This Love Was Out of Control
Talley It Up, Settle The Score
*Vic’s POV*
“Alright, wake up. I’m not gonna tell you again,” Mike scoffed at me, pulling off the covers and chucking them at the floor. I rolled over and fell out of bed. Literally. I got up and rubbed my tired eyes, trying to walk over to the mirror, stumbling on my own feet. My hair was a mess, sticking out in all different directions, and my body limped. I glanced at Mike standing in the door way. He was giving me the evil eye, cocking his head to the side and raising a brow.
“Why am I...up again?” I yawned half way through, stretching my body to the ceiling.
“Because you asked me to wake you up so you can have a fresh looking face,” he smiled. He stepped one foot out the room.
I rubbed circles around my eyes again and walked out the room with Mike following me down the stairs. I smelled bacon, eggs, and hash brown. The citrus fumed the room as well. Just the way I like it.
“I made breakfast. I thought you might be hungry?” He pulled out a chair for me and pushed it in as I sat down, just like a gentlemen would do at a restaurant for a young lady. “Here’s your Jugo de Naranja. Drink it.”
“You cook?” I asked surprisingly, forking a mouthful of eggs, sticking a small piece of bacon to the back of my throat and chomping it with my teeth. "And you freshly squeezed oranges in a glass just for me?"
“Indeed.”
“I feerwl special as fuck, but since whenrn?” I asked with a mouth full of food, trying to talk proper English.
“Since now. Shut up and eat your bacon...or I‘ll eat it.” He walked to the sink and started scrubbing away at the dishes from yesterday.
I wiped away the crumbs and grease on my lips. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden? What happened?” We had a band audition yesterday, but that’s about it. We didn’t do shit but play in front of an audience. Maybe something happened this morning?
“Since you’re finally asking,” he smiled, jumping for joy before popping a squat next to me. “Frenchi called me before I went to sleep last night. She finally came to her senses and forgave me.”
I was stunned to know she forgave him after all this time. Mike threw his bottle, broke it and made Jaime and I pick his shit up that day. He was crushed and crying and bitching the whole time. She's not good news to me. “Dumb bitch.”
“Don’t call her that! We’re getting back together later today. We’re meeting up at Starbuck’s to have some coffee and start over with our relationship,” he lightly smiled, forming his own little visual in his mind.
“You mean relationshit? You know your ass is paying for that five dollar coffee right?” I added to the insult. “And she’s a dumb bitch for not realizing that it was a mistake that night at the party. You were drunk and didn’t mean to do it. It really took her that long to forgive you? Yeah, dumb bitch I would say.”
“Enough of that, Vic. I’m serious. No more name calling on her. She forgave me and I still love her, you know that. I'm sure I'll be careful next time I go to a party.” Oh, now he's cautious? But I still think she’s a dumb bitch. I know Mike can do better, but if he loves her and she loves him, then so be it.
“Whatever. I’ll be heading over to the massage parlor where Jaime works. Imma get myself a massage and it’s gonna feel amazing as shit.” I threw back my head just thinking about how Jaime’s skillful hands will be all over me, rubbing my backside down, switching positions and different techniques.
“Seeing your boyfriend later?” Mike winked, finishing off the last bit of dishes he missed when I asked what happened, and why he was so damn happy this morning.
“Mhm. It’s gonna be wonderful. I want him to touch me all over,” I gestured, sliding my hands down my chest in slow motion, obviously pretending to feel a sensation.
“Ewww, Vic. TMI.” He turned away.
~~~
I walked into the massage parlor and noticed that it was very quiet and sensual inside. I didn’t see anyone working today. That’s weird. The sign says open and it was flashing, but I don’t see or hear anyone. Does it have to be this quiet?
“Vic! How are you?” Caesar popped her head through the back door, walking over to me with a gentle smirk on her face.
“I’m great,” I smiled, eyeing the artwork on the walls and turning my attention back to her.
“Here to have a massage or see Jaime?”
I love how she already knows me so well. It’s like she can read my mind or something. It’s not like I saidOh yeah! I’m longing for Jaime to rub me down and squeeze my butt cheeks while massaging the inside of my inner ass. “Um, both?”
“Do you have an appointment right now?”
Are you fucking kidding me? No. “I didn’t know I needed one. I‘m sorry, I can come back at a different time," I said, flashing her an apologetic smile.
“Nonsense! I can fit you into the schedule. Will you please sign in?” She handed me a clipboard and pen to write down my information. I handed it back to her in seconds and she directed me in the back. “What kind of massage will you be looking for today?”
“Mainly my back, but I can totally go for a full body massage.” I rubbed my stomach from the breakfast I had. I was super bloated and needed some air out of me. I glared at the paintings that surrounded the walls. A naked portrait of a lady with thick black hair and bright green eyes, who had a small piece of cloth shielding her vagina. I feel like she's thinking it's ok to show her boobs to the world. She was laying down on foam fabric with the light of the sun peering in her eyes. There was agony and frustration in them, but she seemed to be calm about it. How I wish to lay like that in front of Jaime in my bed...except without the cloth covering me and the mysterious eyes. I don't think I'll be needing that with what we're gonna do. I laughed at the image I placed in my head and snapped my thoughts back to reality.
“Ok, do you care who does your massage or will you be wanting a special “someone” to do the job?” she winked, placing a blue towel on my shoulder.
“What do you think?” I doubled winked back, smirking at her.
“I’ll be right back,” she smiled. “While you wait, strip off all your clothing and put the towel over your tanned ass,” she laughed aloud, probably a little too loud while exiting the room.
I laughed at her comment and started to undress from my shoulders down. I rolled up my shirt and tossed it to the ground. I took off my Vans and placed them properly beside the bed. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid it down my legs, scratching myself with my lanyard. I don’t wear underwear too often so I think I’m good. I hopped onto the table bed, (whatever it‘s called…bed...that's what I'm calling it) turning on my stomach, and quickly covered my ass with the towel. I heard a familiar voice step beside me.
