Somebody's Supposed To Fall In Love
Do You Still Love Me?
“What did you get from the store?” Tony asks as he trots up the four stairs and into the main room. He reaches for one of the bags and my heart drops.
“That’s mine!” I snatch it from his hands and then push it under my arm, as I continue to unpack the other bags.
He holds his hands up immediately and laughs. “Defensive much? What the hell’s in it? Tampons?”
I set the bag of solo cups down and turn back, laughing. I’m actually not sure why I’m laughing. Probably because I’m close to tears, delusional, and I have pregnancy tests under my arm. I wish there were tampons in this fucking bag.
“Don’t worry about it.” My awkward smile falls and Tony gives me a strange look.
“Are you okay, Lana?”
“Fine.” I take the chocolate milk jug out of the last bag and set it in the fridge. “Where’s Mike?”
“Him and Vic went to go do an interview before the signing.” Tony leans against the kitchen counter and watches me.
“An interview for what?” I ask as I throw beer bottle after beer bottle into the trashcan.
“Some store that has a tent here.” He shrugs, uninterestedly. “I don’t know they didn’t ask for me, so I don’t give a shit.”
“Where’s Jaime?”
“He said he wanted funnel cake at like eleven, and I haven’t seen him since.”
“He’s probably being raped by little girls.” I finish wiping down the counter and then toss the paper towel into the trashcan.
“Probably.” Tony sighs and then reaches over, messing up my hair. “Alright, little panda bear, I’m gonna head down to the tent by myself. Hopefully… I’ll run into a fellow member.”
“Hey, if no one comes, you’ll have the entire signing line to yourself.” I smile politely, but really I just want him to leave. I just want to be alone, so I can at least read the damn instructions on the pregnancy tests.
“Eh...” He opens the bus door. “No one would come if it were just me.”
Once the door is shut again, I turn and run back to the bathroom. My fingers flip on the light switch and I lock the door behind me. Then I dump the boxes into the sink and grab the closest one. My eyes scan the box carefully until they catch the ‘instructions inside’ bubble.
I rip the stupid pink box open and slide the folded piece of paper out, before leaning back against the wall. Biting down on my bottom lip, I read the steps carefully. Basically, I just have to pee on the goddamn stick, and then wait five to seven minutes. It’s simple, but I find myself just staring down at the white and purple stick.
Do I really have to do this? Why did I even buy this? There’s no way I could be pregnant! I’m on birth control for Christ’s sake. Mike and I have even used a condom…once or twice.
Sighing, I unbutton my shorts and then pull the purple cap off the pregnancy test. If I’m on birth control, I should have nothing to worry about. Let’s get this shit over with.
When I’m done, I pop the cap back onto the test and set it on the sink. Then I hide the boxes and go to lie down on Mike’s bunk. We haven’t slept on the bunk in nearly a month and a half. It was just too small for both of us. Now the fuckroom has permanently become Mike and I’s bedroom. Mike is one of the biggest bed hogs on the face of the planet, so having a bigger bed is appreciated.
I slowly close my eyes and remember the first thing Mike said to me. ‘I guess that’s what I get for buying white shoes. What the fuck was I thinking?’ Typical Mike Fuentes. It wasn’t the most romantic first words, but obviously it still means something to me. Ever since I met Mike, I can hardly remember anything my ex once said to me. Hell, I don’t even remember the color of his eyes.
The scary thing is that I don’t know what will happen to us, if I really am pregnant. I love Mike more than anything, but he’s one of the most unpredictable and spontaneous people I have ever met. There’s a chance he could burst into tears and there’s a chance he could burst into laughter. Personally, I know I could ruin his career. Pierce The Veil could lose fans over it, and I don’t want anything being ruined for these four amazing guys. They deserve everything they’ve worked for.
But Mike is the only guy that I have ever felt this comfortable around. From the moment we met, there was such a connection. I felt like I had known Mike my entire life. It was just so easy to fall in love with him. The guys too… They are like my brothers and I care for them so unbelievably much. At this point, I’m praying that I’m just a fucking hypochondriac, because I know with all of my heart that I can’t live without Jaime’s smile. I can’t live without Tony’s laugh. I can’t live without Vic’s hugs. And I can’t live without Mike.
