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Somebody's Supposed To Fall In Love

And As The Sun Went Down

“Did you make this shirt?” Aiden pinches the thin, light pink material between his fingers. “You should’ve called me over for arts and crafts time.”
I swat his hand away and bare my teeth playfully. “I spent a whole day dyeing and printing this fucking shirt. Zip it.”
He holds his hands up defensively and grins, before stepping backwards and bumping into three teenaged girls. “Oh! Sorry, girls.” He chuckles a bit.
The girls just stare at him, before going back to talking to each other. Smirking, I cross my arms and scan the crowd of anxious tweens, teens, and adults. A lot of them are quite annoying, as they jump up and down excitedly and squeal when someone mentions a certain band. Of course, we’ve been standing behind a group of real winners for the past two hours. The blonde girl in the middle of the group keeps rattling off imaginary facts about Austin Carlile. She must be their Regina George or something, because the rest of the group just giggles and nods in agreement with the dumb blonde. Earlier, they were talking about Sleeping With Sirens, but the only member they would mention was Kellin. Fucking fangirls. Kellin is cute, yeah, but there are four other guys in the band, goddammit.
Next to me, Alex nudges my side with her elbow and I turn to her. “What’s up?”
She smiles and points to the people moving at the front of the crowd. “It’s eleven.”
Aiden yawns from behind both of us and then presses his hands to our backs. “Move along then! I want to get good spots for whoever is playing first…”
Once we get inside the actual area, Aiden and Alex walk ahead of me, their hands swinging gently. I nibble on my bottom lip, watching this small display of affection sadly. Not even two weeks ago my boyfriend, of two years, broke up with me. It honestly wasn’t that big of a shock, because we had been fighting a lot recently, but I still miss him. He’s going to college this year in Arizona and I’ll be staying home, probably taking cosmetology classes at Santa Monica College, but not pursuing anything too life-changing. Then my mother will be forced to nag, nag, nag, because I’m not going to get anywhere in life. But, hey mom, getting nowhere is pretty much my life. That should be obvious by now.
I’m so distant that I don’t even notice Aiden and Alex stop. I walk right into Aiden. “Wake up, babe.” He laughs slightly and pulls me around and next to Alex, so that I can see the list and times of the bands.
I squint up at the board, as I adjust the gray beanie on top of my long, dark brown hair. Most people will argue that my hair is black, but it’s brown. I dyed it myself. I would know. I mess up my bangs and then pull my iPhone out of the pocket of my acid wash jean shorts, raising it and zooming until I can see the entire board in the picture. “Who do you guys want to see? We should figure it out now.”
Alex takes the same picture and then expands it on her phone. “Um… All Time Low, You Me At Six, Mayday Parade, Of Mice and Men, Pierce The Veil, We The Kings, The Used, Memphis May Fire, and yeah.” She looks back up at me and giggles.
“I want to see Blessthefall too.” Aiden adds.
I pout a bit. “I wanted to see T. Mills and Sleeping With Sirens as well… Along with everything Alex said.” Both Alex and I turn to Aiden.
“Well, a lot of them are on at the same time…” He scratches the back of his head and then flicks his black hair to the side. “We have to basically cut the list in half.”
Alex sighs. “We’ll start out by cutting Blessthefall an—”
“Fuck, no.” Aiden interjects. “I will ditch both of you if I have to. I want to see them.”
“You won’t ditch me.” Alex says, rolling her eyes.
“You wanna bet?”
“Both of you shut up!” I groan and look back down at the picture on my phone. “We’ll just play it by ear, okay? Everyone keep an eye out for the time and we’ll see a bit of everyone.”
Fine, mommy.” Aiden says sarcastically and then turns, wandering toward one of the vendors.

