He was kissing me. Vic was actually kissing me. That was the only thing running through my head and what my brain could focus on. I couldn’t even react properly to this; my body just froze up at the sudden action. Vic must have picked up on how I wasn’t responding, because suddenly, I could feel him start to pull away from the kiss.

That’s when it all hit me: this might be the last time Vic and I would kiss. Even if by some miracle that he’d want to kiss me again, this kiss would be that moment that defines us- or whatever the hell you would call this thing between him and I. That thought snapped me back into reality as his lips slowly left mine and pulled back from me. My hand flew up and wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling Vic’s lips back to mine and kissing him a bit more forcefully than I had intended.

I could tell Vic was a little surprised by how I started kissing him back almost desperately, but he definitely wasn’t complaining about it either. Our lips moved together in sync as our bodies pressed up against each other. The task of vacuuming was long forgotten now, and the only thing consuming me in that moment was the sparks from each passing kiss. Vic’s hands slowly moved from cupping my face to running down my body before finally resting on my hips, using that position to his advantage and bringing me closer to him. Both of my hands were now wrapped around his neck and my fingers had subconsciously tangled themselves in his brown, curly locks. Each kiss left me breathless, but I nor Vic had any intentions of stopping anytime soon.

We both eventually had to break apart from the kiss, gasping for air and gazing into each other's eyes as we processed what just happened. My mind was still reeling from the sudden kiss and I didn't even know what to say to Vic, or even how he'd react. Vic, however, after a few moments of holding me in his arms, smirked down at me and rested his forehead against mine.

"What were you saying about vacuuming again?" he teasingly asked.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face or the soft giggle that fell from my lips. "Shut up, you dork," I tell him, bringing him back down to place another kiss on his lips. A bit of a smile formed on his lips as he kissed me back, but we were soon cut off by a sudden noise sounding out in the arena.

"Hello?" A deep voice called out. "Anyone still in here?"

A bulky security guard rounded the corner just as Vic and I jumped apart from each other. My cheeks turned bright pink in color and I found myself having to look at the floor under the guard's intense gaze.

"Sorry man," Vic began, "we were just, uh, finishing up cleaning this place-"

"Really now?" the burly man asked.

"We couldn't find the outlet for the extension cord," I suddenly blurt out, causing my cheeks to turn an even darker shade. Vic just nodded encouragingly, trying to make my statement a bit more plausible. This guy didn't seem to be buying it, but he still nodded and glanced questioningly from the two of us to the vacuum cleaner.

"Well, the outlet is just over there, but you should hurry up on the cleaning," he warned. "I'm supposed to be closing down in a few minutes and I'd really like to be getting home."

"Don't worry sir, we'll be out soon," I reassure him.

The guard snorted, not looking too convinced, but still just nodded his response. He turned away from us and walked away, muttering something under his breath about stupid kids these days. As soon as he was out of sight, and possibly hearing-range, I let out a long breath and started chuckling in spite of myself. “Well that was awkward,” I say through my light laughs.

Vic’s lips turned up in a bit of a smirk and gave me a small shrug before saying, “I don’t know, didn’t seem too bad to me.”

“Right,” I say, giving him a bit of a look, “because a big buff dude walking in on you kissing someone is totally the most normal, causal thing in the world.”

Vic just shrugged again. “I’ve been through weirder,” he tells me with innocent smile.

This time I just rolled my eyes in response and shook my head, a small smile playing on my lips. “Let’s just get this vacuuming done with so that guy doesn’t have to come back to yell at us.” I heard Vic groan at this, but before he could complain any further, I added, “Hey, the quicker we get done with this, the quicker we get back to the bus-”

That was all I needed to get Vic’s attention. He perked up a bit and almost immediately ran over and grabbed the vacuum from me. “Then what are we just sitting around here for?” he asked, quickly giving me a bit of a knowing smile and a wink before running off again to plug in the vacuum.

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“Can I ask you something?”

Vic looked up from the small fridge he was digging through on the bus for a moment to look at me before going back to the fridge. “Sure,” he says, grabbing two beers and coming over to where I was sitting on the couch. “What’s up?”

I took the beer from him once he’d sat down and popped it open with ease, taking a small swig of the caramel-colored liquid before answering his question. “Okay, but before I continue, just promise not to laugh at me,” I tell him. “This is probably going to sound really stupid-”

“I’m sure it’s not going to be that stupid,” Vic reassures, “but I promise not to laugh.”

“Thank you,” I say with a small nod. Taking a small breath before continuing, I ask, “So, uh, about what happened earlier, well, um, why did you kiss me?”

Almost immediately, Vic starts snickering lightly to himself.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” I lightly scold him, frowning and smacking him on the arm.

This just causes Vic to laugh even more and look over at me with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry!” he cries. “I swear I wasn’t going to, but the way you asked me was just really adorable, and I don’t know, I couldn’t help it.”

I blushed a bit at his comment, but still managed to keep my frown on my face. “Still!” I say. “And I’m being serious, Vic; why did you kiss me?”

“Because I wanted to?” Vic says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well no shit," I say with a soft snort, "but why? I mean, you had to have some reason other than just wanting to."

A small, amused smirk formed on Vic's lips as he replied, "Well, I thought it was kind of obvious-"

"Okay, well for my sake," I cut in, rolling my eyes slightly, "enlighten me. What is your obvious reason for wanting to kiss me?"

Vic set down the beer that he'd barely even drank out of and shifted a bit on the couch so he could face me. “Do you remember the conversation we had this morning on the bus?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, the one where you asked me to sing on stage with you guys,” I reply. “What about it?”