“Alright, Mr. Fuentes. Are you ready to begin your full body massage and fall into a sensual trance?”
“Really, Jaime? Really? Mr. Fuentes and sensual trance? You’re fucking weird,” I said, placing my head back on the pillow rest.
“What? I’m just messing with you. Damn nigga, you mad?”
“I’ll be mad until you work my body,” I said barely above a whisper.
“Where does it hurt?” I heard a cap flip open and something creamy squirt into his hand. He smashed it together to moisten his fingers.
“My whole back area,” I pointed out. “But lower back mostly.”
“Now just relax, Mr. Fuentes. I’ll make all your pain go away.”
“Ok, fuck face! Rub me, Preciado!”
“Keep that attitude up and you’ll really feel the pain,” I heard him grin through his teeth. He started from the my lower back region and pressed his hands firmly against the pain. I let out a squeal and clenched my eyes shut.
“Oh god, owww. That hurts,” I winced, flipping my eyes open.
“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Is this where it hurts?” he said, lightly digging his finger into my lower back.
“Oh shit, right there. Ouch, that hurts so bad!”
“What did you do to make your back hurt like this?” he questioned, squeezing more pressure on my back and rubbing it suggestively.
“Before we went to the auditions, ow, Mike and I were, ow, working in the yard for a couple of hours and, owww, I think I bent down too far or something, ow!”
“Will you stop with the ‘ows?!’ You’re making me nervous! I’m trying as best as I can to help you relieve the pain.” He applied a light pressure to my lower back and worked his way up, easing the pain a little. “How does that feel? Better?”
“Mmmm, amazing. Don’t stop,” I begged, loving the feeling of his warm hands sliding up and down my pained backside.
I heard him laugh when I said ‘don’t stop.’ He tightened his grip on my shoulders and slithered his hands down to my lower back again, applying a deep pressure right on the side and it tickling me a little. I jerked my body to the right.
“Someone’s ticklish,” he said in a strange tone, getting the idea that it might be useful for later.
“I’m not ticklish, I just have a little bit of a problem with you rubbing me right there.”
“Sorry. My bad,” he laughed again. I felt him move his hands lower to my ass, cupping my cheeks and smashing them together. “How’s that for an ass massage?”
“Quite good,” I smirked, still with my eyes closed. He continued to go up and down on my ass, his hands softly rubbing and circling the tightness around my butt. It was time to switch it up.
He took a deep breath and exhaled. “Ok, I need you to flip over for me.” I turned on my back. He moved the towel on my private area and smiled at me. “It’s nice to see your face, not that your ass wasn’t pleasant to look at. It‘s tanner than my face so…” He rubbed more baby oil on his hands and touched my ribs, starting from the top and working his head way down again. He reached the towel and lightly dug his hands under it, caressing my upper thighs with his fingers.
I gave him a seductive stare and bit my lip. “That feels so good. You can go farther if you want.”
“In that case, you don’t mind if I remove this, do you?” he winked at me, referring to the towel. I gave him a thumbs up and he took it off me. He squeezed more oil in his hands, rubbing all around my pelvis. He gave me a quick stare to let me know what he was about to do. I smiled assuringly to let him know it was ok to continue. He wrapped his fingers around my length and pumped at a dangerously slow speed.
I moaned at his action, wanting to clasp him through his pants, only to realize that we couldn’t have sex onthis bed. Besides, what am I thinking? This is just a massage, and there were probably people sitting out there.
“Soooo,” I began, “Do I get a happy ending?”
He nudged me on the head with his elbow. “Of course you do…not here though. Maybe later perhaps back at my place?”
I nodded in agreement, knowing that we would definitely do the nasty in his bed. Tony got that word stuck in my head. Just the feeling of it makes me happy as hell. Speaking of feeling, I heard my phone vibrating on the ground under me. I picked it up and realized it was Mike. I slid the green button to the right.
“What, bro? You know I’m getting a massage right now. Can’t this wait until-”
“SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME! YOU NEED TO COME HOME RIGHT NOW. OH MY GOD! THIS CAN’T WAIT! JUST GET HOME! BRING JAIME AND TONY WITH YOU! YOU HAVE TO, JUST GET HERE!!!” And with that, he slammed down on the end button and left me speechless.
I stared at my phone for a second until Jaime questioned me. “What’s wrong with Mike? I heard him yelling. Is everything ok?”
“I don’t know. I’m scared now. He wants you and Tony to come over our place…right now.”
~~~
“Alright, what is it? You made Jaime and Tony both leave their jobs for this and I didn’t finish my massage. This better be good.” I was pissed off because I just left a massage that could’ve resulted in a happy ending, I had to bring Jaime with me so he had to leave his job, and Tony has an irrational looking expression on his face as of right now. He made me call him and ask him to come here as well. I’m pretty sure the people at Key Street Co are mad about Tony leaving unexpectedly and without explanation.
Mike was crying. Really crying. But, he was smiling when he handed me a letter. “Look what came in. Read it out loud for Tony and Jaime to hear.” Jaime and Tony stood next to Mike and waited for me to read the letter. I stared at the first word. I almost wanted to tear up.
‘CONGRATULATIONS! Complementation on your achievement! Pierce the Veil was qualified and will be heading into the Final Five in two weeks. We’re happy our constructive criticism made you all work harder to achieve your goal. I noticed a couple of familiar faces. You will have two weeks from today to produce a new song. You may have an option to add an additional person to your song. They don’t have to be part of the auditions, just make sure they come in with you. If Pierce the Veil wins the Final Five, you get a recording contract and will be assigned to Hopeless Records, Rise Records, Fearless Records, Velocity Records, or Epitaph Records, along with $100,000 going toward the band. Good luck! Any questions about the Final Five? Dial 1-800-665-6645. Thank you for the audition! Hope you make first place!’
