One Shots

Bells's POV

"Holy crap, I still can't believe we saw Chevelle live!" Maeve screeches. Maeve was my best friend of 4 years, and we were walking out of the venue where we just saw our favorite band, Chevelle, play.
"Me neither," I reply. "I'm totally shot, though."
"Same," she sighs. "Well, here's my ride. Bye, Bells!" I wave goodbye. She gets in her brother's car and drives off. I stuff my hands in my pockets and walk down the dark street. Suddenly, large hands are gripping my waist and covering my mouth, dragging me into an alleyway. Pure terror rushed through me. No... no. I refuse to be tortured like this. I screamed as tears sliced down my face,II was kicking my attacker with no result. His hot breath was in my ear, making me feel dirty and low. This was insane. Why was this happening? Just as I heard the flick of his zipper, making me flinch, I heard a brutal crack, and a scream. My attacker was laying on the ground unconscious.
"Stupid prick," mumbled my savior. I looked up, and couldn't believe my eyes. Jaime Preciado. Sexiest man alive. Of Pierce the Veil. One of my favorite bands. He reached out his hand. I took it, savoring its warmth.
"I'm Bells," I choked.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl. I'm Jaime," he said with a friendly smile.
"I know," I whisered, a grin growing on my face.
"Hey, why don't you come back to the bus? I'll help you clean up."
"Okay," I managed to say. We began walking back to the bus. He pulled out his phone quickly, typed something, and put his phone back in his pocket. I gave him a questioning look.
"Just letting the guys know." I nodded. I tried to discreetly move my hand towards his, and to my surprise he just grabbed it and swung my arm up like in those cheesy movies. I giggled. He was so cute. My happiness dropped when I realized he'd probably never give me another thought after tonight. I felt like crying. Jaime must've noticed, and he pulled me in for a tight hug. He was so warm, and he smelled so good.
"We're here," he said, and opened the bus door for me. I thanked him and stepped inside. The bus was pretty narrow, but long, and surprisingly clean.
"We, uh, we have a show tomorrow. Today was an extra day, so I figured I would catch one of my favorite bands in action. I bought tickets a while ago. Are you a Chevelle fan, too?" He asked sarcastically, pointing at my shirt.
"Nah," I replied jokingly. "They tooooootally suck." We laughed.
"Yanno, I don't need cleaning up." The thought popped into my head.
"Yeah, but you were so beautiful. I couldn't just let you go." He sat onto the couch, and I sat next to him. He stretched out, forcing me to lay right next to him.
"I could cuddle for hours," I hummed into his chest.
"Can't beat me," he challenged.
"Oh yeah? Watch me." We giggled like five year olds.

And that's how I met the love of my life.

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