At 12: 30 we head to Of Mice and Men. Of course, by the time we get there, about five hundred other people are packed together, waiting patiently. Actually, patiently isn’t the right term at all. Everyone is actually shoving and pushing and weaving their way through groups of friends. The band comes onstage one by one, and each time someone new comes onstage, the crowd condenses. Aaron and Austin are the last two to come on, and when they do, everyone starts screaming.
They really aren’t my favorite band, but I still have fun while they play. I have even more fun watching Aiden shove some chubby girl after she elbows Alex in the cheek. The girl falls over, taking a few others down as well. It’s pretty hard not to laugh.
We weave through the crowd again during the last half of their set. I have my hand on Alex’s wrist, with Aiden behind pressing her forward. Once we’re away from the crowd, I turn back to Alex and remove her hand from her cheek. “You weren’t even moshing.” I say, my lips curling into a smile as I look at the tiny cut under her left eye. “It’s not that bad, Alex.”
“My whole fucking face is going to swell!” She whines. “Do they sell ice anywhere?”
“Yeah.” Aiden smirks. “There’s actually a tent made of ice somewhere…”
“Which tent is it?” She rubs her cheek one more time and then turns to look at the vendor next to us.
I sigh and hit Aiden’s chest. My sister really isn’t the brightest bulb out there. “He’s joking, Alex.”
She glares at him. “Fuck you! I’m glad you think that’s so funny! I’m not going to be able to open my eye in an hour.”
“You’re so dramatic!” He yells, still laughing at her. “It’s a fucking cut.”
I shoot him a look and then pull on her hand, before walking again. “Calm down. We’ll stop and get some water and then look for the first aid. They’ll give you an icepack. ”
A few hours later, I’m wandering around the different vendors, while eating a piece of pizza. It probably looks really attractive. You know, single girl, wandering around alone, with hot pizza cheese hanging out of her mouth. I’m essentially the best-looking girl who came out today.
Aiden and Alex headed over to get a good spot for Blessthefall, but I wanted to see Pierce the Veil more, so here I am. I toss the crust of my pizza into a trashcan and then wipe my lips with a napkin, before tossing that as well. Then I yawn and head toward the main stage.
The crowd isn’t as big as Of Mice and Men yet, so it’s much easier to sneak through everyone. Despite stumbling a few times, over shoes and even someone sitting on the ground, I get pretty close. The only thing that sucks is that I’m short. I’m only five-foot-four and the guys in front of me are probably around six-foot-something. Fuck my life. Just fuck it.
“I like your beanie.”
My eyebrows rise and I turn to glance at the boy on my right. He’s tall too, but is much more defined than some of the guys here. He also has messy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Just like my damn ex… This day could honestly get no better. God must be pissing me of on purpose. “Um… thanks. I got it the other day.” I say before turning back to watch people working on the stage.
“Where are you from?” He speaks again and my eyes roll.
“I’m from Santa Monica…” I say, without looking at him. “It’s like an hour drive.”
“I know where Santa Monica is.” He rolls his eyes.
“Well, you asked.” I lean up onto my tippy toes, just as instrumental music starts to play. No one’s on stage yet, but everyone suddenly pushes forward. I gasp quietly and press back hard, trying to get everyone off my ass. It doesn’t help that much, but I can breathe again. I even laugh when I hear the Mexican-esque music playing over everyone’s screaming. They would.
Pierce the Veil is in Pomona today… They must be pretty excited to be so close to where they started. The background music becomes louder and I grin, as Jaime, Tony, and then Mike come into view. Jaime, who’s in all black, raises the bass into the air and grins. Tony, who I can barely see from my spot, comes to the front of the stage and smiles. Behind them, Mike stands at his drums. He’s wearing a white tank top from what I can see. Then Vic strides out, his guitar strapped over his shoulder. They’re all so adorable, smiling from ear to ear, as they stare out at the crowd. I’m so relieved to have stayed, instead of going to see Blessthefall.
POMONA!” Vic screams, as Tony and Jaime start to play the intro of Besitos. Everyone screams louder and starts clapping, as Vic moves toward the microphone and begins. Forgetting all about making fun of the little fangirls earlier, I scream and start to jump up and nod, mouthing Vic’s words perfectly.
They play about three songs before the crowd quiets down and Vic lets go of his guitar. “CALFORNIA! How are ya?”
Everyone screams back a response, but it ends up just sounding like a jumbled mess of words. Behind me, people suddenly push forward again and I am again being jostled back and forth. God dammit. I’d rather not die today.
“Oh, hey, Kellin.” Vic chuckles into the microphone.
“Hey, I made it!” Kellin Quinn smirks and goes toward the end of the stage to pic up a microphone. “Can we just get this over with?” I lean onto my toes and press my hands against the guy’s back in front of me, trying to see Kellin. He would be the reason why everyone is abruptly trying to condense.
“Of course!” Vic quickly leans over to switch guitars and then I hear the beginning of King For a Day. I raise my hands into the air, starting to scream the lyrics louder than the tone-deaf girl in front of me. Smiling widely when Kellin sings, I start jumping up and down, oblivious to the people pushing back and forth.
“You wanna go up?” The blonde kid next to me stops jumping and grabs my one arm.
My smile falls and I shake my head. “No one will hold me!”
“Yes, huh! You’re like ninety pounds!” He smirks and scoops me up in one swift movement. I yelp and momentarily stare up the blue sky, before trying to grab onto the boy’s arms.
“Put me the fuck down!” I scream nervously. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna fucking die. Someone will drop me and I’ll be trampled.
“Bye-Bye!” He laughs and nudges the group of guys in front of us. They immediately grab onto me. Those guys then pass me to the people in front of them, of course, taking the time of smacking my ass first. Idiots. Hands are everywhere. On my hands, pulling me toward the stage. Hands on my bracelets. Hands on my legs. Hands in my long hair, pulling it accidently. Hands on my back. Hands on my breasts. Hands on my beanie, which I smack away immediately. I swear I’ll beat the shit out of anyone who takes my beanie.
Someone bends down and then tosses me forward and I scream, my body momentarily airborne. My stomach rises into my throat as my life flashes before my eyes. But then there are hands on my hips and I sigh, thankfully. I was actually so afraid of dying that I didn’t notice how close I got. The stage is like two arm lengths away.
The band, plus Kellin, goes through the final verse and I’m still held in the air, wanting to get down. It was fun, I got to the front of the crowd, but now I want down. I try to sit up, but I’m bounced onto my back again.
“Aw, put her down!” Vic moves to the edge of the stage and laughs, pointing to me, while Tony and Jaime continue playing.
Kellin follows Vic and smirks, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “You guys are tossing her around and she looks like a…giant piece of pink popcorn or something.”
“Put her down.” A security guard in a yellow jacket steps toward the people holding me and threatens to grab me.
Everyone around me steps back as much as they can and I’m lowered. Except I’m still staring up at the stage, in shock that they were both just talking about me. Kellin waves to the crowd and thanks us, before trotting offstage. Mike goes back to playing his drums and whipping his beautiful, yet sweaty hair around. Tony goes back to his guitar, Jaime goes back to his bass, and Vic raises his hands to make the crowd clap out the last song. But I can barely hear anything; all I can do is try to comprehend what just happened.