Can I cry? Yeah, I’m gonna cry. I dropped the letter, along with my body and veiled my face, crying into my hands. “I...I…I can’t believe we made it. We’re so close. I can’t even think!”
Jaime pulled me off my knees and hugged me tightly. “We did it, babe! We’re part of the Final Five!” He stared at Mike and Tony and made them come in between our hug.
~~~
*Austin’s POV*
“Austin…AUSTIN! Look at this! OH MY GOD! We didn’t even practice and just…just fucking read it!” Alan screeched at me, handing me a letter we got in the mail.
I read it mentally and was stunned to read the news.
‘CONGRATULATIONS! Complementation on your achievement! Of Mice and Men was qualified and will be heading into the Final Five in two weeks. Although we could tell your facial expressions weren‘t as pleasant, the audience went crazy over you. We’re assuming it’s because of the song you have chosen. You will have two weeks from today to produce a new song. You may have an option to add an additional person to your song. They don’t have to be part of the auditions, just make sure they come in with you. If Of Mice and Men wins the Final Five, you get a recording contract and will be assigned to Hopeless Records, Rise Records, Fearless Records, Velocity Records, or Epitaph Records, along with $100,000 going toward the band. Good luck! Any questions about the Final Five? Dial 1-800-665-6645. Thank you for the audition! Hope you make first place!’
“Woah…” was all I could manage to say.
“I fucking know right! That’s the shit right there! We didn’t even want to audition and Tino did it for us. We better thank him and warn Phil about it as well,” Alan explained, already dialing his number.
I searched for my phone and swam through my contacts, landing on Vic’s name. I wonder if he made it…
“Hello? Yeah, hello?” a man said on the other line.
“Vic, did you get a letter in the mail yet about the auditions from yesterday? If so, what did you get?!”
“WE FUCKING PASSED!” he cheered.
“No freaking way! We’re in the Final Five too!”
“What? You serious? I thought you guys said you didn’t practice or anything.”
“We didn’t, which is so weird! We’re stuck doing it now, but I can’t believe we passed. They said that we have to work on our facial expressions. They weren’t pleasant or something,” I explained.
“That’s alright. Well good luck in that case! I got to go do shit now. See ya,” he said.
“Bye!” I hung up and threw my phone on the couch, eyeing Alan from a distance, standing outside by the pool just walking circles around it.
*Kellin’s POV*
“Oh my god…KELLIN! KELLIN GET DOWN HERE!” Gabe screamed from downstairs. I was just coming out of the bathroom from taking a dump. I needed my ass to relax, literally, no joke. It was a big shit. TMI? Yeah, I’m sorry.
“What is it?” I asked him, itching my right butt cheek.
“See for yourself,” he said sticking the paper in my hand. I read it aloud.
‘CONGRATULATIONS! Complementation on your achievement! Sleeping with Sirens was qualified and will be heading into the Final Five in two weeks. Very touching song you all performed and we have audience memebers come up to us and tell us that they can relate to you. You will have two weeks from today to produce a new song. You may have an option to add an additional person to your song. They don’t have to be part of the auditions, just make sure they come in with you. If Sleeping with Sirens wins the Final Five, you get a recording contract and will be assigned to Hopeless Records, Rise Records, Fearless Records, Velocity Records, or Epitaph Records, along with $100,000 going toward the band. Good luck! Any questions about the Final Five? Dial 1-800-665-6645. Thank you for the audition! Hope you make first place!’
“OH MY FUCKING GOD! WE DID IT! WE’RE PART OF THE FINAL FIVE!” I cheered and jumped around. I couldn’t sit still and I had to call Vic and let him know everything. I dialed his number but he wasn’t answering. It went right to voicemail. Either he was on the phone with someone else or his phone was turned off. I doubt his phone was turned off because it never is. I tried again and finally a voice sprung through the speaker.
“Hello?” he voiced.
Success! “Vic, guess what?!”
“What?”
“Guess who made the Final Five?!”
“You’re in the Final Five?” he asked in a surprising way, not even the slightest bit excited for me.
“YES! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I’M SO EXCITED! Did you guys pass?”
*Vic’s POV*
My jaw dropped. If Kellin’s in the Final Five with us, then we actually have a band to compete with, in terms of singing. I wasn’t too worried with Austin’s band because it doesn’t compare to ours; his is just screaming. But Sleeping with Sirens? The way Kellin’s voice is? I don’t think I stand a chance up against his angelic vocals.
My thoughts snapped back into reality when I realized Kellin was still on the other line trying to get my attention. “Vic? You still there?”
“Oh, uh, yeah yeah, I’m still here,” shaking my head with disbelief now.
“So did your band make it or what?” he asked again, his voice still a little jumpy.
“As a matter of fact, yes, we did make it and we’re all so damn proud of ourselves.” Confidence is the key. Never make it seem like you feel low on yourself. But we did make it so it wasn’t a lie. “Did your letter say something about having another person join you in a song?”
“Yeah, it did. We’re gonna start practicing a song soon with MGK. He’s so cool!”
Woah…Machine Gun Kelly? That guy is like so damn cool. How they hell is he gonna get ahold of him? “One thing: How you gonna get contact with him if he’s way famous?”
“I’ll think of something. So since we only have two weeks to produce this song, I’m gonna get right on it. See you at school, Vic!”
“See you, Kels.” I hung up and threw my phone on the couch, now practically begging myself not to flip out. Of course Sleeping with Sirens would pass. It’s all because of Kellin’s voice. I would be lying if I said his voice was atrocious. His vocals are just too…too…perfect. I can’t compare my shit to that.
On top of being in the Final Five, we have a game coming up next week with Kings Beach. We made it to the finals with that too and if our school doesn’t win, oh my god, then we would fail for everything we worked for. I’m waiting desperately to terminate their fucking streak! I can’t wait any longer.
