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The Sky Under The Sea *

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Bulls In The Bronx [Fan Fiction] Project - By RainPierce

The Sky Under The Sea

Two Weeks Later

Well, after the hotel incident, and shit... We headed back to San Diego, and decided to stay at Vic's house.

One thing to know, is that Vic's house is rad ass hell. For example, it was fit for all of us, meaning the band, and me. It wasn't huge, or it was too small, it was a nice house with a kitchen, living room, bedrooms, and an outside pool & all the good stuff. But before I got into detail on his awesome-ass house, let me fill you in on what happened after the heart-to-heart, penis-drawing-conversation and all of that.

Before we left the hotel, we didn't see Eric, which was kinda sad because we couldn't thank him again for what he had done for us. Plus, he could've gotten to see his favorite band once again, and possible exchange phone numbers, or something? I guess, maybe, it's destiny and we will see each other again.

After we left the hotel, the band and I decided officially, officially decided that I was ready to go with them, to wherever they went. So this meant that I tagged them along by the studio I lived in, to pack up all of my stuff, and things.

Today was the day we started to move in, and get settled.

My room wasn't that huge, but not small either. I really didn't want my own room because, c'mon, it's the type of house that you can sleep anywhere. Besides, having my own room is like part of a cliche fan-fiction, where the girl is basically the tag-along in the band. I've read fan-fiction before, and trust me, it's like I'm living it. Fan-fiction isn't bad, but c'mon, moving in with the band into a house... I've read that in almost every fan-fiction. Ewghdjasfghjkl;

I felt excited moving in though, but before I did, I had a little bit of insecurities. Since I have a couple of anxiety problems, like, I'm pretty sure if you were put in a situation like mine, you'd think their actions as forced. In other words, for a single moment, I thought they felt forced to tag me into their life just because they saved it. That was the first thing I had to get out of my chest when they "officialize'd" me joining them. But it was a huge relief being told wrong, and I was gladly led into the Fuentes household. I thought about moving into a house nearby, but they preferred me to join them, plus, everyone agreed onto living under the same roof.

Haha, the things my Mom would tell me if she found out. She wouldn't find it safe living with four men, but I would tell her to not worry, they were in fact not men yet. Haha, get it? Cut their ass in a second... Jesus, I'm not really that chill with that slang.

Damn, it was just days ago I met los Pierce The Veil's and now I'm living with them. How a short period of time I became friends with them, which is really freaking rad. The fact that I'm here with them, WITH them. A lot of girls would be jealous of me, haha. Scratch that, they WILL. 'Cus, c'mon, living in the same house with four hot dudes, you'd melt like vanilla ice cream.

I smiled in amazement, as I saw how good looking my room was.

The wide walls were painted a nice light green, leaving the ceiling pure white as it was. A large strand of small lights were hanged around each corner, all around the walls, like that cliche tumblr room. Yeah, now you see what I'm talking about. I would turn them on at night, of course, not trying to catch this house on fire.

In the middle laid a nice bed, fluffy, and comfy. There were two desk lamps, one on each side of the bed. The one on the right, had a lamp decorated with black roses around it. The other desk had an alarm clock, which I will use very wisely.