**JAIME’S POV**

“Good night guys! We love you!” Vic screamed to the crowd before him, then jogs off stage. He found his way over to me, Mike, and Tony. Just as he was walking our way, he was greeted by Kellin. Ugh. I mean, I don’t have a problem with Kellin, he didn’t do anything to me. But.. he’s always touching and laughing with Vic. Cant he keep his hands to himself?

I haven’t necessarily come out of the closet yet to anyone, but I definitely knew I had a massive crush on the sexy Mexican walking towards me.

I’ve had a crush on Vic for the longest time. When we first met, me, Tony, Mike, and Vic decided to jam together, just for fun. The second I heard his voice, my knees went weak and Butterflies kicked in. Although his voice wasn’t the most masculine, it was definitely one of the most angelic I’ve ever heard. It was his voice that had first caught my attention. When we first met, Tony, Mike, Vic and I were jamming, just to experiment with our sound. The second his voice hit the mic, my knees grew weak and shivers snuck down my back. His voice was, and still is, perfection. Not to mention his good looks and sense of humor.

Vic walked over with a goofy smile on his face and a Kellin on draped around his shoulders. Kellin grinned and waved at us. The boys greeted him back. I just nodded.

“Great show tonight, guys! You really nailed it!” Kellin exclaimed, grinning. “Drinks on me?

“Yeah!” Mike and Vic cheered, throwing enthusiastic fists in the air. Tony and I smiled and high fived Kellin. Just because I secretly have an eye out for him, doesn’t mean we aren’t cool.

--

“WHOA BABY,” Vic hollered from the dance floor. Him and Kellin were dancing, well, practically dry humping, on the dance floor. Vic accidently fell and both boys rolled over laughing, drunk off their asses. I just threw back another shot, hoping to get as wasted as them. I would normally join them, but tonight, I was down to act my normal self. Not that there’s a specific reason. I guess I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and awakened to the sight of Kellin and the boys eating breakfast, throwing witty jokes back and fourth and giggling.

“Hey!” Mike had given me a stern pat on the back before I almost jumped off my bar stool. “Well shit, you okay?” He chuckled, displaying a satisfied smirk. I shot a fake grin back.

“Hey, having fun?” I shouted over the club’s music remix of Scream and Shout by Will.I.Am. My eyes went back to Vic and Kellin’s explicit dance.


“Yeah! You?” My eyes never left the dance floor, noticing their change of “position”. “Ehh. Not feeling it. I’ll probably go back to the bus and rest, or watch a movie.”

“Alright,” he patted my back again. “Rest well. I’m gonna see if I can get some ass,” and with that, he walked a few steps before approaching a group of wasted girls.

I rolled my eyes, threw back one more shot, and left the bar. When I got to the bus, it was cold since the heater was off. I turned it back on and turned on the lights before dressing into more comfortable clothes. I slipped into some Mountain Dew boxer shorts and a black wife beater before falling onto the folding couch and reaching for the Xbox controller. Fallout: New Vegas sounded like a good way to unwind and keep my mind off of things.

Just as I was headed toward Raul’s Shack in my game, a drunk Vic was slung over Mike’s shoulders.

“He’s done blowing chunks, but he needs rest. Watch him?” He shot me a ‘pleaseeee’ face. I glared back as he left, shutting the van door. Vic once again, lost his balance and fell on top of me.

“Opps,” he giggled violently. Oh god. He’s so cute when he’s wasted. He’s always cute.

“Vic, careful,” I groaned, helping him crawl over me to his bunk. I decided to get up and help him into bed. He collapsed on his back, still laughing.

“Jaime, what if my elbows were my knees??” Vic stared at his limbs curiously with amazement plastered on his face. His expression quick changed as he fell into a fit of laughs.

“Awww Vic, you got puke on your shirt,” I laughed with him. “Lemme help you. Off with the shirt,” The boy argued as I bent down to grab him his pajamas out of his suitcase. “NO” he yelled, breaking into another episode of giggles and snorts.

“Come on, don’t sass me boy,” I crossed my arms to show my seriousness, but couldn’t help but laugh at how low his IQ gets when hes like this.
“DON’T TELL ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE” he protested again, crawling away from me, onto Tony’s bed. I walked alongside the beds, easily catching up with his distorted crawling.

“Come hereeee,” I lightly pushed the boy on his back and pulled the shirt off of him. Whoa. Seeing Vic with his shirt off never gets old. He had always been so tanned and toned. Vic lifted my gaze from his stomach to his eyes.

“Hey, you can’t look, but you can touch! W-Wait..” he paused and laughed. His stupid retort snapped me out of it. I got off of him and threw him the shirt. “There,” It had hit him in the face. I was getting ready to continue adventure to Raul’s Shack when Vic grabbed hold of my wrist and tugged.

I turned. The look in his eyes.. changed. They went from gone and absent to needy and, well, lonely. Though his look had given it away, I had to ask. “Yeah?” He crawled across the twin beds closer, getting up on his knees so he was almost eye level.

“What are you doing?” His words slurred only slightly.

“Playing Fallout.”

“Stay with me?” I almost forgot to breathe. Vic and I had always been close, but not cuddly, like him and Kellin. I pushed aside my excitement, reminding myself he was drunk. I sighed, grabbed my controller, and shuffled over to his bed. By the time I was next to the bed, he was laying down, head propped on his hand, and patted the bed, hinting me to lay in front of him. I did as I was told, and laid close to the edge so I wasn’t too close to him. But that wasn’t in his interest.

He scooted closer, spooning me, giggling in my ear. “Ima spoon the shit outta youuu,” he laughed. I didn’t take it seriously.

“Get some rest, Vic. We have plans tomorrow,” I laughed along with him, and lightly pushed him on his back. When my attention was back on the game, I felt his hand reach across my stomach and pull me closer to his still, shirtless body.

“Cuddle with me,” he begged in a whiny voice.

I shivered as I felt his warm, fruity breathe on the back of my neck. “No, just get some rest,” I insisted to keep my distance. I wasn’t going to throw myself at him just because he was drunk. Besides, if he wants me so bad, he can express it when he’s sober.

“But I’m lonely.” This time his voice was lower and much more desperate. Ugh. “Fine,” I gave in and let his arm return to my stomach. He inched closer and then rested his head on his pillow. Though he was now quiet and slowly drifting off, I couldn’t help but be distracted. I’ve never been this close to Vic. I suppose I like it. I mean, he is drunk, so I’m trying not to get my hopes up or anything. But still. I reminded myself its just cuddling, before relaxing and continuing my journey to fetch Raul. Eventually, I felt myself slipping away as I heard the controller hit the cold floor and drifted off.

Notes

This is my first fanfic ever, so go easy on me! (: