Faults & Faith (Sequel - Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)

8. Pastel-Red and Porn Star-White

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Chapter 8 - Pastel-Red and Porn Star-White

  I had woken up early, with a small headache that is. I take a quick shower and dress in camo shorts and a Vans muscle tank-top. I hurry my way down town to catch breakfast.

   Then I visit my parents. They were very excited to see me although I kept it short. I talked about touring and recording. I didn't think it was appropriate to talk to them about Iris, it seems like she isn't ready to come back to the past. Maybe that's what it's been like for her. If she sees Mike, Jaime or even Tony she'll feel uncomfortable thinking of the past. Perhaps that's the same way with my parents. Or San Diego in general. 

  I don't blame her for that either. She's a work of art and it seems that just some canvases are just not the right fit. And one of those canvases is the past. I try not to dwell on the past, but there's that one thing I can't let go of. And that's the kiss that Iris and I shared the night before I left for tour. I want her back and need her back. But as of now, I need to gain my best friend that I lost. I don't even think I'd be able to try to gain some type of relationship with Iris other than a friendship as well.

  It's almost noon once I leave my parents’ house. I try to think of ways to keep Iris in San Diego as much as possible on the way back to my apartment. I have so much on my mind these past days that I'm truly soon going to be insane. It's not every day you get this type of chance to be with your best friend when you thought she died. All I know is that I don't want Iris to stick with her job. I'll find her a new job.

Maybe I should call Jc?

I sigh when the last thought processed through my head. Jc, ugh.

  I haven't spoken to him but I know he isn't happy with me. Last time I called him he was screaming at me for the simple fact of Iris and that I being gone with touring. 

  I'm sure I know other people to get her a job. She can be our merch girl if it really comes down to that.

  I pull into my apartment complex and make my way to my door. When I walk in, Iris is awake and making coffee.

"I'm surprise I even have coffee beans." I laugh, touring has made it difficult to buy certain things. When going on and off tour, you don't want to buy too much of food or you'll just have to throw it out.

"Yeah, I was surprised too. But then again, you are Victor Fuentes the Coffee King." Her comebacks get better as I talk to her as it seems.

"Well, now that you've woken up and smelled the coffee." I hop onto the counter. "Let's do something today."

"Something?" She gives me an are-you-kidding-me look. "Something as in taking me back to Palm Springs?"

"Hmm nope not on the list I am afraid."

"Then you better think of something good to say." She walks away into my bedroom with a smirk.

"You can't quote my songs like that." I groan with a smile. This girl. She is surely something else. 

"I think I have your jeans still." I blurted out. If she's going to hang out with me for a day, she'll make up the excuse of having clean clothes. 

"Well that's not weird." She walks back into the kitchen and pours the rest of her drink into the sink.

  "When I moved here I took everything out of my room. I'm almost positive at least one of your jeans are somewhere in these boxes." I wave my hand around, emphasizing all the boxes that are still yet to be unpacked.