~~~
*1 week later*
Time to take out Kings Beach. Everyone piled in on the sidelines and risers of our school, waiting for something to go down. Coach Fraser was explaining the rules, since, of course, it was Home against them. It’s finally time to put Kings Beach in their place and end that dumbass streak of theirs. They don't deserve it. We've working too damn hard to let this go.
Coach Fraser blew the whistle and off I went, dribbling the ball and kicking it dead on in Mike’s direction. He got the ball and bounced it on his knee, kicking it up to his chest, and tossing it over to Jaime. He maneuvered his way past three guys and kicked the ball to the left side of the net, making all of us jump to our feet.
That’s right, King Bitches. Home 1...Bitches 0.
~~~
We had one minute remaining. I was dripping with sweat and super dirty from falling twice on the grass, sliding to get my first goal in the net, with help from one of my teammates. The clock ticked with 30 seconds left. Anticipation was crowding my head, the audience on the risers were screaming with excitement, butterflies sprouted throughtout my stomach. It’s like time easily slowed down and everything was in slow motion. 20 seconds on the clock. The ball was coming right towards me. I was all the way down on the other end of the field, not defending our goalie, but trying to remain by the other goal; just in case one of my teammates dribbles the ball down here, they would shoot it to me and I would run to get it smack dab in the middle. 10 seconds. I was so worried about the timing that I didn’t realize Jaime was screaming my name; the ball was heading my way and I had an offense player in front of me.
I quickly flew myself in front of him, rotating my body in the direction of the goal. 5 seconds. Everything was slowing down. I could feel by heart beat through my ears. 3 seconds. I was closer to the goal. 2 seconds. A wild Kings Bitch kicks me in the leg with one second left on the clock. Wait what?
I tumbled to the ground, grabbing onto my leg and clenching my eyes shut tightly. I wanted to cry from the pain in my leg. It was like someone shooting spikes at me. I'm already girly enough, I don't need to cry, considering my long hair and skinny body. I quickly blinked away the tears and concentrated on the pain in my leg, hoping I would be physically able to get back up and play.
“FOUL! PENALTY SHOT GOES TO MOUNTAIN VIEW!” Coach Fraser urged, swooping beside me to check if I was ok. Jaime clung to my side and rubbed my back.
“Oh my god, are you alright? Are you hurt?! He’s an asshole, I swear!” He wrapped his fingers around my arms and uprooted my body, mounting me on my feet again.
“Thanks, love,” I said kissing his cheek. He booped my nose, sending my heart fluttering every time he does that.
“*cough* Homesexual *cough*,” some guy said on the other team, laughing and nudging his friends. He was one of those cool, cocky prick bastards, I could tell just by eyeing him.
That shit is not funny. He’s making me do this. I wasn’t gonna gloat, but now I am. It was his blunder that he kicked me in the leg, and now, he’s gonna pay. “You know what, big boy? You and your friends are all bitches. You think you’re slick, trying to kick me in the leg. Well guess what, I get a penalty shot from that. What do you get? I’m gonna make this shot and rub it in your ugly face. Calling me a homosexual and all? What the hell is that gonna give you? Confidence? I don’t think so. You see, I’m not ashamed at all to be gay and kiss my gorgeous boyfriend in public. But if I tell everyone on your team that you sucked your friend’s little dick, how is that gonna make you feel? Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you too.” I pointed at the guy and his friends that laughed at me. Jaime had the biggest smirk on his face, pointing and laughing uncontrollably at them. His joy made me laugh about it. “Now lets get on with fucking game!”
“Fuentes, on the bench, right now!” Fraser said, pointing to the secluded area by the risers.
“Wh-What?! But I have to kick a penalty shot! You can’t put me on the bench right now. They called me a homosexual and I wanted my revenge! I need to win this game!”
He walked up to me, patting me on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, but who said you were the best on the team?”
“I’m the co-captain! You said so yourself,” I said as-a-matter-of-factly, placing my hands on my hips.
“And I’m the Coach. Now I’m saying for you to sit on the bench,” he pointed again.
I wasn't gonna win this battle. I slouched my way over to the bench, hanging my head down and staring at my dirty cleets, which to my surprise, were untied and tangled. I popped a squat on the bench and bent down to tie my cleets.
“Preciado! Your penalty shot, kid! Good luck!” Fraser yelled.
WHAT? Jaime gets MY penalty shot? I wanted to rub it in the King Bitches faces that I made the shot. I guess it’s ok. I know Jaime can do this. He’s the one who made the first goal so why not? I don’t need to underestimate him. He’s wonderful. I'm actually proud about standing up for myself and for Jaime, to people who don't care about their sexuality and what others think of them.
He stood a good amount away from the goal. My heart was beating too fast. I don’t know if I can watch this. He swiveled his body, aiming right in the middle of the net, thinking the goalie will run to the right. My heart was beating way faster now, as before, everything was moving in slow motion to me. He kicks the ball. We fucking score!
“GOAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! MOUNTAIN VIEW ARE THE CHAMPIONS!”
Jaime fell to his knees with shock on his face. I jumped up and screamed at the top of my lungs, with the audience joining in. Everyone jumped and hollered all throughout the stadium in the backyard of Mountain View High. I ran over to Jaime as well as our teammates did. We picked him up and held him above our heads, screaming and chanting his name.
“JAIME, JAIME, JAIME, JAIME!” The rant continued to sprout throughout the risers as well, screaming and turning to one another to give tight hugs. I saw Caesar and Kellin, Austin and Alan, and Jack and Alex all clapping with excitement at us. Everyone continued to hold Jaime, but I ran over to Kellin and Caesar, who were already making there way over to me.
“We did it guys! We fucking did it!” I bellowed at Kellin mostly. I hugged him tightly. I pulled away thinking…now, I only have one more battle to tackle. Battle of the Bands and winning first place, taking home that sweet sound of cash in my hands along with the band by my side. These guys mean everything to me and I'm so thankful Tony and Jaime chose to be apart of Pierce the Veil.
To the stage we go!
