You stand in line with all the other meet-and-greet people, laughing to whatever someone has just said, doing your best to control your breathing. You nervously play with the ends of your green hair, praying you don’t look like a drowned rat. It had been raining for the past couple of hours, and you’d been standing outside for the whole time.
“You okay, Aja?” A girl with blonde hair asks you.
You nod and force yourself to smile, doing your best not to open your mouth for fear you were going to be sick. The pizza the meet-and-greet queue had ordered to the venue an hour ago was churning violently in your stomach and you could feel your hands beginning to shake. Was this really happening? Were you really going to meet Mike Fuentes?
After about fifteen minutes, the doors to the venue finally open and you’re let in. People press against you from all angles and you can feel your sides getting crushed. Somehow, you manage to fall over, either over someone else’s feet or your own.
Your head thuds against the floor and you groan, feeling dizzier and sicker than you had outside the venue.
“Hey,” A gentle voice says, taking hold of your hand and helping you up. “You okay?”
You nod yes, but then you realise who is the owner of the hand. Mike Fuentes. You freeze and your breath catches in your throat.
“Sure you’re okay?” He asks again once you’re on your feet. “You seemed to hit the ground pretty hard,”
You nod again and pull your hand out of his and run away, doing your best to find any other member of the band, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. You just had to fall over and Mike Fuentes just had to see you fall over. But at least he’d been the gentleman and helped you up.
You do your best to regain your composure and walk over to where Vic is standing. He smiles brightly when he sees you walking towards him, but then he frowns with concern. He reaches out and touches just above your left eyebrow, where your head is throbbing the most.
“That looks sore,” He says. “What happened to you?”
You laugh nervously. “I, uh, got caught up in the crush and managed to fall over,”
“Oh!” Vic says. “You’re the girl that Mike ran off to help!”
You blush once more. “Yeah, I am,”
Vic tuts sympathetically. “I hope you’re okay. From what Mike said he saw, it looked like you fell pretty badly,”
You shrug. “It looks worse than it actually is,”
You chat to Vic for a bit, handing him the letter you wrote him, explaining how Pierce The Veil were slowly helping you with your anxiety. He thanks you for it and gives you a hug, telling you that he hopes your head gets better.
You wander over to Jaime, who instantly recognises you as ‘the girl that Mike helped’. You laugh at whatever jokes he tells you, doing your very best to overcome your shyness. You just couldn’t believe that the members of your favourite band are in front of you, and that you’re talking to them.
“If you ask me,” Jaime says as you go to talk to Tony, “I think Mikey has a little crush,”
You laugh again and shake your head, only to be told pretty much the same thing by Tony.
Before you know it, you’re standing in front of Mike and your chest feels so tight that you’re finding it hard to breath. You open your mouth to say hi to Mike, but no sound comes out.
“Are you okay?” Mike says, rushing to your side. “Do you need to sit down?”
You nod and he guides you into a chair. When he realises that you’re having trouble breathing, he puts his arm round you and whispers to you about how it’s going to be alright.
“Darling, you’ll be okay,”
After a few deep breaths, you manage, “I thought that was Vic’s line,”
He chuckles before saying, “I’m allowed to quote our songs too,” He eyes flick upward to the bump on your head. “Come on, let’s get some ice on that,”
He takes you backstage and sits you down before returning with a towel wrapped around some ice. He presses it against the lump on your head and you wince, sucking in a sharp breath.
“You bumped your head pretty hard, didn’t you?” He says softly.
“Yeah,” You mutter. You try to take the towel from him, but he pushes your hand away and raises his eyebrows. “Sorry for being so much trouble, Mike,”
“Why are you sorry?” He says, frowning. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for. What’s your name?”
You hang your head. “Aja. There were so many other people who wanted to meet you and you’re back here, with me of all people,”
He gives you a hard look. “Don’t say that. You’re obviously suffering from anxiety and from what I can see, you’re having a rough night. You deserve to be looked after,”
He puts a comforting arm around your shoulder and you smile weakly, leaning into his embrace. Your head still feels like someone’s stuffed it full of cotton wool, but you can’t deny how fast your heart is beating. Mike Fuentes has his arm around you.
You close your eyes and sigh deeply, noticing how the throbbing in your head is subsiding thanks to the ice. You notice how the rise and fall of Mike’s chest is in time with yours. You smile even more. The ice that he’s holding suddenly slips from your forehead and thuds to your lap. Pulling your eyes open, you glance over at Mike and notice that he’s fallen asleep, just like that. You laugh softly and shift so your head is resting on his shoulder, then slip into sleep as well.
“Dude!” Vic’s voice rouses you from sleep. “Get up, we have to go play!”
The warmth of Mike’s arm suddenly leaves you and he’s pulling you to the side of the stage. “Stay here,” He tells you.
You watch the show from the side of the stage, and can’t help noticing how Mike keeps glancing over at where you’re standing and grinning. You feel your cheeks heat up whenever he looks at you.
“Okay, guys,” Vic says into the microphone, brushing his hair away from his eyes. “This next song is called Hold On Till May, and Mikey would like to dedicate it to a lovely lady by the name of Aja,”
You flush and bow your head and notice that Mike is doing the same. Was Jaime right about him having a crush? No, he couldn’t have a crush on you. He barely knows you.
Throughout the song, Mike avoids all eye contact with you. Why was he doing that? Your eyes stay glued to him until the end of their encore, at which point he almost runs offstage and crushes you against him.
“Sorry,” He mutters once he pulls away.
“It’s okay,” You say breathlessly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and feeling your cheeks flare with heat once more. “Thanks for dedicating that song to me,”
“You deserved it,” He says, smiling back. “I need to ask you something, but I’ve got to speak to the guys first. I’ll be ten minutes, okay?”
“Okay,” You say, laughing slightly.
As promised, Mike is back in ten minutes, a bright smile dominating his face. He grabs your hand and begins to run, pulling you behind him. You laugh, not really understanding what’s going on.
Your heart begins to do summersaults in your chest when you realise he’s taken you to the back room, where everyone else is gathered.
“Well?” Mike says expectantly. “Can we keep her?”
Vic smiles. “We can keep her,”
Wasting no time, Mike leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.
This was the start of something beautiful.
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