I climb off the bunk and slowly walk to the bathroom. Breathing in shakily, I turn on the lights and reach for the pregnancy test.
“Lana?” Kellin calls from the front of the bus.
I look up from my phone and wipe stray tears from my chin. “Back here…”
“What the hell are you doing?” He laughs and trots back toward the bathroom, but slows down once I look up at him. “What happened?”
Hearing how calm he is, I erupt into tears again. “I-I didn’t know who else to call!”
“Hey, hey…” He sinks down to his knees in front of me and touches my face. “Calm down… What’s wrong?”
Sniffling uncontrollably, I look up at him. His big eyes are staring right back into mine. Seeing them reminds me of the picture of his daughter, Copeland. They are so much alike... To think that there is a baby in my stomach, and it’s apart of Mike, is just truly indescribable. When did it happen? How long has the baby been there?
“Lana, please tell me what’s wrong.” Kellin wipes another tear from my cheek, bringing me back to reality.
I sniffle quietly and reach down, pulling the pregnancy test out of my sweatshirt pocket. “I took three of them, Kellin….” I look down at the little purple plus sign and a tear drips onto my leg. “All of them said I was pregnant.”
“Oh.” He clears his throat quietly, unsure of what to say. “Well…”
“How did you react when Katelynne told you?” I ask, new tears rising in my eyes.
Kellin touches my chin and gently tilts my face up. Then he wipes my tears away with his other hand. “To be honest… I wasn’t expecting it. She told me and I swear, I almost pissed myself. I was constantly on tour and she had her hands full with her two sons. Plus, we weren’t even married yet.”
“W-Were you mad at her?”
He smirks a bit and shakes his head. “How could I be mad? I made the little monkey!”
The corners of my lips curl into a faint smile. “I just…” I sigh and set the pregnancy test down. “Everything happened too fast. I know he doesn’t want this, Kellin. At least not for awhile…”
“He loves you, Lana…”
“But his work is more important than me.” I shake my head. “I’m gonna ruin everything for all four of them.”
“Why do you say things like that?” Kellin leans back against the wall and watches me. “How old is Mike now, forty?”
I roll my eyes. “No.”
“Well, it’s about time he grows a pair, don’t you think?”
I sigh and press my head into the wall, staring up at the ceiling. “I just don’t want him to feel like he’s being pressured into something.”
Kellin shrugs. “I don’t know what more to tell you, Lana… I’m not Mike.”
“You’re awfully quiet tonight.” Mike kisses my temple and then looks down at his menu. He wanted to get Mexican food while we were in San Antonio, so here we are. The rest of the guys went to some bar, which I’m not complaining about. If I were to tell him, now would be the time to do it. We’re alone.
I shrug and fiddle with the edges of my menu. I don’t even know what kind of fucking food a pregnant person can order. “I…um… Sorry.” I smile up at him weakly. “Just a bit preoccupied.”
He smirks and folds the menu, before turning to face me. “With what exactly?”
“A lot.” I laugh nervously and intertwine my fingers with his. “I actually have something…um…important to tell you.”
He raises an eyebrow and goes to open his mouth, but a waiter appears at the head of our table. “Hey folks, sorry to interrupt, but can I start you off with something to drink?” He folds back a piece of paper on his little notebook and I roll my eyes.
Mike hums to himself, while scanning the back of the menu. “Um… I’ll have a Stella.”
“Bottle or on tap, sir?”
“So many choices…” He says sarcastically. “Bottle.”
The waiter then turns his attention to me and I swallow. “I’ll just have water.”
“Okay, I’ll bring those right out.”
Mike glances at me immediately. “You’re not getting a drink?”
My face suddenly feels hot. “N-No, just water. I don’t want to pass out again.”
“Ah, right...” He moves closer to me again and playfully pokes my cheek. “What were you gonna tell me, like just a second ago?”
I sigh and look up at him, my hands touching the front of his t-shirt. “Before I say anything, just please promise me that you won’t get angry.”
