This is a story about Pierce the Veil. Obviously. Ya know what? You should probably just read the first chapter, that'll give you the just..
Also-this is my first fic so. sorry if it sucks?
There will be wink wonk and I will not warn you. Satan did...
It's the day of the San Diego show. Home shows are so perfect. Not that all shows aren't fantastic, there's just something about home shows. I can't explain it but it's a good feeling.
Its about 9 in the morning and there are already a bunch of people here. Bands don't start until around 10 but it's normal for people to get here early. They meet up with friends, fight for spots close to the barrier and buy merch.
I'm currently laying in my bunk, peeking out the little window like a creep and people watching.
What? That's not weird. I'm sure a lot of people do this.
Okay, maybe not... Whatever.
I see a few people wearing PTV shirts and I smile to myself. It's so cool. It never really gets old, seeing fans and meeting them. I love it. I love that we've created this beautiful thing that people can relate to and bond over.
I decide it's time to get up and hop out of my bunk, heading into the bathroom. I brush my teeth, throw on a Suicide Silence tank, skinny jeans and comb my hair before deciding I look presentable. I add a snapback for good measure and head into the front lounge. Surprisingly enough, the others are already out here.
That is weird.
Jaime I expect because he likes mornings for some strange reason. He's sitting across from Mike at the table and there seems to be coffee and donuts on the counter. Vic is sitting on the couch, looking intently at something on his phone. They were talking a little but they turned their attention to me when I stepped into the room.
"Morning Tone-Bone. How'd you sleep?" Jaime greets, taking a sip from his coffee cup.
"Morning. And I slept well. You guys?" I answer, eyeing the items on the counter.
"Same. There's a coffee for you and donuts if you want." He states casually with a smile.
"Sweet, thanks. I'm starving." I state dramatically.
"Literally sweet." Jaime laughs making me roll my eyes playfully at his bad joke. I take a coffee and a donut before joining Vic on the couch.
"Whatcha doin'?" I ask with an attractive mouthful of food. He laughs, taking his eyes away from his phone for only a second and shaking his head at me, smiling brightly.
"Attractive Tone." He teases.
"I know." I sass with a smirk.
"And so modest." He teases. "I'm just looking through twitter." He shrugs, continuing to scroll.
"That's cool. Anything interesting?"
"Hmm. Austin just tweeted a cute picture of Mitch."
"Oo! Let me see!" I'm obsessed with their cuteness.
@austincarlile: When babe is looking dapper as fuck.
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"Aww. I love them." I gape in total awe.
"I love you." He boops my nose.
Well, that was a cute retort.
"Aww, I love you too, baby." I coo, placing a quick kiss to his cheek.
"Ew, your mushy-ness is making me sick." Mike teases in a valley girl voice.
"Like, oh my god. Soooo gross." Hime joins the teasing in the same voice.
"Hey dickholes, no one asked you." Vic shouts playfully, flipping them off.
*PING*
Vic turns his attention back to his phone, knitting his eyebrows together as he concentrates on reading the text. He sighs a little before locking his phone and standing up.
"Alright boys, looks like I've got some actual shit to do. I will see you fuckers backstage at 3."
"Okay, bye." We respond before he leaves the bus with a wave. I stand, throwing my coffee cup away and washing my hands.
"Well, I'm gonna go hangout with some fans. You guys wanna come?" I invite.
"Naw, we're gonna go walk around town for a bit. Maybe get some new picks." Jaime informs.
"And drumsticks. And stickers." Mike adds excitedly.
"Oh, okay, cool. I'll see you guys later then. Buy me a sticker."
"You got it, dude." Hime smiles, giving me a thumbs-up.
"Oh, and don't be late. Backstage at 3. Vic will throw a fucking fit if you're late."
"Yeah, yeah. Okay, mama Perry." Mike whines.
I roll my eyes before sliding my shoes on and heading toward the door.
"Love you, asshole!" They call after me, making me smile and shake my head.
"Love you too, shit-sandwiches." I call back and then I'm out the door. It's a nice morning and the sun is beating down on me in seconds. I adjust my snapback to shield my eyes and start walking towards the masses.
Holy shit, there's a lot of people. I'm not really that outgoing so I kinda just walk, keep my head down and weave through the people. Yeah, I know I came out here to hang with fans but not like 20 at the same time. That's too much pressure without the others as a buffer.
After walking for a while, I pull out my phone to check the time. It's now 10:15 am, so bands should be starting to play which will make the crowd lessen. And, as if I could tell the future, it does. It's then that I notice three girls standing by a fence in front of where I Prevail is performing.
I quickly recognize one of the girls as Shan, who is wearing a black PTV tank top, blue jean shorts and the same bracelet she had on when we met. Her pink hair pulled into a braid and she has a black studded cat ear headband on.
The other two are both shorter than Shan. The second tallest looks to be Mexican, just like me. The shortest is pale white. It's kind of alarming. Does she know what the sun is? Okay Tone, that was a little rude.
Anyways, the tan skinned girl has dark brown hair that pulled up into a bun and is surrounded by a flower crown. She is wearing a dark grey Bring Me The Horizon t-shirt and pale pink shorts. She has a few bracelets on but I can't tell what they say from where I am.
The last girl has long black hair that is draped around her shoulders and a grey Harry Potter beanie slouching on top of her head. She's wearing a white Falling in Reverse t-shirt that looks like she cut it so it hangs off her shoulders with a purple tank top underneath and black shorts with fishnets. She also has some bracelets on but again, I can't really read them. She does have a necklace that has a pentagram on it though and she is the only one of them that has tattoos.
After essentially profiling the group, I make my way toward them. Shan notices me as I get closer, her face lighting up as she waves at me. The other two turn their heads in my direction and their eyes widen slightly.
Well, no. The pale girl's eyes widen slightly, the tan girl looks like she's about to die.