“Well, there was a second part to that conversation,” he continued, “and everything that just happened goes along with that-”

“Vic, where are you going with this?” I asked him warily, my heartbeat picking up from the anxious feelings swirling inside of me. My brain was starting to put two-and-two together, and that both excited yet terrified me.

Vic let out a bit of a nervous sigh and almost looked like he was about to hesitate in answering me before he looked up at me and gave me a soft smile. “Dean, what I’m trying to say is that I like you- I like you a lot actually.”

A million butterflies erupted inside my stomach and, just like with most things Vic does around me, my cheeks blushed a bright pink. He liked me? No, there’s was no way he actually liked me...right? I mean, yeah, he just said he did, but he can’t be serious.

“Really?” I timidly asked, the amount of uncertainty clear in my voice.

This got Vic to chuckle a bit and smirk a bit at me as he said, “Well I don’t just go around kissing anybody, let alone make-out with them.” My cheeks flushed a bit more at his words and my eyes flickered down to my hands folded together in my lap. “Dean, why are you having such a hard time believing me?” he suddenly asked.

“Because,” I say with a slight scoff, still not looking him in the eyes, “you’re you and I’m...well, I’m me. I’m nothing special, Vic, and I’m definitely not someone worth having any type of attraction to, believe me, so it’s kind of hard for me to believe you on this one.”

I had taken to chewing on my bottom during the small pauses I wasn’t speaking and my hands were wrung together nervously. I refused to look Vic in the eye, because part of me actually believed Vic was lying about all of this, and I didn’t want that to become true. A familiar set of tan hands resting over my own paler ones snapped me out of my thoughts and forced me to look up into the dark eyes I’ve always found such comfort in.

“Well believe it,” Vic told me, a small smile tugging at his lips, “because I really do like you, Dean. You’re beautiful, smart, funny, and you’re honestly so talented musically that it blows my mind. You can brighten up a room with just a smile and there’s never been a dull moment with you, even from the the first moment we met.” A small chuckle escapes his lips and he ends up shaking his head at himself. “I could honestly go on listing the reasons I like you and why I think you’re such an amazing person, but if I do, we might be here awhile,” he adds, getting a small laugh from me. “All I know is that for a couple of months now, I’ve realised how much I like you, Dean, and I can only hope that you feel the same way I do.”

A dark scarlet color spread across my cheeks for a few moments as I listened to Vic’s words. I honestly didn’t know if I could breathe, because holy crap, my entire body was going into overdrive. Those butterflies filling my gut now felt like mini tornados trying to tear me apart, leaving me to fleetingly wonder how in the world I wasn’t shaking like a leaf at that very moment. And speaking of my mind, thoughts were speeding past at a thousand miles a minute, briefly entering my subconscious before leaving just as quickly to leave me with a sense of confusion and unease. Trying to respond to someone telling you they like you, especially when that someone is the person you’ve been crushing on, shouldn’t be so hard, right?

Well, it wasn’t. Maybe if I was a normal person, or back in high school when crushes and relationships were so much simpler, then maybe I wouldn’t be having so much trouble here.

Right then and there, I wanted to burst out in happiness and tell Vic how I felt about him, but just like with the kiss not long before, something was holding me back. Those same voices telling me not to get involved with anyone, especially Vic and the rest of the guys, back when I first moved to San Diego were back, and this time, they were haunting me with images from the past. They plagued my mind with the many thoughts I’d had and kept taunting me with visions of Vic ending up just like everyone else, and I think that’s what scared me the most. Seeing something I know could potentially happen, especially to someone like me.

But Vic was different. He wasn’t anything like my past, and he will probably never even become that type of person. Vic was kind, caring, and actually had feelings for me.

It’s time I moved on from the poisonous parts of my past. They couldn’t hold me back forever, and I can’t always been afraid of losing or being hurt by the people I grow close to. So, with a final farewell, I bid those thoughts and feelings goodbye and sent them off to a place where I hope I’d never find them.

“I do,” I tell him softly, my voice barely above a whisper as my lips turn up in smile. “I think I really like you, Vic.”

As soon as those words left my mouth, Vic’s eyes brightened with a gleam of joy a wide grin spread across his face. He wasted no time in crashing his lips onto mine, barely giving me enough time to finish my own sentence. The kiss was soft and sweet, yet it still had a spark, and surely enough, that spark started a fire. It was nothing like the kiss we’d shared on stage- no, that kiss was full of hunger and a quick flash of passion that was used to get a point across and to shut me up. This kiss? It had so much more. The passion had returned, but it didn’t dominate the kiss. This just had so much more feeling to it, like you could tell how long we had both been waiting to do this. To get these feelings off our chest. To finally claim something for our own.

And that’s just what Vic did.

We broke apart from the kiss and locked eyes with each other, a familiar sense of deja vu washing over us as the smiles tugged at our lips. Only this time, instead of confusion and worry filling my head, excitement buzzed through me and filled my body with a sense of bliss. Vic’s smile traveled across his face as his gaze lingered over me, his eyes constantly traveling from my eyes to my lips. A comfortable silence passed between us, and a moment later, Vic spoke up and broke the silence.

“Dean,” he breathed, his smile remaining on his face, “will you be my girlfriend?”

I wish I could have seen my face right then, because I’m sure I was grinning like a fool.

“Yes,” I place a quick, soft kiss to his lips, “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Notes

Ahhhh this is kind of crappy and short, but it's fluff and something I know you all have been waiting for for a long time now xD

Dean and Vic are finally together! What are your guys' thoughts on that?

Also, starting next week, updates on this story should be a lot more consistent (i.e. not once a month) seeing as my schedule is clearing up then. I should be getting more frequent time on the computer as well, so you can expect another update coming in sooner than you'd think