Mike smirks slightly. “Baby, you know I can’t be mad at you… Unless you fucked Vic. Then that’s another story…”
My head shakes. “I didn’t… But I still need you to be serious for a few minutes.”
“You’re starting to scare me…”
“I was talking to my sister this morning and I told her about how I was sick yesterday.” I bite down on my bottom lip and inhale slowly, trying to slow my heartbeat. “She was joking about how it could be something other than being hung-over, and it got me nervous. So, when I went to the store earlier, I bought tests—”
“What kind of…tests?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Pregnancy tests.” I say slowly, waiting for some kind of reaction.
But there’s hardly any reaction. Mike just stares at me blankly, emotionless and unmoving. My eyes search his for something, but all I’m getting is a distant gaze. What the fuck does that mean? Am I supposed to read his mind?
“And…?” He asks quietly, his jaw obviously clenching.
I feel tears threatening to fall from my eyes, but I force them back and stare up at him. “I’m pregnant…” I murmur timidly.
Mike scoffs and immediately turns away from me, knocking his knuckles rhythmically on the tabletop. “Well, that’s fucking wonderful. Happy early birthday to me…”
My eyes lower and my voice starts to shake. “I didn’t do this on purpose.”
“Stop crying.” He mutters.
“Let me out of the booth.”
“No. We’re having an adult conversation and you’re going to stay there.”
“Mike, let me out of the fucking booth.” I sniffle quietly and push on his side.
“Why, Lana?!” He snaps, turning to me again. “Do you think that walking out of the fucking restaurant will erase the fact that there’s a baby in there? Do you think that leaving will take back all the times we’ve had sex?” He laughs uneasily. “Leaving doesn’t do shit in this situation, Lana.”
“I’m sorry, okay?!” I yell, making a couple across the restaurant look over. “I took my birth control everyday! I didn’t try to get pregnant!”
Mike touches his index finger to my lips. “Stop yelling… I believe you.” He says quietly.
“But you don’t want it.” I push his hand away and sniffle again. “Don’t pretend like you do.”
“Jesus Christ…” He sighs and rubs his forehead. “When the fuck did you become so negative? Why don’t you believe me, Lana?! I’m not the kind of guy who goes around saying he loves everyone!”
“But—”
“But nothing.” Mike reaches over, running his fingers through my hair. “Why won’t you believe me, Lana?”
“Because you h-have everything! You have fans, the guys, money… You travel around the world... Why would you want something get in the way of that?”
“If I’m having a baby with you, then none of that matters anymore. I’m old enough to realize that the love of my life and my child is more important than playing the drums and getting high.” His eyes search mine, as he wipes my tears away. “If I lose fans, then they can go fuck themselves. You’re my future now and I don’t care what any else thinks. I love you, Del Rey…”
A faint smile creeps across my lips and I lean up, throwing my arms around Mike’s neck. I kiss his shoulder and then press my face into his chest, closing my eyes calmly. “I love you more.”
“Impossible.” He smirks and gently rubs my lower back.
It’s about one hundred and two degrees, with the afternoon sun sitting high in the sky. The guys have just finished playing King For A Day and now Kellin takes his bow.
“Houston, how are we?” Vic yells into the microphone and flicks his sweaty hair out of his eyes. The crowd erupts into a mixture of different responses, and Vic laughs. “It’s so hard to believe that this is the last date on this year’s Warped Tour... I feel like we were in Seattle yesterday! Time fucking flies…”
Kellin trots backstage, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. He smiles and tugs gently on my long ponytail, before leaning against the table between Casey and I. “How’d we sound?”
“Perfect as usual.” I smirk and look back out at the stage.
“Before we play you guys out, I just want to let everyone in on a little secret…” Vic hops up onto the front of the stage and takes a sip from his water bottle. “This morning we were having a good old family breakfast with everyone. The crew, managers… Even Gabe Barham and Justin Hills snuck in for some waffles.” He smiles widely and I bite down on my bottom lip, worrying about what he’s going to say. I stand up and wander over to the edge of the stage, leaning against the wall.“ANYWAY…” Vic laughs quietly and hops off the edge of the stage, striding over to the drums. “This morning… I found out that I’m going to be an uncle.” He points to Mike, as scattered awing starts throughout the audience. “This loser back here, my brother, you guys know him as Mike?”
