Palm Springs
Chapter 1
“Promise you won’t get in trouble?” Vic asked, and I rolled my eyes.
“She’s not a child Vic, stop treating her like one!” Jaime exclaimed from the house and I smiled.
“Thank you, Jaime!”
“Please promise me” Vic pleaded and I laughed.
“I’m not promising you shit” I stated, and to my surprise the corner of Vic’s lips curled up into a smile, a soft one and his white teeth almost blinded my eyes.
“What am I going to do with you?” He asked, playfully hitting me and I shrugged. “God, I’m going to miss you”
Vic indulged me into his arms, his all-to familiar smell of the red velvet after shave I’ve been getting him for Christmas since we were eighteen filled my nostrils. I laughed a bit when Vic kissed my shoulder and rocked me back and forth. I didn’t want him to let go, he may treat me like a child and he may annoy me but he’s still my Vic and I hate seeing him go, no matter how proud I am of him.
Soon we parted, Vic kissed my check making me go red as I always did and he lectured me one more time before his brother Mike dragged him into the car. I gave Tony and Jaime both hugs before I watched them disappear down the road. I stood there for about ten minutes before I smiled and ran back to the house. I then picked up the phone.
“Hello” My beautiful friend Lanta greeted, with her mouth full of hopefully food
“Lanta, they just left – are you ready to start the summer of your life?” I asked, and then I heard Lanta swallow whatever she was eating.
“Hell yeah, I’ll call Jersey pick us both up in the mustang and we’ll go down to the beach house” She explain, pure excitement ringing through her.
“32 Walden Avenue, Palm Springs, am I correct?” I asked, putting it into my GPS and waiting for an answer.
“Yep, see you in a half hour?” She asked and I hummed a response before we both hung up. I ran up to my room and crawled under my bed, pulling out the suit case I’ve been hiding from the guys for weeks.
It was only two weeks ago that Vic and I had the argument – oh I mean ‘discussion’ as Vic would call it in the Music Shack. It also has been two weeks since my manager told me to have the month of July off and it’s only been a week since I called both Lanta and Jersey to make this the best Summer vacation yet.
I didn’t tell Vic or the guys for that matter because Vic right away would tell me not to and the guys would follow him, then they’d probably put me on lock down and I’d be screwed. This way, when Vic calls or if he’ll call because he rarely does, I’ll tell him and he can’t actually stop me. And then he can yell at me in two weeks when I go to see then at Warped in L.A.
I locked up the house, made sure to call the neighbors to keep an eye on it and jumped in my old mustang. Thank goodness for my Dad, like the rest of my family doesn’t talk to me but sends me birthday gifts, at least they remember unlike Vic.
I guess I may be a bit too harsh on Vic, but I’m sick of being taking advantage of him and he does it all the time. He forgets my birthday, calls two weeks later in a fit because he forgot again, I tell him it’s fine because by then I’m over it but on the actual day of my birthday I’m either drunk crying because he has forgotten or in the arms of Lanta or Jersey balling my eyes out because he’s forgotten.
I never forget his birthday, never. I would pretend to forget it next year but I don’t think my conscience could take it. My little short stack is turning 30, I mean Mike is my age and he’s like two feet taller than Vic, reasons why I don’t wear high heels often when Vic is around.
I’m so happy for Mike and Vic, I’ve known them since freshman year of high school and they are so passionate about music. To the extent that I was jealous of them for a while, I could barely play guitar let alone sing and I loved music more than life. I guess the only talent I really had was if someone named a song, I’d know what album it was from and what genre to look for.
I moved to San Diego under courts order, my parents claimed they couldn’t take care of me so they shipped me to a foster home in the united states. I was 14 at the time, I met Mike in my music history class and we talk for a long time, he seriously began to be my only friend. Mr. and Mrs. Fuentes invited me to dinner and that’s where I met Vic.
I had seen him in the halls, but knew he was a year older and I wasn’t really sure if he wanted to talk to me. He seemed quite quiet and shy, but when Mike skipped off to a party that I really didn’t want to go to, Mr. and Mrs. Fuentes gave Vic and I money, told us to get some ice cream but instead we stood in the Music Shack talking for hours about AFI and Face to Face.
The next day at school, I saw Vic sitting on the floor by what I assumed was his locker. I few students came by and kicked the notebook he was writing in down the hall, they yelled names at him and it really angered me. So I walked right up to the student, who I later found out were seniors and told them to bug off. They just laughed and walked away, I strolled down the hallway and picked up Vic’s notebook, I didn’t look inside because I didn’t want to invade privacy but I then found out he was writing lyrics in his note book.
Vic got bullied a lot during high school, but so did I and we both stood up for each other. It was us against the world and I was very upset when Vic graduated, but happy that he got into San Diego State and that Mike and him were starting a band.
But that’s when things went downhill, my foster home was shipping me back to Canada because my parents were ready to take care of me again. I only had a few more months until I was 18, I had already applied to San deign state as well but they were still shipping me back north. I stayed three nights at Vic’s, crying into his chest and having him sing to me. And believe it or not that’s when I had my first kiss.