“Alright, wake up. I’m not gonna tell you again,” Mike scoffed at me, pulling off the covers and chucking them at the floor. I rolled over and fell out of bed. Literally. I got up and rubbed my tired eyes, trying to walk over to the mirror, stumbling on my own feet. My hair was a mess, sticking out in all different directions, and my body limped. I glanced at Mike standing in the door way. He was giving me the evil eye, cocking his head to the side and raising a brow.
“Why am I...up again?” I yawned half way through, stretching my body to the ceiling.
“Because you asked me to wake you up so you can have a fresh looking face,” he smiled. He stepped one foot out the room.
I rubbed circles around my eyes again and walked out the room with Mike following me down the stairs. I smelled bacon, eggs, and hash brown. The citrus fumed the room as well. Just the way I like it.
“I made breakfast. I thought you might be hungry?” He pulled out a chair for me and pushed it in as I sat down, just like a gentlemen would do at a restaurant for a young lady. “Here’s your Jugo de Naranja. Drink it.”
“You cook?” I asked surprisingly, forking a mouthful of eggs, sticking a small piece of bacon to the back of my throat and chomping it with my teeth. "And you freshly squeezed oranges in a glass just for me?"
“Indeed.”
“I feerwl special as fuck, but since whenrn?” I asked with a mouth full of food, trying to talk proper English.
“Since now. Shut up and eat your bacon...or I‘ll eat it.” He walked to the sink and started scrubbing away at the dishes from yesterday.
I wiped away the crumbs and grease on my lips. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden? What happened?” We had a band audition yesterday, but that’s about it. We didn’t do shit but play in front of an audience. Maybe something happened this morning?
“Since you’re finally asking,” he smiled, jumping for joy before popping a squat next to me. “Frenchi called me before I went to sleep last night. She finally came to her senses and forgave me.”
I was stunned to know she forgave him after all this time. Mike threw his bottle, broke it and made Jaime and I pick his shit up that day. He was crushed and crying and bitching the whole time. She's not good news to me. “Dumb bitch.”
“Don’t call her that! We’re getting back together later today. We’re meeting up at Starbuck’s to have some coffee and start over with our relationship,” he lightly smiled, forming his own little visual in his mind.
“You mean relationshit? You know your ass is paying for that five dollar coffee right?” I added to the insult. “And she’s a dumb bitch for not realizing that it was a mistake that night at the party. You were drunk and didn’t mean to do it. It really took her that long to forgive you? Yeah, dumb bitch I would say.”
“Enough of that, Vic. I’m serious. No more name calling on her. She forgave me and I still love her, you know that. I'm sure I'll be careful next time I go to a party.” Oh, now he's cautious? But I still think she’s a dumb bitch. I know Mike can do better, but if he loves her and she loves him, then so be it.
“Whatever. I’ll be heading over to the massage parlor where Jaime works. Imma get myself a massage and it’s gonna feel amazing as shit.” I threw back my head just thinking about how Jaime’s skillful hands will be all over me, rubbing my backside down, switching positions and different techniques.
“Seeing your boyfriend later?” Mike winked, finishing off the last bit of dishes he missed when I asked what happened, and why he was so damn happy this morning.
“Mhm. It’s gonna be wonderful. I want him to touch me all over,” I gestured, sliding my hands down my chest in slow motion, obviously pretending to feel a sensation.
“Ewww, Vic. TMI.” He turned away.
~~~
I walked into the massage parlor and noticed that it was very quiet and sensual inside. I didn’t see anyone working today. That’s weird. The sign says open and it was flashing, but I don’t see or hear anyone. Does it have to be this quiet?
“Vic! How are you?” Caesar popped her head through the back door, walking over to me with a gentle smirk on her face.
“I’m great,” I smiled, eyeing the artwork on the walls and turning my attention back to her.
“Here to have a massage or see Jaime?”
I love how she already knows me so well. It’s like she can read my mind or something. It’s not like I saidOh yeah! I’m longing for Jaime to rub me down and squeeze my butt cheeks while massaging the inside of my inner ass. “Um, both?”
“Do you have an appointment right now?”
Are you fucking kidding me? No. “I didn’t know I needed one. I‘m sorry, I can come back at a different time," I said, flashing her an apologetic smile.
“Nonsense! I can fit you into the schedule. Will you please sign in?” She handed me a clipboard and pen to write down my information. I handed it back to her in seconds and she directed me in the back. “What kind of massage will you be looking for today?”
“Mainly my back, but I can totally go for a full body massage.” I rubbed my stomach from the breakfast I had. I was super bloated and needed some air out of me. I glared at the paintings that surrounded the walls. A naked portrait of a lady with thick black hair and bright green eyes, who had a small piece of cloth shielding her vagina. I feel like she's thinking it's ok to show her boobs to the world. She was laying down on foam fabric with the light of the sun peering in her eyes. There was agony and frustration in them, but she seemed to be calm about it. How I wish to lay like that in front of Jaime in my bed...except without the cloth covering me and the mysterious eyes. I don't think I'll be needing that with what we're gonna do. I laughed at the image I placed in my head and snapped my thoughts back to reality.
“Ok, do you care who does your massage or will you be wanting a special “someone” to do the job?” she winked, placing a blue towel on my shoulder.
“What do you think?” I doubled winked back, smirking at her.
“I’ll be right back,” she smiled. “While you wait, strip off all your clothing and put the towel over your tanned ass,” she laughed aloud, probably a little too loud while exiting the room.
I laughed at her comment and started to undress from my shoulders down. I rolled up my shirt and tossed it to the ground. I took off my Vans and placed them properly beside the bed. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid it down my legs, scratching myself with my lanyard. I don’t wear underwear too often so I think I’m good. I hopped onto the table bed, (whatever it‘s called…bed...that's what I'm calling it) turning on my stomach, and quickly covered my ass with the towel. I heard a familiar voice step beside me.
