Colliding With the Sky

Heaven Above

Vic's POV

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Back on the tour bus, all I can think about is home.

We're driving now, looking for somewhere to eat.

Growl.

I forgot about breakfast today. I know I'm busy thinking, but I still need food. Tacos...

I.

Want.

Tacos.

Now.

"Can we have tacos?!" I blurted out.

...oops?

Everyone's looking at me.

Mike started, "Uh yeah sure Vic. I think I see a Taco Bell up ahead-"

"Noooooo I want real tacos. Not 'Taco Bell' tacos."

"Ugh you're being picky."

"Pleeaaasssseee"

"But-"

"Please!"

"Fine, we'll try to find a place. Don't get mad if it takes longer to get home now."

"I don't careee, I want tacosssss."

"Yeah, yeah we heard you" Jaime mumbled.

"Why are you being like this anyway?" Tony asked softly.

I turned around quickly,

"I'm hungry, tired, and I just want food. That's all. Stop asking me questions." I snapped.

The rest of the ride was quiet. I could tell everyone was pissed at me. But did I care? No.

I looked out the window, head resting on my hand.

I'm so tired... Drifting... Off... Sleep.

-

"Vic?" I woke up to a soft voice.

"Tony?"

"Yeah, we're here. We're back in San Diego and found this mexican place. Come on, lets go." He said, smiling.

That's the thing about Tony. He's always so nice, no matter what. I feel guilty for being a dick to him earlier.

As I stood up, walking behind him, I tapped his shoulder.

"Hey, Turtle?"

Tony laughed a bit at the name, and nodded his head, "Yes?"

"I'm... Sorry about earlier."

He looked down for a second, and then looked back up, grinning.

"It's alright Vic, I understand."

We continued walking, into the restaurant.

It was nicely decorated, and there was this mexican music playing in the back.

"Table for how many?" The waitress asked us

"Four" I responded

"Right this way"

She lead us to our table, and we sat down.

I sat down next to Jaime, and Mike sat next to Tony on the other side of the table.

The waitress gave us our menus, but I already knew what I wanted.

Tacos.

I just stared down at the table for a while, ignoring the others talking about their orders.