Falling Into Place (Jaime Preciado) (*PTV* Fanfic 1)

58. "i hate you."

*LANEY*

By the end of our party, Austin was cuddled with a pillow on my floor in front of the TV, Vic and Tony were in the corner cuddling while dead asleep on my LazyBoy chair. Mike, Tino, and Aaron were in the Hot Tub along with Hannah, Oli, and Nicholls. And Jordan, Lee and Vegan were in a heated competition downstairs in the studio with Phil and Alan debating on who was the best guitarist (Loudly at 3 o'clock in the morning I may add).

Jaime and I were on the couch, he was sleeping but I was wide awake thinking about everything that had happened over the past few months. It was quite crazy if I do say so myself. I would have never expected I would have gotten him back, but thats Fate for you. I looked at our fingers which were interlaced on my stomach, and our legs tangled together as well underneath a blanket as I laid back on his chest.

There was no where else I would rather be than right here.

But what about when he has to go home to San Diego? Thats even worse. I sighed and buried my head in his chest, breathing in his sweet scent. His flight goes out in 3 days.. so 3 days of amazingness will be had.

'Jessica Kill' by Sum 41 started playing from the kitchen, instantly recognizing it as Caity's ringtone Vic had for her on his phone. I looked over to Vic but he and Tony were too into their sleepy cuddling session to hear it. I pushed myself off the sleeping porcupine and headed to the kitchen, pulling a sweatshirt that was hanging off the couch on over my head, grabbing the cracked yellow iPhone and slid it open "hey Cai-"

"oh my god. Who the fuck are you, Bitch?" a girl said cutting me off , it wasn't Caity, because I knew her voice and this was definitely not her. "Vic better not be cheating on Caity or so help him GOD I WILL MURDER BOTH HIM AND YOU."

"CALM THE FUCK DOWN Who ever you are.. i'm Laney, Tour Manager for Bring Me, and no... Vic is like a brother to me. I'd never dream of getting with him. never ever ever!" I couldn't of put more emphasis on that one...

the line went silent for a good 15 seconds before this girl spoke again. "i'm so so so sorry! Im Erin, Tony's girlfriend" she yelped, in what sounded like in pain and pulled the phone away from her and mumbled something along the lines of 'calm down its going to be fine'

"Wheres Vic?" she asked, I looked over to Vic, "Sleeping." I nodded. "Well great, could you possibly wake him up for me?" She asked. I opened my mouth up to say something But instead I got a pounding feeling in my chest. "Wait... Is Caity alright?" I asked hurriedly.

"Yeah she's just.... Can you please tell him Caity is in Lab-bor-or-- OWW fucking-A Cait!" she yelped again as Caity squeezed her hand i'm guessing.

"OH MY GOD." I screamed and hung up, the panicked tour manager side of me kicked in. Panicking like I have 24 hours to get to a show on the other side of the world. I cursed and ran over to Vic and tried to shake him awake "VICTOR VINCENT FUENTES, TONY PONY, JAIME. GET YOUR ASS UP NOW!" I yelled, not caring who else I woke up. None of them even budged, what the fuck?

I pulled up my phone and started my search for a plane for the boys to get immediately back to San Diego as soon as possible...

No Available immediate flights.

Well shit... I can't move their flight up... too bad we don't have a private jet like Led Zepplin does...

wait.

a grand idea just popped into my mind..

I ran outside to find Oli, sliding on the slick concrete to collide with the side of the hot-tub "Oli, Oli, Oli... Can I possibly borrow the Drop Dead plane?" I asked. Getting strange looks from everyone there, especially from Mike, yeah, we didn't have a good history with the whole plane situation... "Why do you need it, Dove?" he asked, worry lacing his voice.