[VicFuentes] I Want

[VicFuentes] I Want [ChapterThree]

“I understand. You’re touring with Pierce the Veil right now. Vic Fuentes recently broke up with his girlfriend, Cara. Rumor has it he’s your celebrity crush. Do you think anything is going to happen between the two of you?” My eyes grew wide, the heat rose to my face, my cheeks turning bright red. Vic faced me, smirking, trying to not laugh, and obviously hearing what the guy had said over the phone.

The heat rose to my cheeks, leaving a pink blush on them. “I'm really not looking for a relationship right now. My mind is on the band, not on trying to find a guy. But I'm so sorry, I have sound check in five minutes and I need to get ready.”

“That’s alright. Thank you so much for your time, and good luck tonight.” He hung up; the beeping noise rang in my ear.

I tossed my phone in my open purse. The two of us sat in silence; not looking at each other. Awkward silence is almost as bad as meeting new people.

“So, you have a crush on me?” There was an amusement in his voice. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye to see him looking forward.

I opened my mouth but shut it, realizing I don’t know what to say. Leaning back, I rested my head on the top of the couch. “I’ve known you for eight hours.”

He sighed, looking at his hands. “Please tell me that tour won’t be awkward.” His eyes averted to the door again, probably praying that someone would come in and end this.

“There’s no reason for it to be awkward.” My voice was a whisper. I was afraid that tears would fall from my eyes.

He nodded; the smile on his face fell a while ago. “Yeah, it was just a rumor.” Something went wrong. Vic was smiling when he heard the comment. Now he’s distant, not happy.

I stood up, smoothening out my leather pants at my waist. “I should get going.”Forcing a smile, I grabbed my drum sticks off the table and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

With my back pressed against the wall, I slid down until I was sitting. Nothing was going right. Tour was supposed to be magical. Instead, it was awkward.

Paul walked over to me, seeing me from the stage. He slid down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a side hug.

I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his heavy deodorant. “I hate having my period.” Whining, I knew I was just trying to hide my disappointment from what just happened.

He rested his head on mine, kissing my forehead gently. “Don’t blame this on your period when you talk to me. Connor is clueless and I'm not about to tell him. I know you and I know that something upset you.”

I looked at him, tilting my head up but keeping my head on his shoulder. “Can you stop knowing everything about me?” Smiling, I poked his side.

He shook his head. “Sydney, sometimes it’s good to let people in.”

I looked at him, raising my eyebrows. Paul was the first person outside of my family that I opened up to, and that was in middle school.

“I mean, you have to let people know you're upset. Maybe don’t tell them why but tell them that you are. Not everyone thinks the same way the two of us do. Not everyone knows that when you’re upset you shut down; they either think you're angry or that you're a bitch.”

“I’d rather him think I'm a bitch. There’s no way that I'm telling him it isn't a rumor.” I whispered, afraid of saying it out loud, in fear that it would be true.

Paul looked at me, sitting up straight. I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest. “What are you talking about? What just happened?”

I looked down at my hands, placing him on top of my knees. “The interviewer asked me about my celebrity crush, saying how he’s on tour and single and if anything is going to happen between us. He talked very loudly.”

Paul’s mouth dropped and I could tell that he was fighting back a laugh. “Wait, you seriously have a crush on your celebrity crush?”

I shrugged, not actually knowing the truth. “I mean, I just met him like eight hours ago. I think that I fell for his lyrics and his voice.”

The door creaked open and Vic walked out, staring down at Paul and I. And yet again, I knew that he heard.