The Broken Sky (Pierce The Veil Fanfiction)

Charlotte Smiles

SOTC: Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco

•CHARLOTTE•

*a few minutes later*

Vic held my hand as we walked into a shop in the mall. He was such a gentleman, carrying every shopping bag and insisting that I take my time browsing through the racks of clothes till I found everything I wanted. Chivalry was alive and well here.

"Babe, I think I have enough clothes now." I laughed as he tried to balance twenty shopping bags on his arms. I wasn't allowed to carry anything because "I deserve to be pampered for once in my life." Vic was going out of his way to sure I didn't lift a finger, and it was kind of making me uncomfortable.

"Then we'll get you some new shoes. You look like you need them." He pointed at my feet, and I couldn't help but agree. I've had the same pair of plain brown boots for eight years. The soles were thin and the leather was cracked in too many places to count.

As we walked into the shoe store, I took a moment to really notice him. You see pictures in magazines and watch interviews online, but that doesn't do any justice. You don't get to see how his eyes crinkle up at the edges when he laughs, or that he chews his lip when he thinks. I just looked at Vic's features, wishing I could stay in this moment forever.

"Charlotte? What, is there anything on my face?" Vic pulled be back into reality, he must have caught me staring.

"No, you're fine. I'm being weird again." I laughed it off.

"So, what pair of shoes do you want?" He gestured at the vast expanse of shoes in front of him.

Is it sad that I immediately knew what I wanted? I walked over to a section of Vans and pulled out a box. They were sea foam green, size 6.5.

After buying two more pairs of Vans and a pair of black Converse, we finally exited the mall. In the parking lot, a bleach-blonde woman with a pair of tits the size of beach balls stopped us.

"Oh, Victor darling! Long time no see!" She slurred.

"Oh, Cara. Um. Hi. Cara, this is my GIRLFRIEND Charlotte."

She looked me up and down. Jesus, I can feel her eyes judging me. Cara walked a little closer, and whispered in my ear:

"You little slut. You think you can take my precious Victor away from me? Well, we'll see about that." She hissed.

At this point, I honestly didn't know how to react. Do I run? Do I punch her? Do I.. um, defend my man? Thankfully, Vic dragged me away.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE SAY TO YOU!?!!!?" He said hysterically.

"Some bullshit about how I'll never be able to take you away from her. I'm pretty confused, actually." I laughed nervously.

"Well, that's my crazy ex-girlfriend Cara. Wait, we're on the other side of the state! She must have followed us in the bus! She did it once in 2011, right after I broke up with her." He put his head in his hands.

"After the show, we'll pop her tires. that'll show her not to fuck with my girl." Vic hissed.

"Jesus Vic, is that really the answer?" I was shocked at how what looked like such a mellow man could be so violent.

"YESTHATISABSOLUTLYTHEANSWER. She sneaked into my house when I was off tour once, poisoned my mother, and tried to crawl into my bed with me."

"What the actual fuck? Why didn't you press charges?" I was worried. Bitches be crazy.

On the ride home, I got to hear many stories of Cara and her seemingly horrible group of men that follow her around and do her bidding.

"So you're telling me that your crazy ex girlfriend has a bunch of burly men that serve her. You've got to be kidding me." I sighed. This whole situation just sounds like a really fucked up action movie.

Vic looked over at me. "Did I mention she's ridiculously rich? Like, rolling in the dough. She has more money then the US has dept."

I laughed at his snarky remark. "Ok, I'm just gonna go over things here. We're being followed by a batshit crazy rich lady who controls a bunch of minions that will carry out her every illegal wish."

"Basically." Vic pulled in by the tour bus.

We took the bags to the "living room", and Vic shouted to anyone that could hear.

"Guess who we ran into today, boys?!"

"Oh, you two are home! Char, come help me straighten my hair."

I walked into the open bathroom door and took the straightener from Jaime' s hands.

"Seriously you two?" Tony laughed. "Vic. Enlighten me."

"I was just chilling with my girlfriend, minding my own business, and CARA stopped us in the parking lot. We're in Maryland, and that's a long way from San Diego."

"She also called me a slut!" I yelled from the bathroom as I sprayed Jaime' s head with hairspray.

"Ok, first things first, you two are... dating?" Tony said in a hushed tone.

"Yes, yes we are." Vic answered proudly.

"AWW YEAH, MY LITTLE BRO IS GETTIN' DA PUUUSSSSYYY!" Mike yelled from his bunk. Jaime broke down laughing.

I peered out of the bathroom door, stepping over a pile of Jaime. Vic just pursed his lips and sighed.

"You're so stupid." I lightly punched Mike on my way to the couch.

"I really don't think you guys get the point here. Cara is obviously following us." Tony said.

"We're gonna have to deal with it later. Let's just go out and put on a kickass show. I need some serious fan bonding time." Vic answered.

"Same! The show must go on!" Jaime yelled from his spot on the floor.

We all took off into the venue.

A/N: I did kinda forget about this story. But, I think I should be able to rap this fic up by the end of the summer. Prepare yourself for regular updates!

Also prepare yourselves for a bunch of boring (but important) legal/mod things:

AGAIN, I do NOT own any brands mentioned in this story, and am using them for fictitious purposes.

CARA IS NOT A CREEPY STALKER BITCH IN REAL LIFE. This is just an example of needing a character to fit a part. It's just like how Alan isn't a perv, and Jeremy isn't a drunk.

As of now, this fic is not scheduled to have a sequel. That may change.

This has been a PSA.

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