Kissing in Cars

Chapter Two- Cool Tattoo

RECAP: "Holy shit, you're Pierce the Veil!"

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Vic scratches the back of his neck, "Kinda.. Yeah. You're a fan?"

"Fan is an understatement," mutters Kellin.

I shoot him a glare and politely excuse myself from my idols.

As soon as I'm safely in the house, I scream at the top of my lungs "HOLY SHIT DID THE VIC FUENTES ACTUALLY JUST? DID THAT? FUCK! THAT. HAPPENED. Tony!"

"Baby girl are you okay? What happened??!"

"Oh I'm FINE," I say sarcastically. "I didn't just meet my all time favorite band!"

"Oh yea.. By the way, they heard that."

"Shit. They must think I'm crazy!"

Tony shakes his head and smirks, "No, actually. Vic thinks you're cute, Jaime loves your voice and Mike was checking you out."

I wink playfully, "What about you Tone?"

He pretends to think. "I think you're beautiful and smart and my best friend. I couldn't live without you."

I tear up a little, "Tony.."

"Come here baby girl."

Walking straight into his arms, I smile knowing that I have the best friend in the whole world who loves me and protects me.

After my father left 4 years ago, I've struggled with self worth and confidence. But Tone has helped so much and I am forever grateful. But, there are some things that Tony doesn't know about me.

*snap* *snap* *le camera noises*

"Aw, best friend moment!"

"Kellin, shut the fuck up," I mumble, flicking him off.

Tony says, "Come on, let's go back outside." I jump on his back. He just does his cute little signature 'laugh and head shake' and keeps going.

When we get outside, the first thing we see is utter fucking chaos.

Jaime is stuck in a tree (a rather large tree, leaving me wondering how the hell he got up there).

Mike and Vic are fighting over a stick. Literally. It's not even two feet long. They're arguing in Spanish, and from what I can tell, Vic wants tacos and Mike wants his whiskey flask back.

I think that the fighting Mexicansi are my main priority at the moment. I walk over to them.

"Stop! Michael Christopher Fuentes, drop the stick before I whack you in the balls with it!"

Vic snickers, "Haha she used your full name!"

"And you!" I turn to Vic, "Victor Vincent Fuentes, apologize to your little brother and give him back his damn flask! You're the oldest, you should be setting an example, not being a complete douche bag!"

Vic frowns like a child who just got his toy taken away.

"B-Bu-but!" he sputters.

"No buts, Victor! Give it back. NOW!" I seethe and Vic is quick to follow my orders.

Mike has already dropped the stick. I smile, "Good boys!" As I pat their heads, I see Tony and Kellin carrying a ladder to the tree, to help out a very stuck Jaime.

When I turn my attention to Vic and Mike, I see Mike looking at my boobs, hypnotized. Of course he is. This is Mike we're talking about. If I had known that they were coming, I probably would've worn something less revealing. (pic on side).

I snap my fingers by Mike's face, "Eyes up here honey."

His head whips up and he looks really embarrassed to have been caught. "S-s-sorry," he chokes out and runs to the tree to assist the saving of Jaime.

Vic just stares at me in awe. "That was FUCKING AWESOME," he shouts.

I turn bright red, as it has just sunk in that I have just embarrassed one of my idols and am talking to another. "Thank you!"

From behind us comes a slapping noise and a "My sister isn't into one night stands Michael!" from Kellin.

My cheeks burn even more now.

Jaime, now down from the tree, runs over to us.

"Hello hello hello! I'm Jaime! I like tacos! Are you a panda?!"

I stutter, unsure how to handle this seemingly 4 year old Mexican. "I- uh. Um?"

"Never mind!" he squeals. Jaime gives me a tight hug before running off.

"Oh-kay?" I say. Que long silence.

Vic finally speaks, "I'm Vic, but I think you already knew that." He smirks, "Judging by that little 'meltdown' earlier."

Suddenly filled with confidence, I flip him off and whisper, "Fuck you Poncho."

He screams, "YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW MY OWN NAME FOOL?!"

He turns to his left, taking to an imaginary person.

"She think I don't know my name. I know my name." he gestures vaguely to me.

I double over with laughter and fall to the groud, clutching my sides. Vic does the same. We roll around in the grass like the freaks that we are for a few minutes until we run out of steam and calm down.

Vic stands up, "Wow, you ARE a true fan," and extends his hand to me.

I glady accept the help and as he pulls me up, he looks at me arm and says,

"Hey, cool tattoo."