It’s around eleven-thirty that night. Alex is resting up against Aiden’s shoulder in the green booth. Her eyes are closed and since she was elbowed in the face, her left cheek is slightly bruised. Mom is going to be pissed for letting that happen to her darling middle child. But it’s not like I could’ve prevented it in any way. I wasn’t going to jump in front of the girl’s damn elbow.
Aiden slowly scrolls through his phone, with his head resting in his free hand. I’m lying down in the booth, staring up at the ceiling silently. I’m so tired from just bouncing around all day. I’m sure my lack of water and all day exposure to the draining sun also contributed to my drowsiness, but I’d like to believe it was purely from rocking.
That sounds so stupid. I feel bad if anyone could read my mind. They’d probably lose intelligence within seconds.
I sit up and run my fingers through my long, layered hair, which has gone slightly wavy due to today’s events. Then I slide my beanie back on and stand up. Aiden looks up immediately, but stays still, not wanting to disturb Alex. “Are we leaving?”
“Yeah.” I fix the bottoms of my jean shorts. “Just give me a second to get another coffee. I need another if we’re planning on getting home alive.”
“Kay…” He sighs and goes back to his phone.
I slide a five-dollar bill off the table and turn, before striding toward the counter. The girl behind the counter moves toward the register and smiles faintly. “Another cup?”
I nod and hand her the five. “With skim milk, please.”
The girl gently places the money into the register and then hands me back a dollar and twenty-five cents. “How long is your drive back?” She asks and moves over to the machines.
Sighing, I rub my forehead and follow her, still the other side of the counter. I rest my arms and head on a ledge, before giving a wide yawn. “About an hour with traffic.”
The door on the other side of the café opens and there’s laughing. I don’t look back though. I’m too tired. “Ow! What the hell?” One of them laughs again and then there are footsteps heading in this direction.
“That sucks.” The barista says quietly and then sits my coffee cup on the counter. “Did you have fun though?”
“It was amazing…” I stand up normally and yawn again, before reaching for the coffee. “Best time yet.”
“Good.” She smiles again. “Have a good night!”
“You too...” I look down to open the lid and then turn, not paying attention.
Before I can even attempt to swerve, someone crashes directly into me. He curses. In what seems like slow motion, the coffee cup drops from my hands and then thuds onto the floor, hot coffee splashing up toward the both of us. My hands immediately move up to my mouth and I gasp, looking at a pair of coffee soaked white Vans. I direct my gaze up his body slowly. Black jeans, a white tank, tattoos, lip piercing, long hair, a black snapback…
Fucking Mike Fuentes, everybody.

Notes

I had to introduce a bunch of characters. Sorry if it's boring, I promise it will get better in the second chapter! Also, no hate. Your negative opinions are irelevant, but positive feedback is greatly appreciated. :) xx

Comments

I love this so much !!<3

@tonyslittleturtle
Thank you so much :) It really means a lot to me!!
@BlueJeansWhiteShirt
cool :) and you are an amazing writer by the way
@tonyslittleturtle
Thanks! I was possibly thinking that :)
omg this wedding and the story all together was absolutely amazing i loved it <3

you know what would be a cool idea would be a sequel but the plot surrounding Isabelle and her teen years or something like that. just an idea you don't have to do it or anything.