“Woo!” Mike smirks and stands up, moving out from behind the drums. He hops off the platform and throws an arm around Vic’s shoulders. “I think you’re gonna be a damn good uncle.”
“Hey, I’ll try my best.” Vic chuckles and leans forward, looking in my direction. “Lana, come on out here, beautiful!”
Great. Time to go stand in front of thousands of strangers. I roll my eyes and slowly make my way to the center of the stage. Vic is the first one to hug me. He holds me tightly for a few seconds and then pulls away. Then I turn and hug my arms around Mike’s waist. He smiles innocently and leans down, pressing his lips to my forehead.
The clapping turns to loud cheers, and I watch as Jaime adjusts the bass on his shoulder. “Oh, come on! You guys can be louder than that!” He chuckles.
The volume of everyone’s clapping and cheering and screaming is deafening, but all I can focus on is Mike. He smiles down at me and touches his hand to my belly, before pecking my lips. Then he pulls away and I grin, turning to the crowd and waving a bit.
I guess this is why the guys love performing. A crowd of thousands of strangers and they’re all waving and smiling, as if it’s the best day of their life. Everyone in this crowd comes from a different home, everyone has different problems and fears, but Pierce The Veil’s music brings them together.
These men have changed my life in such a small amount of time. Each member of the band is sweet and caring and passionate about everything they put their mind to. I love Michael Christopher Fuentes with all of my heart. And I know he will be an amazing father for our child.
“That’s mine!” I snatch it from his hands and then push it under my arm, as I continue to unpack the other bags.
He holds his hands up immediately and laughs. “Defensive much? What the hell’s in it? Tampons?”
I set the bag of solo cups down and turn back, laughing. I’m actually not sure why I’m laughing. Probably because I’m close to tears, delusional, and I have pregnancy tests under my arm. I wish there were tampons in this fucking bag.
“Don’t worry about it.” My awkward smile falls and Tony gives me a strange look.
“Are you okay, Lana?”
“Fine.” I take the chocolate milk jug out of the last bag and set it in the fridge. “Where’s Mike?”
“Him and Vic went to go do an interview before the signing.” Tony leans against the kitchen counter and watches me.
“An interview for what?” I ask as I throw beer bottle after beer bottle into the trashcan.
“Some store that has a tent here.” He shrugs, uninterestedly. “I don’t know they didn’t ask for me, so I don’t give a shit.”
“Where’s Jaime?”
“He said he wanted funnel cake at like eleven, and I haven’t seen him since.”
“He’s probably being raped by little girls.” I finish wiping down the counter and then toss the paper towel into the trashcan.
“Probably.” Tony sighs and then reaches over, messing up my hair. “Alright, little panda bear, I’m gonna head down to the tent by myself. Hopefully… I’ll run into a fellow member.”
“Hey, if no one comes, you’ll have the entire signing line to yourself.” I smile politely, but really I just want him to leave. I just want to be alone, so I can at least read the damn instructions on the pregnancy tests.
“Eh...” He opens the bus door. “No one would come if it were just me.”
Once the door is shut again, I turn and run back to the bathroom. My fingers flip on the light switch and I lock the door behind me. Then I dump the boxes into the sink and grab the closest one. My eyes scan the box carefully until they catch the ‘instructions inside’ bubble.
I rip the stupid pink box open and slide the folded piece of paper out, before leaning back against the wall. Biting down on my bottom lip, I read the steps carefully. Basically, I just have to pee on the goddamn stick, and then wait five to seven minutes. It’s simple, but I find myself just staring down at the white and purple stick.
Do I really have to do this? Why did I even buy this? There’s no way I could be pregnant! I’m on birth control for Christ’s sake. Mike and I have even used a condom…once or twice.
Sighing, I unbutton my shorts and then pull the purple cap off the pregnancy test. If I’m on birth control, I should have nothing to worry about. Let’s get this shit over with.
