Fuentes Time

I could hear Dad outside my bunk. I've been avoiding him ever since the whole Fay thing. It's not that I don't want to tell him, it's just that I'll get a long tiring talk from him. I'd really rather not face that. "Effy?" Dad asked. I pulled the covers over my head and pretended to be asleep, despite the fact it was three in the afternoon. I heard my curtain being drawn back. "Effy, you're not sleeping," Dad said.
"I am," I replied.
"We need to talk,"
"We don't," I countered.
"If you think we don't need to talk you won't be interested in what I brought you," he said easily and I heard him walk away. I sat up and watched him take a seat in the front lounge. I jumped down from my bunk and went to Dad. I sat next to him and tucked my legs up to my chest.
"What did you buy me?" I asked excitedly.
"Who's Fay?"
"Oh," I muttered. "Just a friend," I shrugged.
"A friend that plays guitar?"
"Maybe," I shrugged.
"Effy, I told you you can't force people to move,"
"I'm not!" I defended. "He wants to move. And he's really good,"
"Why did Tony tell me we have to pick him up on our way back?"
"Because I might have told him I'd pick him up. I mean, how else will he get to SD?"
"You don't know him," Dad sighed.
"Did you know Tony when you started the band?"
"Kind of," he said evasively.
"Please?" I tried.
"What do you need to do?" Dad sighed.
"I need a bass player and a drummer and a guitarist,"
"What about Matt?"
"Don't talk about him," I grumbled.
"What happened with you?" he asked carefully.
"We had an argument," I said evasively.
"About what?" I didn't reply to him, just bit down on my lip. "You can tell me anything, Ef',"
"He's just angry," I was deliberating whether to tell him or not.
"Why though?"
"He thought we would go out, like be boyfriend and girlfriend,"
"Didn't you want you?"
"No," I shook my head. "I did,"
"Then what's the problem?" Dad asked. "Besides the fact that you're not allowed a boyfriend," he quickly added.
"He thought I liked his friend,"
"And do you?"
"No," I replied. "It's just a big misunderstanding," I explained.
"Have you tried talking to him?"
"Not recently. . ." I trailed away.
"Maybe you should, and if he doesn't want to talk then it's his loss. You're way too good for him,"
"Thanks Dad," I smiled. I wrapped my arms around him and he squeezed me.
"Do you really want to do this? You want the band to work?" he suddenly asked.
"Of course I do," I rolled my eyes.
"You know, I could give you a hand. Just a little help," he offered.
"No!" I exclaimed. "I don't need any help. I can do it all on my own,"
"But you're not. You're on tour with us to set up your band,"
"But I can do everything on my own! I'm not being known as The Pierce The Veil Project,"
"The Pierce The Veil Project," he echoed.
"Shh," I warned.
"I just want to help you,"
"I don't need it," I frowned.
"Okay," he frowned. "But I'm always here to help you,"
"I know," I said.
We heard a knock at the bus door and I stood up. I went to answer it and saw Adam, the drummer of Dad's support band. I smiled widely at him and fluttered my eyelashes in what I hoped was lustful way. I don't actually fancy Adam, I just like winding him up.
"Hey," I said easily.
"Oh um hi Effy," he smiled sheepishly.
"Were you looking for me again?" I asked.
"Um Vic!" Adam awkwardly called.
"What's up?" Dad asked, walking over.
"You've hooked up with girls, right?" Adam anxiously asked. I snorted in laughter and Dad glared at me.
"Well, you know . . ." he trailed away. All of the support band were young. I think Adam was only just eighteen. "Why?" Dad asked.
"Luke hooked up last night and now this girl won't leave. She's saying how she didn't get what she wanted and how Luke cheated her," Adam explained. "We don't know what to do,"
"Let me come and talk to her," Vic sighed. They walked out and I followed. "You can stay at the bus," Dad said firmly.
"Yeah, right. Some girl gets with Luke and now is refusing to leave. This is girl power. I wouldn't miss it," I said smoothly. We walked to their bus and went inside. They were all gathered in the front lounge. "Hey," I waved.
"Thanks Vic," Luke sighed in relief.
"Where is she?" I asked excitedly.
"In the back lounge," Luke explained.
"I'll be back," Dad told us. He walked through he bus and I sat down on the couch.
"Didn't give her what she wanted? Aye Luke," I mocked and giggled.
"Shut up, Effy," he rolled his eyes.
"If we're moaning a lot it's never a good sign. The female species is very good at faking it, but we tend to over exaggerate,"
"Are you talking about the moans or our cock size?" Vin, the bassist asked playfully.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I grinned. I looked over and saw Dad walking back.
"I think we should call security," he grumbled.
"Why?" I asked.
"She's not moving,"
"Let me talk to her," I rushed.
"What?" he frowned.
"Yeah, I'll get her to move," I smiled reassuringly.
"Be careful," Dad warned. I nodded and walked through the bus. I went into the back lounge and smiled. I saw a dark haired girl, a few years older than me. She was tattooed and was reclining back on the couch.
"I said fuck o-" she started but then stopped. "Oh, who're you?"
"Effy," I explained and joined her on the couch. "Hope you don't mind," I yawned before I pulled out a smoke. I offered her one and she took it. I lit them and inhaled deeply before I blew out and spoke. "You must have a name?"
"Yeah, I'm V,"
"Just V?" I asked.
"Just V," she confirmed.
"I like the tattoos,"
"Thanks,"
"So, what bullshit story did he tell you to get himself laid?" I asked casually.
"He didn't," she frowned.
"He didn't tell you a story or he didn't get laid?"
"Both," he replied.
"Tell me more,"
"He came into the club where I work. Started sweet talking me. I didn't give a damn, I mean he's not my type. I don't usually go for arrogant prick. But he dropped in that he's a drummer and has these bad ass sticks that he could give me. I, of course said yes. So we came back and he tried touching me. I only wanted the sticks. He didn't even plan to give them me," V explained.
"So what did you do?"
"I locked myself in here and I'm not leaving until I get some drumsticks,"
"You play?" I asked excitedly.
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Are you good?" I asked.
"I guess so," she shrugged. "I've been playing since I was six,"
"Because, you know I'm looking for a drummer for my band,"
"You don't look like you're from around here," she commented.
"England born and bred. But I'm living in San Diego. What would you say if I heard you play and asked you to move up there and be in my band?"
"I'd say how the hell would I pay rent in San Diego?" she laughed.
"And I'd say you'd stay with me until we got good enough and started earning some fucking money,"
"How would I get there?" she narrowed her eyes.
"I'd pick you up on my way home,"
"You're Effy Fuentes,"
"I am," I nodded.
"You're voice is up there. I've seen a video of you,"
"I aim to please," I smiled widely.
"Who do you have so far?"
"Me and Fay, my Rhythm guitarist and back up vocalist,"
"How would you listen to me?"
"Come with me," I said easily. I got up and grabbed a pair of drumsticks from the cabinet. We walked out and all of the guys suddenly stood up.
"You okay?" Dad asked quickly.
"Yeah," I nodded. V and I are going to hang out,"
"Okay?" he frowned.
"One thing," I stopped. I went up to Luke and glared at him. Then my hand smacked off of his cheek, the sound echoing throughout the bus. "You complete prick!" I exclaimed.
"Done?" V asked.
"Oh yeah," I grinned and followed her out.

Notes

Hey! Finally a chapter! Ugh I'm sorry, don't even ask. Seriously guys, it's been shit. But what did you think? She's recruited another one. Do you like V? What do you think will happen? Who wants Matt back? You should go check out my new story Runaway. Let me know what you think :)