“Amy, please don’t cry” Vic pleaded, holding my tight in his arms and rocking me.
“I can’t believe their making me go back tomorrow, I can’t live without you or Mike” I sobbed and Vic hummed a bit stroking my back.
“Don’t you worry, you’re going to get into SDSU and you’re going to come back” Vic explained in a soft voice, I tried to stop my tears and soon they dried up, making my face feel really dry.
“I can’t thank you enough Vic”
“For what?” He asked, pulling back and wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Being my friend, putting up with my shit and caring” I stated and Vic looked right into my eyes.
“I care about you so much” He whispered and placed his lips on mine.
It was weird for me, I mean I always have had feelings for Vic and I still kind of do. But the kiss made me feel deeper for him but after I left, we never spoke of it again and to this day we haven’t talked about it, no matter how much I think we should have. When Vic started dating Cara, I got really jealous and I avoided talking to him.
But when it was time for me to move back, I knew I couldn’t avoid him and I had to put up with it. And I did for a while; soon I buried myself in work and school so I couldn’t hang out with them. Vic introduced me to Tony and Jaime, who were two pretty awesome guys that I later learned were in Pierce The Veil. Soon they were going on their first tour and I was on my own for the first time, I may have gone a little crazy with Lanta and Jersey who I met at University and I guess that’s when Vic’s trust for me got broken.
Lanta, Jersey and I were in the Las Vegas jail for a night until Vic came and bailed us out. He was furious with me, didn’t talk to me for a week but then he called me.
“Vic?” I asked, hearing deep breathing on the other line. “Vic, you’re scaring me”
“Amy, sh-she I-I” He was stuttering.
“Take a deep breath, please tell me what’s wrong?” I asked, and he was crying. I could tell he was hurting but I couldn’t tell why, until Tony picked up the phone.
“America?” Tony’s voice rang through the phone, tears were filling my eyes because I couldn’t bear hear Vic cry.
"What happened?!”
Tony explained to me about Cara, I took the first flight to New York City and met them in a big parking lot. Vic ran out of the bus towards me, I just held him all night and every grudge we held on each other was lifted because one of us needed the other. The next time I saw Cara, I cussed her out until I was kicked out of the mall and almost arrested again. She hurt my best friend and she deserved whatever was coming to her.
I helped Vic write Caraphernelia, I helped him write a lot of the songs on their next album and I just got him through it. Because that’s what friends are for, but after that the band got a whole lot bigger and that’s when I felt like I was holding the friendship all on my own. I was on my own a lot more and I wouldn’t hear from the guys for weeks. But I stayed because they were my rock and no matter what happens, I needed Vic and the guys.
“She’s not a child Vic, stop treating her like one!” Jaime exclaimed from the house and I smiled.
“Thank you, Jaime!”
“Please promise me” Vic pleaded and I laughed.
“I’m not promising you shit” I stated, and to my surprise the corner of Vic’s lips curled up into a smile, a soft one and his white teeth almost blinded my eyes.
“What am I going to do with you?” He asked, playfully hitting me and I shrugged. “God, I’m going to miss you”
Vic indulged me into his arms, his all-to familiar smell of the red velvet after shave I’ve been getting him for Christmas since we were eighteen filled my nostrils. I laughed a bit when Vic kissed my shoulder and rocked me back and forth. I didn’t want him to let go, he may treat me like a child and he may annoy me but he’s still my Vic and I hate seeing him go, no matter how proud I am of him.
Soon we parted, Vic kissed my check making me go red as I always did and he lectured me one more time before his brother Mike dragged him into the car. I gave Tony and Jaime both hugs before I watched them disappear down the road. I stood there for about ten minutes before I smiled and ran back to the house. I then picked up the phone.
“Hello” My beautiful friend Lanta greeted, with her mouth full of hopefully food
“Lanta, they just left – are you ready to start the summer of your life?” I asked, and then I heard Lanta swallow whatever she was eating.
“Hell yeah, I’ll call Jersey pick us both up in the mustang and we’ll go down to the beach house” She explain, pure excitement ringing through her.
“32 Walden Avenue, Palm Springs, am I correct?” I asked, putting it into my GPS and waiting for an answer.
“Yep, see you in a half hour?” She asked and I hummed a response before we both hung up. I ran up to my room and crawled under my bed, pulling out the suit case I’ve been hiding from the guys for weeks.
It was only two weeks ago that Vic and I had the argument – oh I mean ‘discussion’ as Vic would call it in the Music Shack. It also has been two weeks since my manager told me to have the month of July off and it’s only been a week since I called both Lanta and Jersey to make this the best Summer vacation yet.
I didn’t tell Vic or the guys for that matter because Vic right away would tell me not to and the guys would follow him, then they’d probably put me on lock down and I’d be screwed. This way, when Vic calls or if he’ll call because he rarely does, I’ll tell him and he can’t actually stop me. And then he can yell at me in two weeks when I go to see then at Warped in L.A.
I locked up the house, made sure to call the neighbors to keep an eye on it and jumped in my old mustang. Thank goodness for my Dad, like the rest of my family doesn’t talk to me but sends me birthday gifts, at least they remember unlike Vic.
