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

Chapter 13 - Tuesday

(A/N: Grab tissues. also- that pic? HOT. DAMN.)

~~Jaime's POV~~

Shit. I'm not ready for this.

Maybe I'll get lucky and we won't talk about my mom at all.

I scoff. Yeah fucking right.

That's wishful thinking. They bring her up at every family meeting.

Just.

Shit.

~~Vic's POV~~

Well, today is the day.

Am I going to bring it up?

I probably shouldn't.

They... They will think it's stupid.

I'm stupid.

I sigh and shake my head violently to clear my thoughts.

Whatever, there's always next meeting.

Yeah, I'll do it next time.

~~Tony's POV~~

Family meeting day.

I want us to talk about the idea of getting married.

I think it'd be nice.

I'll wait to bring it up until the end though because I swear to god, if one of them doesn't agree, probably Mike, this will turn into a big fucking fight.

I'm not having any of that. I will seriously kick his ass if I have to.

I giggle lightly, shaking my head at myself. Yeah, right. Sure you will Tone.

~~Mike's POV~~

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

This is happening.

I'm actually about to do this.

I take a deep breath.Be a man, Michael. You can do this. They will say yes. They love you.

I smile to myself.

They love me.

They will say yes.

......Right?

~~Author's POV~~

The boys all left their rooms to congregate in the living room for their bi monthly 'family meeting'. This time, it was on Tuesday, May 16th, 2017.

Going into this 'meeting', they were all nervous. They always were. Sitting down with the people you love and having a conversation about things that were/are bothering you or what you're feeling isn't always as cut and dry as it seems.

It can be hard.

No one knew this better than Vic, Jaime, Tony and Mike. Even though they weren't particularly long, the anticipation was enough to make Blurryface more stressed out than normal.

The four are now seated in the living room, Tony and Vic on the couch and Mike and Jaime on the edge of the coffee table in front of them.

Seriously? Get some damn chairs.

Tables are for glasses, not asses.

*rolls eyes*

Men.

"Alright. Well, let's start with the obvious." Mike piped, breaking the slightly awkward silence. I mean, you really can't just jump into serious shit. Like drugs, there has to be a gateway.