“Alright, Mr. Fuentes. Are you ready to begin your full body massage and fall into a sensual trance?”
“Really, Jaime? Really? Mr. Fuentes and sensual trance? You’re fucking weird,” I said, placing my head back on the pillow rest.
“What? I’m just messing with you. Damn nigga, you mad?”
“I’ll be mad until you work my body,” I said barely above a whisper.
“Where does it hurt?” I heard a cap flip open and something creamy squirt into his hand. He smashed it together to moisten his fingers.
“My whole back area,” I pointed out. “But lower back mostly.”
“Now just relax, Mr. Fuentes. I’ll make all your pain go away.”
“Ok, fuck face! Rub me, Preciado!”
“Keep that attitude up and you’ll really feel the pain,” I heard him grin through his teeth. He started from the my lower back region and pressed his hands firmly against the pain. I let out a squeal and clenched my eyes shut.
“Oh god, owww. That hurts,” I winced, flipping my eyes open.
“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Is this where it hurts?” he said, lightly digging his finger into my lower back.
“Oh shit, right there. Ouch, that hurts so bad!”
“What did you do to make your back hurt like this?” he questioned, squeezing more pressure on my back and rubbing it suggestively.
“Before we went to the auditions, ow, Mike and I were, ow, working in the yard for a couple of hours and, owww, I think I bent down too far or something, ow!”
“Will you stop with the ‘ows?!’ You’re making me nervous! I’m trying as best as I can to help you relieve the pain.” He applied a light pressure to my lower back and worked his way up, easing the pain a little. “How does that feel? Better?”
“Mmmm, amazing. Don’t stop,” I begged, loving the feeling of his warm hands sliding up and down my pained backside.
I heard him laugh when I said ‘don’t stop.’ He tightened his grip on my shoulders and slithered his hands down to my lower back again, applying a deep pressure right on the side and it tickling me a little. I jerked my body to the right.
“Someone’s ticklish,” he said in a strange tone, getting the idea that it might be useful for later.
“I’m not ticklish, I just have a little bit of a problem with you rubbing me right there.”
“Sorry. My bad,” he laughed again. I felt him move his hands lower to my ass, cupping my cheeks and smashing them together. “How’s that for an ass massage?”
“Quite good,” I smirked, still with my eyes closed. He continued to go up and down on my ass, his hands softly rubbing and circling the tightness around my butt. It was time to switch it up.
He took a deep breath and exhaled. “Ok, I need you to flip over for me.” I turned on my back. He moved the towel on my private area and smiled at me. “It’s nice to see your face, not that your ass wasn’t pleasant to look at. It‘s tanner than my face so…” He rubbed more baby oil on his hands and touched my ribs, starting from the top and working his head way down again. He reached the towel and lightly dug his hands under it, caressing my upper thighs with his fingers.
I gave him a seductive stare and bit my lip. “That feels so good. You can go farther if you want.”
“In that case, you don’t mind if I remove this, do you?” he winked at me, referring to the towel. I gave him a thumbs up and he took it off me. He squeezed more oil in his hands, rubbing all around my pelvis. He gave me a quick stare to let me know what he was about to do. I smiled assuringly to let him know it was ok to continue. He wrapped his fingers around my length and pumped at a dangerously slow speed.
I moaned at his action, wanting to clasp him through his pants, only to realize that we couldn’t have sex onthis bed. Besides, what am I thinking? This is just a massage, and there were probably people sitting out there.
“Soooo,” I began, “Do I get a happy ending?”
He nudged me on the head with his elbow. “Of course you do…not here though. Maybe later perhaps back at my place?”
I nodded in agreement, knowing that we would definitely do the nasty in his bed. Tony got that word stuck in my head. Just the feeling of it makes me happy as hell. Speaking of feeling, I heard my phone vibrating on the ground under me. I picked it up and realized it was Mike. I slid the green button to the right.
“What, bro? You know I’m getting a massage right now. Can’t this wait until-”
“SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME! YOU NEED TO COME HOME RIGHT NOW. OH MY GOD! THIS CAN’T WAIT! JUST GET HOME! BRING JAIME AND TONY WITH YOU! YOU HAVE TO, JUST GET HERE!!!” And with that, he slammed down on the end button and left me speechless.
I stared at my phone for a second until Jaime questioned me. “What’s wrong with Mike? I heard him yelling. Is everything ok?”
“I don’t know. I’m scared now. He wants you and Tony to come over our place…right now.”
~~~
“Alright, what is it? You made Jaime and Tony both leave their jobs for this and I didn’t finish my massage. This better be good.” I was pissed off because I just left a massage that could’ve resulted in a happy ending, I had to bring Jaime with me so he had to leave his job, and Tony has an irrational looking expression on his face as of right now. He made me call him and ask him to come here as well. I’m pretty sure the people at Key Street Co are mad about Tony leaving unexpectedly and without explanation.
Mike was crying. Really crying. But, he was smiling when he handed me a letter. “Look what came in. Read it out loud for Tony and Jaime to hear.” Jaime and Tony stood next to Mike and waited for me to read the letter. I stared at the first word. I almost wanted to tear up.
‘CONGRATULATIONS! Complementation on your achievement! Pierce the Veil was qualified and will be heading into the Final Five in two weeks. We’re happy our constructive criticism made you all work harder to achieve your goal. I noticed a couple of familiar faces. You will have two weeks from today to produce a new song. You may have an option to add an additional person to your song. They don’t have to be part of the auditions, just make sure they come in with you. If Pierce the Veil wins the Final Five, you get a recording contract and will be assigned to Hopeless Records, Rise Records, Fearless Records, Velocity Records, or Epitaph Records, along with $100,000 going toward the band. Good luck! Any questions about the Final Five? Dial 1-800-665-6645. Thank you for the audition! Hope you make first place!’
Can I cry? Yeah, I’m gonna cry. I dropped the letter, along with my body and veiled my face, crying into my hands. “I...I…I can’t believe we made it. We’re so close. I can’t even think!”
