pierce the veil

vic

        "So this is the famous sassy girl who put up a fight whose name is unknown," is the first thing Vic says when I see him. I just stare at him as he signs the beautiful copy of Collide With the Sky. "I thought you'd be less... shaky. But hey, no judgment! What's your name, beautiful."

        A few seconds go by and I hear the security guard yelling about only one minute in my head. He smiles as I drift off. "Oh, fuck. My name is Maddi. With an 'I,' not a 'Y.'"

        "Oh, that's a pretty name," he says, smiling and writing on the copy.

        "Oh, fuck," He laughs as I say it again, realizing I have to give him my letter. I pull it out of my pocket and hand it to him. "I wrote you a thing."

        He takes it from me, smiles at it, and then looks up at me. "I'm looking forward to reading the thing. You know, I think you and your friend are the only people who are here who I can legally go out with."

        It was the most random thing he could ever say, but also the best thing he could ever say. "Sorry to disappoint, but Tessa is taken and I'm... me."

        His mouth hangs open like he's about to say something, but then he bites his lip. "Where will you be at the concert?  General admission?"

        "Yes," I say. "I will probably be the one trying not to die in the mosh pit."

        "Oh god," he says, and I laugh at his serious expression. "Have you ever been in a mosh pit before?"

        "Nope," I say, embarrassed. "Which is really pathetic, considering middle schoolers have been in tons of them..."

        "No, no, that's not pathetic," he reassures me. "The middle schoolers who go in mosh pits are the people who act like they have a great time meanwhile they were dreading it."

        We both laugh, and then that security guard yells, "Vic!"

        He curses under my breath and smiles up at me. "I won't let you leave without hugging you after you risked a fight with a security guard."

        He gets up and actually goes around the table to hug me, and he's only a foot or two taller than me. I rest my head on his shoulder and wish I could stay like that forever, but we both pull away at the same time. We're only about a foot away from each other when I feel like it would be the perfect time to kiss: comfortably close, my eyes lost in his eyes and his eyes lost in mine, feeling so connected. But I know I have to stop keeping people back so I whisper, "See you later." and walk back to the table where Mike is signing my copy and hope that what I said is true. 

        Mike looks from Vic to me, and raises his eyebrow at me. I laugh and shrug. He smiles and whispers, "I ship it."

        I barely hear Tony when he whispers because I hear someone whistle. I realize he said, "Rate Vic from 1-10."

        "Based on what?" I ask, in a whisper.

        "You know," he whispers even quieter, getting closer to me. "10/10, would bang. 5/10, would only bang if–"

        I cut him off before I could hear more. "Nice meeting you."

        I walk over to Jaime, who looks like such a cutie as he slowly signs my copy, making sure to perfect every letter. "Hi Jaime, how are you?"

        "Well," he says, about half way through the autograph from what I can tell. "I'm a bit confused with all the hugging and whispering. Are you guys keeping something from me?"

        I giggle. "No, no. Vic insisted on hugging me after I argued with the security guard and the guys were whispering to me about... the hug."

        He looks up at me and then back down at the autograph. "Why would they whisper if they were talking about a hug?"

        "Because they didn't want Vic to hear," I lean closer to Jaime as I say it. "I think they want me to go out with Vic."

        "Really?" he asks, finally done with the autograph. He hands the fucking piece of artwork to me, and I can't help but admire it. "I'd think they would want you for themselves."

        I laugh. "Thanks? It was nice meeting you! Have a nice time!"

        "Yes," Jaime says, sarcastically. "I will have a great time during the process of breaking my hand. Anyway, see you at the concert!"

        I go to the next table where Sleeping With Sirens is. This time it's less dramaful, and more carefree and stressless. After meeting all the members but Kellin, I'm finally up to him, the last one at the table. "Everyone shipping you with Vic over there?"

        I laugh. "How'd you know?"

        "We have a signal. Whenever a band member has a love interest in a fan, they do a thing with there whistle and do a thing with there hand. I'm giving you very secretive information right now," Kellin says, eyebrows raised. "But I guess if you're going to be Vic's girlfriend I can tell you secretive information."

        I begin blushing. I drop my voice to a whisper. "What? No, that can't happen. I look up to Vic too much, he can't love me as much as I love him." 

        "Oh, trust me," Kellin says in a convincing voice. "Vic can love someone more than anyone could ever love someone. And he usually ends up getting very hurt. Not just the hurt you'd feel after breaking up with someone you loved more than anything. But even worse, like the person died. Yeah, I don't like to joke about it. When it happens, it's hell. So if he already likes you, there's a chance he's already falling in love."