When I’m done, I pop the cap back onto the test and set it on the sink. Then I hide the boxes and go to lie down on Mike’s bunk. We haven’t slept on the bunk in nearly a month and a half. It was just too small for both of us. Now the fuckroom has permanently become Mike and I’s bedroom. Mike is one of the biggest bed hogs on the face of the planet, so having a bigger bed is appreciated.
I slowly close my eyes and remember the first thing Mike said to me. ‘I guess that’s what I get for buying white shoes. What the fuck was I thinking?’ Typical Mike Fuentes. It wasn’t the most romantic first words, but obviously it still means something to me. Ever since I met Mike, I can hardly remember anything my ex once said to me. Hell, I don’t even remember the color of his eyes.
The scary thing is that I don’t know what will happen to us, if I really am pregnant. I love Mike more than anything, but he’s one of the most unpredictable and spontaneous people I have ever met. There’s a chance he could burst into tears and there’s a chance he could burst into laughter. Personally, I know I could ruin his career. Pierce The Veil could lose fans over it, and I don’t want anything being ruined for these four amazing guys. They deserve everything they’ve worked for.
But Mike is the only guy that I have ever felt this comfortable around. From the moment we met, there was such a connection. I felt like I had known Mike my entire life. It was just so easy to fall in love with him. The guys too… They are like my brothers and I care for them so unbelievably much. At this point, I’m praying that I’m just a fucking hypochondriac, because I know with all of my heart that I can’t live without Jaime’s smile. I can’t live without Tony’s laugh. I can’t live without Vic’s hugs. And I can’t live without Mike.
I climb off the bunk and slowly walk to the bathroom. Breathing in shakily, I turn on the lights and reach for the pregnancy test.
“Lana?” Kellin calls from the front of the bus.
I look up from my phone and wipe stray tears from my chin. “Back here…”
“What the hell are you doing?” He laughs and trots back toward the bathroom, but slows down once I look up at him. “What happened?”
Hearing how calm he is, I erupt into tears again. “I-I didn’t know who else to call!”
“Hey, hey…” He sinks down to his knees in front of me and touches my face. “Calm down… What’s wrong?”
Sniffling uncontrollably, I look up at him. His big eyes are staring right back into mine. Seeing them reminds me of the picture of his daughter, Copeland. They are so much alike... To think that there is a baby in my stomach, and it’s apart of Mike, is just truly indescribable. When did it happen? How long has the baby been there?
“Lana, please tell me what’s wrong.” Kellin wipes another tear from my cheek, bringing me back to reality.
I sniffle quietly and reach down, pulling the pregnancy test out of my sweatshirt pocket. “I took three of them, Kellin….” I look down at the little purple plus sign and a tear drips onto my leg. “All of them said I was pregnant.”
“Oh.” He clears his throat quietly, unsure of what to say. “Well…”
“How did you react when Katelynne told you?” I ask, new tears rising in my eyes.
Kellin touches my chin and gently tilts my face up. Then he wipes my tears away with his other hand. “To be honest… I wasn’t expecting it. She told me and I swear, I almost pissed myself. I was constantly on tour and she had her hands full with her two sons. Plus, we weren’t even married yet.”
“W-Were you mad at her?”
He smirks a bit and shakes his head. “How could I be mad? I made the little monkey!”
The corners of my lips curl into a faint smile. “I just…” I sigh and set the pregnancy test down. “Everything happened too fast. I know he doesn’t want this, Kellin. At least not for awhile…”
“He loves you, Lana…”
“But his work is more important than me.” I shake my head. “I’m gonna ruin everything for all four of them.”
“Why do you say things like that?” Kellin leans back against the wall and watches me. “How old is Mike now, forty?”
I roll my eyes. “No.”
“Well, it’s about time he grows a pair, don’t you think?”
I sigh and press my head into the wall, staring up at the ceiling. “I just don’t want him to feel like he’s being pressured into something.”
Kellin shrugs. “I don’t know what more to tell you, Lana… I’m not Mike.”
“You’re awfully quiet tonight.” Mike kisses my temple and then looks down at his menu. He wanted to get Mexican food while we were in San Antonio, so here we are. The rest of the guys went to some bar, which I’m not complaining about. If I were to tell him, now would be the time to do it. We’re alone.