Jaime pulled me off my knees and hugged me tightly. “We did it, babe! We’re part of the Final Five!” He stared at Mike and Tony and made them come in between our hug.
~~~
*Austin’s POV*
“Austin…AUSTIN! Look at this! OH MY GOD! We didn’t even practice and just…just fucking read it!” Alan screeched at me, handing me a letter we got in the mail.
I read it mentally and was stunned to read the news.
‘CONGRATULATIONS! Complementation on your achievement! Of Mice and Men was qualified and will be heading into the Final Five in two weeks. Although we could tell your facial expressions weren‘t as pleasant, the audience went crazy over you. We’re assuming it’s because of the song you have chosen. You will have two weeks from today to produce a new song. You may have an option to add an additional person to your song. They don’t have to be part of the auditions, just make sure they come in with you. If Of Mice and Men wins the Final Five, you get a recording contract and will be assigned to Hopeless Records, Rise Records, Fearless Records, Velocity Records, or Epitaph Records, along with $100,000 going toward the band. Good luck! Any questions about the Final Five? Dial 1-800-665-6645. Thank you for the audition! Hope you make first place!’
“Woah…” was all I could manage to say.
“I fucking know right! That’s the shit right there! We didn’t even want to audition and Tino did it for us. We better thank him and warn Phil about it as well,” Alan explained, already dialing his number.
I searched for my phone and swam through my contacts, landing on Vic’s name. I wonder if he made it…
“Hello? Yeah, hello?” a man said on the other line.
“Vic, did you get a letter in the mail yet about the auditions from yesterday? If so, what did you get?!”
“WE FUCKING PASSED!” he cheered.
“No freaking way! We’re in the Final Five too!”
“What? You serious? I thought you guys said you didn’t practice or anything.”
“We didn’t, which is so weird! We’re stuck doing it now, but I can’t believe we passed. They said that we have to work on our facial expressions. They weren’t pleasant or something,” I explained.
“That’s alright. Well good luck in that case! I got to go do shit now. See ya,” he said.
“Bye!” I hung up and threw my phone on the couch, eyeing Alan from a distance, standing outside by the pool just walking circles around it.
*Kellin’s POV*
“Oh my god…KELLIN! KELLIN GET DOWN HERE!” Gabe screamed from downstairs. I was just coming out of the bathroom from taking a dump. I needed my ass to relax, literally, no joke. It was a big shit. TMI? Yeah, I’m sorry.
“What is it?” I asked him, itching my right butt cheek.
“See for yourself,” he said sticking the paper in my hand. I read it aloud.
‘CONGRATULATIONS! Complementation on your achievement! Sleeping with Sirens was qualified and will be heading into the Final Five in two weeks. Very touching song you all performed and we have audience memebers come up to us and tell us that they can relate to you. You will have two weeks from today to produce a new song. You may have an option to add an additional person to your song. They don’t have to be part of the auditions, just make sure they come in with you. If Sleeping with Sirens wins the Final Five, you get a recording contract and will be assigned to Hopeless Records, Rise Records, Fearless Records, Velocity Records, or Epitaph Records, along with $100,000 going toward the band. Good luck! Any questions about the Final Five? Dial 1-800-665-6645. Thank you for the audition! Hope you make first place!’
“OH MY FUCKING GOD! WE DID IT! WE’RE PART OF THE FINAL FIVE!” I cheered and jumped around. I couldn’t sit still and I had to call Vic and let him know everything. I dialed his number but he wasn’t answering. It went right to voicemail. Either he was on the phone with someone else or his phone was turned off. I doubt his phone was turned off because it never is. I tried again and finally a voice sprung through the speaker.
“Hello?” he voiced.
Success! “Vic, guess what?!”
“What?”
“Guess who made the Final Five?!”
“You’re in the Final Five?” he asked in a surprising way, not even the slightest bit excited for me.
“YES! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I’M SO EXCITED! Did you guys pass?”
*Vic’s POV*
My jaw dropped. If Kellin’s in the Final Five with us, then we actually have a band to compete with, in terms of singing. I wasn’t too worried with Austin’s band because it doesn’t compare to ours; his is just screaming. But Sleeping with Sirens? The way Kellin’s voice is? I don’t think I stand a chance up against his angelic vocals.
My thoughts snapped back into reality when I realized Kellin was still on the other line trying to get my attention. “Vic? You still there?”
“Oh, uh, yeah yeah, I’m still here,” shaking my head with disbelief now.
“So did your band make it or what?” he asked again, his voice still a little jumpy.
“As a matter of fact, yes, we did make it and we’re all so damn proud of ourselves.” Confidence is the key. Never make it seem like you feel low on yourself. But we did make it so it wasn’t a lie. “Did your letter say something about having another person join you in a song?”
“Yeah, it did. We’re gonna start practicing a song soon with MGK. He’s so cool!”
Woah…Machine Gun Kelly? That guy is like so damn cool. How they hell is he gonna get ahold of him? “One thing: How you gonna get contact with him if he’s way famous?”
“I’ll think of something. So since we only have two weeks to produce this song, I’m gonna get right on it. See you at school, Vic!”
“See you, Kels.” I hung up and threw my phone on the couch, now practically begging myself not to flip out. Of course Sleeping with Sirens would pass. It’s all because of Kellin’s voice. I would be lying if I said his voice was atrocious. His vocals are just too…too…perfect. I can’t compare my shit to that.
On top of being in the Final Five, we have a game coming up next week with Kings Beach. We made it to the finals with that too and if our school doesn’t win, oh my god, then we would fail for everything we worked for. I’m waiting desperately to terminate their fucking streak! I can’t wait any longer.
~~~
*1 week later*
Time to take out Kings Beach. Everyone piled in on the sidelines and risers of our school, waiting for something to go down. Coach Fraser was explaining the rules, since, of course, it was Home against them. It’s finally time to put Kings Beach in their place and end that dumbass streak of theirs. They don't deserve it. We've working too damn hard to let this go.