I guess I may be a bit too harsh on Vic, but I’m sick of being taking advantage of him and he does it all the time. He forgets my birthday, calls two weeks later in a fit because he forgot again, I tell him it’s fine because by then I’m over it but on the actual day of my birthday I’m either drunk crying because he has forgotten or in the arms of Lanta or Jersey balling my eyes out because he’s forgotten.
I never forget his birthday, never. I would pretend to forget it next year but I don’t think my conscience could take it. My little short stack is turning 30, I mean Mike is my age and he’s like two feet taller than Vic, reasons why I don’t wear high heels often when Vic is around.
I’m so happy for Mike and Vic, I’ve known them since freshman year of high school and they are so passionate about music. To the extent that I was jealous of them for a while, I could barely play guitar let alone sing and I loved music more than life. I guess the only talent I really had was if someone named a song, I’d know what album it was from and what genre to look for.
I moved to San Diego under courts order, my parents claimed they couldn’t take care of me so they shipped me to a foster home in the united states. I was 14 at the time, I met Mike in my music history class and we talk for a long time, he seriously began to be my only friend. Mr. and Mrs. Fuentes invited me to dinner and that’s where I met Vic.
I had seen him in the halls, but knew he was a year older and I wasn’t really sure if he wanted to talk to me. He seemed quite quiet and shy, but when Mike skipped off to a party that I really didn’t want to go to, Mr. and Mrs. Fuentes gave Vic and I money, told us to get some ice cream but instead we stood in the Music Shack talking for hours about AFI and Face to Face.
The next day at school, I saw Vic sitting on the floor by what I assumed was his locker. I few students came by and kicked the notebook he was writing in down the hall, they yelled names at him and it really angered me. So I walked right up to the student, who I later found out were seniors and told them to bug off. They just laughed and walked away, I strolled down the hallway and picked up Vic’s notebook, I didn’t look inside because I didn’t want to invade privacy but I then found out he was writing lyrics in his note book.
Vic got bullied a lot during high school, but so did I and we both stood up for each other. It was us against the world and I was very upset when Vic graduated, but happy that he got into San Diego State and that Mike and him were starting a band.
But that’s when things went downhill, my foster home was shipping me back to Canada because my parents were ready to take care of me again. I only had a few more months until I was 18, I had already applied to San deign state as well but they were still shipping me back north. I stayed three nights at Vic’s, crying into his chest and having him sing to me. And believe it or not that’s when I had my first kiss.
“Amy, please don’t cry” Vic pleaded, holding my tight in his arms and rocking me.
“I can’t believe their making me go back tomorrow, I can’t live without you or Mike” I sobbed and Vic hummed a bit stroking my back.
“Don’t you worry, you’re going to get into SDSU and you’re going to come back” Vic explained in a soft voice, I tried to stop my tears and soon they dried up, making my face feel really dry.
“I can’t thank you enough Vic”
“For what?” He asked, pulling back and wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Being my friend, putting up with my shit and caring” I stated and Vic looked right into my eyes.
“I care about you so much” He whispered and placed his lips on mine.
It was weird for me, I mean I always have had feelings for Vic and I still kind of do. But the kiss made me feel deeper for him but after I left, we never spoke of it again and to this day we haven’t talked about it, no matter how much I think we should have. When Vic started dating Cara, I got really jealous and I avoided talking to him.
But when it was time for me to move back, I knew I couldn’t avoid him and I had to put up with it. And I did for a while; soon I buried myself in work and school so I couldn’t hang out with them. Vic introduced me to Tony and Jaime, who were two pretty awesome guys that I later learned were in Pierce The Veil. Soon they were going on their first tour and I was on my own for the first time, I may have gone a little crazy with Lanta and Jersey who I met at University and I guess that’s when Vic’s trust for me got broken.
Lanta, Jersey and I were in the Las Vegas jail for a night until Vic came and bailed us out. He was furious with me, didn’t talk to me for a week but then he called me.
“Vic?” I asked, hearing deep breathing on the other line. “Vic, you’re scaring me”
“Amy, sh-she I-I” He was stuttering.
“Take a deep breath, please tell me what’s wrong?” I asked, and he was crying. I could tell he was hurting but I couldn’t tell why, until Tony picked up the phone.
“America?” Tony’s voice rang through the phone, tears were filling my eyes because I couldn’t bear hear Vic cry.
"What happened?!”
Tony explained to me about Cara, I took the first flight to New York City and met them in a big parking lot. Vic ran out of the bus towards me, I just held him all night and every grudge we held on each other was lifted because one of us needed the other. The next time I saw Cara, I cussed her out until I was kicked out of the mall and almost arrested again. She hurt my best friend and she deserved whatever was coming to her.
I helped Vic write Caraphernelia, I helped him write a lot of the songs on their next album and I just got him through it. Because that’s what friends are for, but after that the band got a whole lot bigger and that’s when I felt like I was holding the friendship all on my own. I was on my own a lot more and I wouldn’t hear from the guys for weeks. But I stayed because they were my rock and no matter what happens, I needed Vic and the guys.
6/21/13