The Way It Is (A Pierce the Veil Fanfic) *EDITING*

Chapter 12 - Holy. Fucking. Shit.

~~Mike's POV~~

Today was long. Not bad, just long. Mondays, am I right?

It's about 8pm and we are all piled onto the couch, mindlessly watching TV. I think Tony is on his phone. When I say piled, I mean it. I'm sitting on the left side like a totally normal person, Tony is laying with his back against my side, my arm is slung around him so my hand rests on his chest. He has one leg on the floor and the other lining the back of the couch. Hime is between his legs with his head resting on Tony's thigh and Vic is curled up chest to chest with Jaime.

How did we get like this? I don't have an answer. It just... happens.

Suddenly, Tony gasps aloud causing me jump a little and snap my head in his direction. He is, indeed, looking at his phone.

"Guys! GUYS!" He shouts excitedly, waving his phone around.

"What?!" We answer back with mock enthusiasm.

"There's a Star Wars marathon happening downtown!! It starts in 20 minutes!" He notifies, causing the rest of us to groan.

Tone pouts and starts to whine. "Please, please, please, someone go with me."

This makes me giggle lightly. He's so cute.

"Not me dude, I'm so tired. I probably wouldn't even make it through Harry Potter tonight." I state shaking my head, smiling before quickly adding, "I still love you though!"

I hear a small 'humph' making me roll my eyes playfully.

Infant.

"Hime? Please? Pretty please?!"

"Aggggg."

"C'mon, I never ask you for anything."

*Inhuman, whiney whale noise come from Jaime*

"If you don't come with me, I'll never kiss you again." Tony threatens, making Vic and I 'oooooo' like middle schoolers.

"Aw, what?! No fair!! How come?! Mike and Vic didn't get that threat!" He whines, knowing he's been defeated.

Tony shrugs. "Mike is tired and Vic is also half asleep. You, however," he bends down, kissing Hime's forehead, "are wide awake. So, I win. Let's go."

Vic is quick to stand knowing what's coming. He jumps off Jaime just in time for Tony to push him onto the floor. He hits the floor with a dull thud and groans, pushing himself up.

"You are so mean to me!" He whines, following Tony toward the door.

"You like it. Goodnight guys! Love you! Sleep well!" He turns, blowing kisses to us.

He's adorable as fuck.

"Night, assholes. I love you." Hime mutters, obviously annoyed. I get it though, so I just laugh.

This is probably the 3rd time Hime has had to go to the marathon. I've gone twice and Vic has only gone once.

"Love you, babes! Stay safe!" Vic and I shout before the door shuts and they're gone.

Vic snuggles up into my side, the way Tony was just sitting, and puts my arm across the front of his small frame. I kiss his head lightly before turning my attention back to the nothing-interesting on TV.

"Hey, Mike?" Vic speaks, tracing the tattoos on my arm.

"Yes, Vic?"

"Are you really tired? Or did you just not want to go watch Star Wars again?" He asks, sounding a little hopeful and giggles a bit at the last part.