Coach Fraser blew the whistle and off I went, dribbling the ball and kicking it dead on in Mike’s direction. He got the ball and bounced it on his knee, kicking it up to his chest, and tossing it over to Jaime. He maneuvered his way past three guys and kicked the ball to the left side of the net, making all of us jump to our feet.
That’s right, King Bitches. Home 1...Bitches 0.
~~~
We had one minute remaining. I was dripping with sweat and super dirty from falling twice on the grass, sliding to get my first goal in the net, with help from one of my teammates. The clock ticked with 30 seconds left. Anticipation was crowding my head, the audience on the risers were screaming with excitement, butterflies sprouted throughtout my stomach. It’s like time easily slowed down and everything was in slow motion. 20 seconds on the clock. The ball was coming right towards me. I was all the way down on the other end of the field, not defending our goalie, but trying to remain by the other goal; just in case one of my teammates dribbles the ball down here, they would shoot it to me and I would run to get it smack dab in the middle. 10 seconds. I was so worried about the timing that I didn’t realize Jaime was screaming my name; the ball was heading my way and I had an offense player in front of me.
I quickly flew myself in front of him, rotating my body in the direction of the goal. 5 seconds. Everything was slowing down. I could feel by heart beat through my ears. 3 seconds. I was closer to the goal. 2 seconds. A wild Kings Bitch kicks me in the leg with one second left on the clock. Wait what?
I tumbled to the ground, grabbing onto my leg and clenching my eyes shut tightly. I wanted to cry from the pain in my leg. It was like someone shooting spikes at me. I'm already girly enough, I don't need to cry, considering my long hair and skinny body. I quickly blinked away the tears and concentrated on the pain in my leg, hoping I would be physically able to get back up and play.
“FOUL! PENALTY SHOT GOES TO MOUNTAIN VIEW!” Coach Fraser urged, swooping beside me to check if I was ok. Jaime clung to my side and rubbed my back.
“Oh my god, are you alright? Are you hurt?! He’s an asshole, I swear!” He wrapped his fingers around my arms and uprooted my body, mounting me on my feet again.
“Thanks, love,” I said kissing his cheek. He booped my nose, sending my heart fluttering every time he does that.
“*cough* Homesexual *cough*,” some guy said on the other team, laughing and nudging his friends. He was one of those cool, cocky prick bastards, I could tell just by eyeing him.
That shit is not funny. He’s making me do this. I wasn’t gonna gloat, but now I am. It was his blunder that he kicked me in the leg, and now, he’s gonna pay. “You know what, big boy? You and your friends are all bitches. You think you’re slick, trying to kick me in the leg. Well guess what, I get a penalty shot from that. What do you get? I’m gonna make this shot and rub it in your ugly face. Calling me a homosexual and all? What the hell is that gonna give you? Confidence? I don’t think so. You see, I’m not ashamed at all to be gay and kiss my gorgeous boyfriend in public. But if I tell everyone on your team that you sucked your friend’s little dick, how is that gonna make you feel? Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you too.” I pointed at the guy and his friends that laughed at me. Jaime had the biggest smirk on his face, pointing and laughing uncontrollably at them. His joy made me laugh about it. “Now lets get on with fucking game!”
“Fuentes, on the bench, right now!” Fraser said, pointing to the secluded area by the risers.
“Wh-What?! But I have to kick a penalty shot! You can’t put me on the bench right now. They called me a homosexual and I wanted my revenge! I need to win this game!”
He walked up to me, patting me on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, but who said you were the best on the team?”
“I’m the co-captain! You said so yourself,” I said as-a-matter-of-factly, placing my hands on my hips.
“And I’m the Coach. Now I’m saying for you to sit on the bench,” he pointed again.
I wasn't gonna win this battle. I slouched my way over to the bench, hanging my head down and staring at my dirty cleets, which to my surprise, were untied and tangled. I popped a squat on the bench and bent down to tie my cleets.
“Preciado! Your penalty shot, kid! Good luck!” Fraser yelled.
WHAT? Jaime gets MY penalty shot? I wanted to rub it in the King Bitches faces that I made the shot. I guess it’s ok. I know Jaime can do this. He’s the one who made the first goal so why not? I don’t need to underestimate him. He’s wonderful. I'm actually proud about standing up for myself and for Jaime, to people who don't care about their sexuality and what others think of them.
He stood a good amount away from the goal. My heart was beating too fast. I don’t know if I can watch this. He swiveled his body, aiming right in the middle of the net, thinking the goalie will run to the right. My heart was beating way faster now, as before, everything was moving in slow motion to me. He kicks the ball. We fucking score!
“GOAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! MOUNTAIN VIEW ARE THE CHAMPIONS!”
Jaime fell to his knees with shock on his face. I jumped up and screamed at the top of my lungs, with the audience joining in. Everyone jumped and hollered all throughout the stadium in the backyard of Mountain View High. I ran over to Jaime as well as our teammates did. We picked him up and held him above our heads, screaming and chanting his name.
“JAIME, JAIME, JAIME, JAIME!” The rant continued to sprout throughout the risers as well, screaming and turning to one another to give tight hugs. I saw Caesar and Kellin, Austin and Alan, and Jack and Alex all clapping with excitement at us. Everyone continued to hold Jaime, but I ran over to Kellin and Caesar, who were already making there way over to me.
“We did it guys! We fucking did it!” I bellowed at Kellin mostly. I hugged him tightly. I pulled away thinking…now, I only have one more battle to tackle. Battle of the Bands and winning first place, taking home that sweet sound of cash in my hands along with the band by my side. These guys mean everything to me and I'm so thankful Tony and Jaime chose to be apart of Pierce the Veil.
To the stage we go!
Notes
*title credit: Sleeping with Sirens:D*Jaime's Preciado reference;) (his ass is tanner than my face)
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7/4/15