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

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What time is it? Summer time! I have tons of time now to update this fic and hopefully get some more reads in:) I loved writing this chapter, maybe because I've been so bogged down for a while that getting away from the constant school stress and work was therapeutic, even if it was still around the same ballpoint as writing English essays. Either way, I hope you enjoy and I think the next chapter will be vids point of you

Mwah

~Bambi

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It wasn't until a week after I agreed to going on a date with Vic that I got the call. I had just woken up to go to work, got into the shower with The Pretty Reckless playing. Once out of the shower I looked at my hair. It needed to be re-dyed. My once pastel lilac was now a dull grey; which wasn't at all flattering.

Just as I'd slipped into some new Victoria Secret lingerie, Goin' Down came on, so naturally, I sang along to the first verse, waiting for the chorus to kick in before I got dressed.

"Hey there farther, I don't want to bother you but i've got a sin to confess" I harmonized with Taylor, not bothering with anyone who could hear me, I turned to the mirror and continued: "I'm just sixteen, if you know what I mean, do you mind if I take off my dress?" I winked at my reflection, causing me to giggle to myself.

As the chorus started up, my air guitar was interrupted by the music being stopped only to be replaced by the simple telephone tone of my ring tone. I checked the caller ID. Today, I felt, was going to be one of the rare occasions where I wasn't going to be a bitch to everything that respired, so I picked up the phone and held it to my ear.

"Ahola Fuentes. And to what do I owe this pleasure?" I purred down the phone trying to sound as flirtatious as possible. For that I got the buttery laugh from Vic down the other end of the line.

"Hey Dylan, so you know how you agreed to that date? Well today my sweet, is your lucky day. You are in the hands of one Mr.Fuentes and I am sure your day will be wonderful" I could hear the smile lingering in his voice. Picturing him stood in his front room pacing back and forth as he spoke made my heart flutter.

"Oh golly" I squeal enthusiastically, "Mike is taking me on a date! I just can't wait!" Sarcasm was always going to edge its way out of my mouth even on the happiest of days. But then reality hit me, the smile fell from my face and I was left with a wallowing pit of disappointment. "I am really sorry Vic, but I have work in 45 minutes, I can't go out with you today" The sincerity in my voice, for once, was real. I had been waiting a full 7 days for this opportunity to arise. He inticed me and I really didn't know if that excited me or terrified me.

"Don't worry sweet Dylan, I have rung the store. Felix said that you could have the day off today because he knows how hard you've been working lately" He chuckled. The smile made it's way back up to my lips and stayed there for the entire time I got ready.

As soon as I got off the phone with Vic I realized that it was no time for seductively dancing and winking at my barely dressed self in the mirror to The Pretty Reckless. I kept the music off and set to work, making myself presentable.

I fished my black guns 'n' roses tank top from the back of my draw hoping it wasn't too creased and threw it over my red t-shirt bra I had put of just before I received the call. Next I skipped over to my drawer of pants, shorts, skirts and leggings. Finally decided on a pair of black high waisted shorts, I hiked them up until they were in place and tucked my tank top into the waist band of the shorts neatly. I live in California and the probability of it raining in mid-July was slim.

Finally tucking the back of my tank into my shorts I took a look at myself in the mirror and gave the outfit and approving nod. I started on the unruly mess of my hair doing the usual blow dry and brush through before taking a detour around my straighteners that usually caressed my hair in the morning and reached for my curling wand. I removed the first strand of my hair from behind my ear and gently curled the ends and finished by giving it a once over with some hairspray. Although today wasn't necessarily a bad hair day, I still reached for the black 'Youth' I got from the You Me At Six concert back in March positioning it on the crown of my head. Next was the usual face of make-up. I allowed the concealer to grace my face ridding my complexion of any imperfections and then drew cat flicks onto my eyelid with my eyeliner, finally adding the finishing touches of mascara to the length of my lashes making them longer and more voluminous

I gave myself a cheerful smile in my full length mirror. Naturally, I grabbed the few dozen of thin bracelets that lay on the side of my desk and wrapped and slid each one into place onto my wrist. Just before running out of the door I pulled on a black pair of Serena doc martens, tucking in the laces and tied my red flannel shirt around my waist.

As if on cue, I heard a 'honk' from outside the house and peered out the window. It was my ride. The butterflies threatened to choke me and I suddenly felt panicky. Questions started swarming my mind: what if he doesn't like me? What if I scare him away? What if he thinks I'm a freak for my past? My breathing came quickly; panic attacks had come round enough time for me to know how to ward them off without it getting out of hand. After a couple of minutes of my deep breathing excersises I was able to stand up again and compose myself. Sliding the keys and breath mints into my pockets I shouted a loud "Sianara suckers" upstairs to the two love birds that wouldn't shut up for the whole of last night.

"Hola Fuentes, estoy emocionado por nuestro día a continuación. ¿qué es lo que usted ha planeado para nosotros" I winked at the tanned boy leaning against the car parked on the driveway, he pulled me in for a hug and smiled.

"Well, I was thinking... Wait, no. Forget it. It's a suprise" he giggled running away into the car before I could complain. I walk after him and slip into the passenger side of the car, pulling down the sun shield and quickly checking my make up in the mirror inside of it.

Vic pulled the car away from the drive and started our journey to the unknown destination. Kerrang FM was playing quietly, but I could recognise the song anywhere. Mayday Parade's I Swear This Time I Mean It was playing. Memories came flooding back to me, triggering every emotion I felt during that dark time.

"Hey Vic" I turn to my driver, my words wobbly and unstable.

"Uh-huh?" He replied, quickly glancing at me but never really taking his eyes off the road.

"Do you mind if we turn this song off for a couple of minutes whilst it comes to an end?" My eyes pleading hoping he turns to see what the beautiful song was doing to me.

"Of course" he replied without even a look from the corner of his eye, " don't you like this type of music?" He pressed.

"No. I mean yes, I do, it's my life and that's why I can't listen to this song right now. But, it's just this is an amazing song... And, I was going through a rough patch when I...it..." Struggling and stammering with my words, I felt vunerable, like I'd already said too much.

"Hey" Vic cut me off. " shhh, you don't need to explains yourself, you can tell me when you're ready. I understand. You've been through some shit. Music helped. Mayday Parade helped. They saved you" he consoled me, placing his hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb comfortingly on my knee cap. "Maybe one day, I can take you to see Derek Saunders and you can tell him how much his music means to you" he winked charmingly, causing the butterflies to come back, this time I felt comfortable. I had nothing to worry about I felt safe with Vic, I wasn't going to let my past ruin the date that could hopefully lead to something more than just friends.