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AL¡VE - Fundy-Centric

A/N I'm really sorry if it's showing that I'm a huge Directioner and a Fundy stan by now.

A/N Edit: I changed Tubbo's name because I didn't realize he didn't like it being used in fanfictions. Thanks to @Shiro_Night for letting me know.

We ran off of the stage, covered in sweat. We were all smiling, though. Our second-to-last show was tomorrow, we had to savor it.

"C'mon, we have a signing in half an hour, clean up or something," Clay said breathlessly.

"Oh 'cause you're one to talk," Tubbo retorted.

"Hey Tubbo, respect your elders!" Jack sneered, tapping Tubbo on the back of the head.

"Jack you're literally a year older than me, we have this same argument, like, every day."

"Guys, half an hour, go," Will intervened, flicking his wrists away from us.

Tubbo and Jack mumbled under their breaths but listened to Will. Next, his eyes landed on me. Unsure, I looked up at him with a confused expression.

"Floris, you and Clay too. Go on," Will answered.

With that, I went to get ready. First, taking a quick shower. I got out and continued.

My outfit was pretty nice today. A pair of ripped jeans, a black belt, a white collared shirt with a maroon sweater on top, and a beanie. I grabbed a pair of Doc Martens and some chains.

I walked back over to the rest of the band. Will, who was holding his bass guitar for reasons unknown to me, gestured at me to go faster. Clay was missing.

"Bitch, Clay's not even here, don't get pissy at me for being slow," I start at Will.

"I'll slap him when he gets here, if that's what you want, just take Jack and Tubbo and get to your fucking spots, we're gonna be fucking late again," Will replied, and he would've sounded angry, but the subtle smile on his face let me move on without feeling guilty.

Jack, Tubbo, and I strode quickly to sit behind the table and prepare to start signing albums. Will was coming towards us fast as well, Clay practically sprinting behind him. They were sat just as the first fans came trickling in to have their albums signed.

Lots of the fans asked questions when they came through. A good portion was about when our band, AL¡VE, would come out with new music. Quite a few also inquired about our personal lives, mostly if we had girlfriends, celebrity crushes, and whatnot.

Clay, being sat right next to me, had some pretty funny answers to many of the questions. I tried my best to answer most of the questions truthfully, but so many people were asking about girlfriends and romance and girls, it was just strange and invasive after a while.

Truth be told, the short answer to these questions would simply be "I'm gay," but the band's management wouldn't allow that in a million years.

Instead, I was just forced to make awkward smiles and fake-flirty jokes. It was honestly torturing. Clay gently deflected a couple of my questions now and then when he saw how burnt-out I was getting, which I was infinitely grateful for.

The time passed slowly, and my hands ached, but eventually, the signing was over and the doors were closed.

"Floris, you look fucking dead," Will half-joked.

"Ugh, they kept asking about girls and shit, and my hand's fucking killing me."

"Huh, I guess we all had the same questions then because the amount of fucking times I've said 'No, I don't have a girlfriend' today is not something I'm proud of," He scoffed.