A Flair For The Dramatic (Pierce the Veil fan fiction)

Chapter 1

Music, music was what I needed. I turned up the volume of my speakers, blasting Of Mice & Men as I drove along the highway. I was following the hastily printed instructions to get to my brother's house. Turning onto the exit for San Diego, I could feel my stomach tensing with worry. 

 I had been laid off from my job as a tattoo artist, which had been the only thing in my life I could really pour my heart into. I could barely make rent and was forced to move out of my house, and Jaime was one of the first people to give me a place to stay. I'd accepted his offer without hesitation, but now, well now I was hesitating.

 I'd known that Jaime had a band, it was one in the genre of music I liked and they'd become pretty popular, but I didn't know I'd have to meet them. I'm really fucking awkward, and meeting new people is just not my strong suit. 

 As I got closer to his house, I began to physically shake. I checked my directions to make sure I was in the right place, and turned into his driveway. I sat in the car for a few minutes, checking my makeup and mentally prepping myself for whatever small talk awaited me. 

 I saw the door to the house open, and Jaime walked out with a grin. I climbed out of my beat up red toyotra truck and braced myself for his classic sprint-and-tackle greeting. He came running and practically jumped on me, almost knocking me down. I giggled and hugged him back. I really had missed him. 

 "How was your drive here?" he asked after letting me go. 

 "It was alright, I had my ipod to keep me company," I laughed. He helped grab my stuff out of the back and we made our way towards the door.

 "Ready to meet Los Pierce the Veils?" he asked, adding an accent to the band name. I felt myself tense up again.

 "Yeah, definitely," I said, trying to sound calm. My shaky voice gave me away.

 "No need to be nervous, Ana, they'll love you," he said, smiling. 

 "Yeah right, watch me embarrass myself as soon as I get through the door," I practically whispered as I rolled my eyes. 

 "You won't embarrass yourself, that's my job," he said, reaching over with his free hand to mess up my hair. I smacked his arm in return, pausing to put my hair back in order. 

 We made our way inside, and I heard voices coming from the next room. I assumed that was the band, and bit my lip, something I do when I'm nervous. I glanced at Jaime, who was motioning me down a hallway. "I figure before you meet them, I at least need to show you your room," he explained. I nodded and followed him.

 My room was at the end of the hallway, and it had blue walls and pictures of our family scattered on the dresser. There wasn't much decoration other than a painting of some flowers hanging on the wall. At least there was a TV. We set my bags down, and headed back down the hallway.

 I heard the band's laughter coming from the next room, and I tensed up again. Jaime smirked at me, before belting out a "Dun dun dun dun dun dun duuuun!" tune, and opened the door with his free arm outstretched, as if I were being shown some glorious presentation. 

 I felt myself blush, and stepped through the door to see three guys relaxing on the couch. "Guys, this is my little sis, Mariana," said Jaime as I put on a smile. 

 One of them got up, he was short and had long brown hair and a nose ring. He outstretched his hand and I grabbed it before he pulled me into a hug like we'd known each other forever. "Nice to meet you, I'm Vic," he said, smiling. He was nice, and I could definitely get along with him.

 The next guy to stand up was much taller than Vic, and he had a lip ring, long dark hair, and extenxive tattoos. He came over for a fist bump. "Yo, I'm Mike," he said, giving me a sup nod. He was alright, too.