𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 - I found a girl, the vamps; uncover, zara larson; somebody to you, the vamps
MIRACLE MOON'S TOUR bus parked outside the Orlando stadium in style, aggressively swerving into the parking spot reserved for them after a loud ride driven by Marshall. Scarlett stepped out last, marveling at the large architectural beauty. Her gaze shifted as another tour bus door slid open. The second bus was noticeably larger and more luxurious, painted a shiny black with large tinted windows. Music followed five boys as they exited the vehicle, laughing and stumbling as they playfully pushed each other around — the Feral Boys.
Scarlett's eyes immediately focused on the tallest. Tall and lean with emerald green eyes, he towered over his bandmates as the only unrecognizable member. The others were easy to identify, Quackity, the guitarist; Sapnap, the drummer; Karl, the keyboard player; and George, the backup singer.
Which meant there was only one person this could be — Dream.
No fans had ever seen a glimpse of his face, constantly shrouded behind a simple white smiley mask at all concerts and media events. He had a strong jaw and a messy mop of dirty blonde hair. He showed off his sun-kissed skin with a simple pastel green shirt and black denim jeans. His eyes flicked to meet Scarlett's for just a second, but she was already lost, swimming deep into the olive irises. He was hot.
Next to her, June cursed under her breath. She was shooting daggers at George, and then swiftly turned her head the second he looked over to her.
"Hey, Scar," She started, "Wanna go for a walk around?" Scarlett looks surprised at the invitation since they had just arrived.
"Uhm, don't you wanna talk to the other bands first?" She asked, her eyes straying over to the blonde boy.
"We have all summer to talk, c'mon, let's see Orlando!" She replied, a little bit too excitedly. She grabbed Scarlett's arm and dragged her away, the two waving 'bye' to their bandmates. They reached a steady rhythm, striding past shops and cafes and taking in the feel of the city.
"Why did you want to go on a walk? We just got here and you don't want to meet the Feral Boys?"
June shrugged, obviously masking true emotions. "I needed to get out of there, it was bringing back too many memories."
"Oh," Scarlett responded simply, unsure of the correct response. They kept walking, getting occasional stares from fans.
The two strolled around the city, admiring the sights, but eventually, Juno accepted they had to head back.
As they got closer to the stadium, they could see the two bands gathered around a bonfire, chatting and laughing loudly. June shrunk a bit at the sight and slowed her pace.
"Sorry for stealing you away from all the fun," June apologized, pushing her hair out of her face.
"It's fine," Scarlett responded, glancing up at the other girl. June opened her mouth to say something, but she struggled to find the right words as old, buried memories hit her like a brick wall.
She was fifteen when they shared their first kiss. It was sweet, innocent even, a simple peck on the lips accompanied by flushed cheeks in the middle of a late-night spin-the-bottle game. Two years later, the night before she turned seventeen, he'd snuck in through the window at midnight. "I wanted to make sure I was the first to wish you a happy birthday," He had whispered softly, and then the next thing he knew they were kissing. The night dragged on for hours, the sweet moments of pleasure flowing between the two, blurring any perception of time they had. They continued over the span of a month, getting more experimental with one another as time went on. By the time June realized she had real feelings instead of just sexual attraction, it was far too late.
George didn't recognize June yet, grinning at a previous comment. He knew she was coming on tour with them, he'd nearly vomited the first time he heard. He looked over as June and Scarlett plopped onto the pavement next to Karl. His face flashed with different emotions, confusion, comprehension, shock, heartbreak, and pain, all perfectly illuminated by the flickering bonfire. Something inside of June cracked a little bit at the way his face fell as he recognized her, the way he tore his gaze off of her and focused on the ground. She took it all in, the way his dark hair shone in the firelight, how his long eyelashes fluttered downwards, how the soft his skin appeared in the flattering moonlight. It took her back to watching him crawl through the window late in the night to fuck her relentlessly for hours on end.
He was the reason she wrote Moonlight, their first big hit, which launched their career. And she absolutely resented him for it.
"Aelyn!" Scarlett said, trying to gain the brunette's attention. "You okay?"
Aelyn shook herself out of a daze, glancing at Scarlett before blushing a lovely shade of pastel pink. She barely tried to explain herself, stuttering out a bit of nonsense before quieting. The truth was, she was admiring Dream's tall, lean figure. His slightly tight shirt perfectly showed off his biceps and the low neckline teased his chest by revealing his tanned collarbone. "Yeah, I'm fine, just spacing out, you know?" Scarlett nodded, suspicious.
"So wait, you guys already know each other?" Karl asked, his gaze flicking between Aelyn and Scarlett.
"We met over the winter when we were competing for a record company," Camille explained.
Virginia's gaze slid over to Nick. "Nick and I actually went to high school together for a couple of years," She commented offhandedly, and he shot her an appreciative smile. Dream wrapped a large arm around George's shoulder, squeezing him closer into his side fondly. June watched the exchange tensely, fist curling and releasing as she focused on the simple gesture. Sometimes, very rarely, she would stay up until 4am — wondering why she wasn't enough for him to stay, wondering what she could've done better. If she could've taken back that night, that fight, she would've. But she couldn't. And the memory was there to stay.
She could barely see the details of his soft face, a dark silhouette of his milky skin illuminated by the passionate glow of the fire. She could just barely make out the chocolatey gaze of his irises as his vision settled on her. Her breath caught in her throat, blinking back at him with such meaning that she couldn't take it, focusing on Scarlett instead.
"Please, our band destroyed you guys in the full band section," Rose bragged, flexing her rapping skills.
"Yeah, I totally out-paced Juno," Kai agreed smugly.
"Puh-lease, I could beat you any day," June smirked, leaning back on the bench.
"Uh-huh, keep dreaming princess," Kai replied, ruffling his hair.
"Princess?" June snorted. "I'm a fucking queen."
Rose smothers a laugh with her hand and Alex bursts out laughing. "She got you there, Arily," Quackity beamed, using Kai's stage name.
The corners of June's mouth turned upwards and she grinned, turning her head and catching something. George was still looking at her. Fuck. Her smile dipped, but she did her best to pretend she didn't see.
On the other side of the joke, Kai was glad he had the cover of darkness to cover the pink spreading across his cheeks from when Alex had said his name. Arily. It sounded so perfect coming off his tongue, smooth and soft like silk. Quackity readjusted his beanie and shot Kai a look that he couldn't quite decipher.
"It's after midnight," Val commented, yawning and checking her phone. "We should go in," The group muttered a series of murmurs and mumbled agreements as they slowly raised off the benches and shuffled into their respected buses.
All considering, the first night wasn't half bad.
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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞
Hmmm... I wonder what's going to happen between June and George...
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