Darling You'll Be Okay - Vic Fuentes fan fiction.

5

Hey darlings,

I guess this is the fifth instalment, I've been abseloutely wank at updating so I apologise, this is sort of a filler chapter and I really didn't want to watch Eurovision so I decided to quickly type this up, if you want anything to happen within the content of this fan fiction then message me, adios mes amigos.

~Bambi

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"Dylan" I could hear him screaming "Dylan, don't you dare walk away from me, I was trying to kiss you. Don't you disrespect me" Vic pushed me to the floor, hitting me and hitting me and hitting me. I tried to squirm away but he was too strong, the constant fear of what was about to happen choked me. Each hit to my ribs forced another breath out of my lungs, leaving me hoping each breath was my last. He forced his mouth onto mine, forcing his tongue down my throat. I tried pushing him off me but I couldn't seem to shake him off.

"Dylan" he shouted "Dylan stop"

I shot up straight in bed, Joshua was stood next to me looking concerned. It was him shouting me, drawing me out of my dream.

"Dylan, I've been trying to wake you up" my older brother huffed at me, he'd gone a pinky/red colour from trying to dodge my blows.

"I'm sorry Joshy, just a bad dream, don't worry about it" I reassure him, putting on a weak smile and brushing the fly-away hairs from around my face. I guess now I knew Vic wasn't a fictitious character, I would be dreaming about him way more than I care to think I would.

I lay in bed for another 45 mins thinking about the dream my brother interrupted. What did it mean? Was I scared of Vic, was I scared of his intentions?

Once I had finished questioning the contents of my dream, my alarm went off signalling 9:00am, it was time to get up and go to work. I groaned to myself, pulling back my baby blue covers and placed a foot on my cold laminate floor, quickly hop, skipping and jumping to my desk which held my docking station containing my phone . Pushing down the button that shut off the alarm, I stared at it for a couple of minutes, unsure as to why, just knowing I was procrastinating.

It got to 9:06am when I finally decided I should get ready. After this morning's dream I wasn't ready for any upbeat music. I scrolled through my music, poo-pooing any song that came along that was happy and upbeat. Eventually I came across 'When You See My Friends' by Mayday Parade, approving of the tune that started blasting through my speakers I turned it up even louder in volume. Rummaging through my draws, I sent tops flying. Deciding on matching my clothes to my mood, I picked up my burgundy 'More Issues Than Vogue' tee and draped it over the white upholstered chair that stood next to my full length mirror. Shuffling over to the set of drawers that contained my pyjamas and lounging garments, I chose a pair of simple, black leggings and threw them over to the chair hoping they would join my top, but they didn't. They tumbled to the floor, landing silently. I sighed to myself and chose a pair Ghostbusters underwear and a black lace bra.

By the time I was dressed and my make up was done 3 other songs had passed and was now on When You Can't Sleep At Night by Of Mice & Men. I glanced back at my reflection in my full length mirror, quickly braiding my lilac hair to the side. I inserted a pair of white fake plugs in my ears, slid a gold infinity ring on my middle finger and fastened a golden skull necklace at the back of my neck before turning off my dock, grabbing my iPhone and stumbling downstairs, wolfing down my breakfast and stepping into my burgundy vans, not bothering to wear a different pair of shoes to yesterday.

"I'm off to work" I bellowed up the stairs, "I get off at 7" finishing my sentence before walking out the door with Josh's keys and throwing myself into the car. It was raining and I didn't even realise.

*****

The first few hours of work went by smoothly, several customers came in, bought what they needed and left, no awkward conversations, just a simple smile and a 'have a nice day'.

At about 1 o'clock Felix went on his lunch break.

"Do you want anything?" He asked, but I'm sure he was only asking to be polite, so I reflected his politeness and shook my head. I stood at the behind the front desk, eyeing the collection of 5 guys with their backs to me, an surge of confidence took over, forcing me out from the comfort of the back of the desk. Fastening my name tag to my top, I skipped over to the metal music section where the guys stood, plastering a smile to my face, taking a deep breath and gently touching the arm of the tallest man before saying:

"Hey I'm Dylan, I was just wondering if you needed any help finding an album or whatever" all 5 guys turned around and in seconds the smile that I had forced dropped with my shoulders, my confidence had disappeared and a quite "oh it's you" fell off my tongue as I recognised four of the guys as Pierce The Veil and the fifth I didn't know.

"Dylan, babe, long time no see" Jaime flirted sarcastically, wiggling his eye brows and leaning against the metal frame that held hundreds of CD's , "to what do I owe this pleasure of a second meeting" running his left hand through his hair, leaving parting lines in his jet black hair which like last night, stood on end as if he had stuck his finger in a plug socket.

"I work here Dickwad" swivelling on my foot and making my way back to the desk, I could feel 10 eyes burning holes into my back, Jaime followed me, grabbing my arm and turning me back round.

"Ouch, name calling? Really? Sweet Dylan I thought you would treat me better last night after our date last night" my mind fluttered back to the last text I got from Vic, I glanced at him, my eyes questioning, but he looked to his shoes and blushed a sheer crimson.

"Whatever," I snarled, "just get your shit and get out" practically running back to the front desk and occupying myself on the computer.

The muttering coming from the back of the shop was aggravating. From the corner of my heavily lined eyes I could see Tony nudging Vic over to me, Vic was holding a Blink-182 album, I smiled to myself, waiting for the boy to reach me. I took in his grey beanie that his his small ears and the entirety of his head, leaving the rest of his chocolatey, wavy hair to fall from the bottom of his hat, just reaching his shoulders. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a tie-dye hoodie. A good dozen of different coloured brackets covering his wrist. Finally he reached the desk and handed my the album.

"Hey Dylan" he stuttered.

"Hi, did you get everything you wanted today?" Reciting the usual line necessary to ensure customers are happy with the in store service.

"Yeah, but I just wanted to say.." I cut him off, handing him the white plastic bag with the music stores logo on.

"Have a nice day" I smile patronisingly.

"Dylan, are you not going to hear me?" The vocalist started, I made myself busy with the paperwork on the counter in front of me. "I pushed you yesterday, we had only met twice and it wasn't even a proper date, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have tried to push you into it, it was a dick move and I'm sorry" he sighed, I thought he finished, but he continued. "You just entice me and you seem completely unphased by the fact I'm famous and I really like that about you, I just want to make it up to"

"Wow, I mean, you really planned out that speech didn't you" I giggled, I couldn't help myself, no one had ever done that to me before.

"Ask Mike, I was rehearsing it on the ride here, in case you were working, not that I know your schedule or anything" he tripped over his words, quickening the pace of his speech as he reached the end of his reply. "I really want to make it up to you" he continued to plead.

"I guess, but nothing fancy" giving in to people was a weakness and I really wasn't proud of it.

"Okay I'll call you" he beamed, happily taking the bag from my hand and walking away.

Before leaving Jaime winked at me, I cringed at the thought of the boy coming anywhere near me, but I could tell, even if Vic and i didn't work out, we would be fast friends.

All I had to worry about now, was the date I had with Victor.