall as well, working a few stores down at Claire's. After work, you both go to the food court and find whatever looks good. You decide on Chick-Fil-A and find a table. You begin to share stories of your day.

"There was this one girl. She made me so upset, she was like 'Hey, do you guys have any Bring Me To The Horizon Shirts?'" He mocks in a girls' accent.

"Like what the hell? It's Bring Me The Horizon. We're getting not going." He face-palms himself, stealing one of your fries.

"That's not even the worst. This 45 year old came in wanting to get a second-hole done. Sorry...but you aren't 20 anymore!" You laugh.

"Ew! Did you do it?"

"Do I wanna get fired?"

"Was it awkward."

"With the Jonas Brothers playing in the background, yes."

"They still play their music?"

"Well they certainly can't play the music they play in Hot Topic, now can they?" You laugh.

"I wish, I would actually enjoy going in there more."

"It's not horrible. I mean, it doesn't reek of cologne unlike some stores." You say, pointing at Hollister across the food court.

"I feel like we both deserve icecream. It's been a hell of a day." He says, putting his mess on the tray.

"My treat?"

"You're so funny Y/N!" He laughs.

"I'm paying Ton-"

"Y/N. NO."

"My god. Tony it's just icecream."

"That I'm buying."

You playfully push him away laughing, and soon are running to the Coldstone Creamery together.