I shrug and fiddle with the edges of my menu. I don’t even know what kind of fucking food a pregnant person can order. “I…um… Sorry.” I smile up at him weakly. “Just a bit preoccupied.”
He smirks and folds the menu, before turning to face me. “With what exactly?”
“A lot.” I laugh nervously and intertwine my fingers with his. “I actually have something…um…important to tell you.”
He raises an eyebrow and goes to open his mouth, but a waiter appears at the head of our table. “Hey folks, sorry to interrupt, but can I start you off with something to drink?” He folds back a piece of paper on his little notebook and I roll my eyes.
Mike hums to himself, while scanning the back of the menu. “Um… I’ll have a Stella.”
“Bottle or on tap, sir?”
“So many choices…” He says sarcastically. “Bottle.”
The waiter then turns his attention to me and I swallow. “I’ll just have water.”
“Okay, I’ll bring those right out.”
Mike glances at me immediately. “You’re not getting a drink?”
My face suddenly feels hot. “N-No, just water. I don’t want to pass out again.”
“Ah, right...” He moves closer to me again and playfully pokes my cheek. “What were you gonna tell me, like just a second ago?”
I sigh and look up at him, my hands touching the front of his t-shirt. “Before I say anything, just please promise me that you won’t get angry.”
Mike smirks slightly. “Baby, you know I can’t be mad at you… Unless you fucked Vic. Then that’s another story…”
My head shakes. “I didn’t… But I still need you to be serious for a few minutes.”
“You’re starting to scare me…”
“I was talking to my sister this morning and I told her about how I was sick yesterday.” I bite down on my bottom lip and inhale slowly, trying to slow my heartbeat. “She was joking about how it could be something other than being hung-over, and it got me nervous. So, when I went to the store earlier, I bought tests—”
“What kind of…tests?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Pregnancy tests.” I say slowly, waiting for some kind of reaction.
But there’s hardly any reaction. Mike just stares at me blankly, emotionless and unmoving. My eyes search his for something, but all I’m getting is a distant gaze. What the fuck does that mean? Am I supposed to read his mind?
“And…?” He asks quietly, his jaw obviously clenching.
I feel tears threatening to fall from my eyes, but I force them back and stare up at him. “I’m pregnant…” I murmur timidly.
Mike scoffs and immediately turns away from me, knocking his knuckles rhythmically on the tabletop. “Well, that’s fucking wonderful. Happy early birthday to me…”
My eyes lower and my voice starts to shake. “I didn’t do this on purpose.”
“Stop crying.” He mutters.
“Let me out of the booth.”
“No. We’re having an adult conversation and you’re going to stay there.”
“Mike, let me out of the fucking booth.” I sniffle quietly and push on his side.
“Why, Lana?!” He snaps, turning to me again. “Do you think that walking out of the fucking restaurant will erase the fact that there’s a baby in there? Do you think that leaving will take back all the times we’ve had sex?” He laughs uneasily. “Leaving doesn’t do shit in this situation, Lana.”
“I’m sorry, okay?!” I yell, making a couple across the restaurant look over. “I took my birth control everyday! I didn’t try to get pregnant!”
Mike touches his index finger to my lips. “Stop yelling… I believe you.” He says quietly.
“But you don’t want it.” I push his hand away and sniffle again. “Don’t pretend like you do.”
“Jesus Christ…” He sighs and rubs his forehead. “When the fuck did you become so negative? Why don’t you believe me, Lana?! I’m not the kind of guy who goes around saying he loves everyone!”
“But—”
“But nothing.” Mike reaches over, running his fingers through my hair. “Why won’t you believe me, Lana?”
“Because you h-have everything! You have fans, the guys, money… You travel around the world... Why would you want something get in the way of that?”
“If I’m having a baby with you, then none of that matters anymore. I’m old enough to realize that the love of my life and my child is more important than playing the drums and getting high.” His eyes search mine, as he wipes my tears away. “If I lose fans, then they can go fuck themselves. You’re my future now and I don’t care what any else thinks. I love you, Del Rey…”
A faint smile creeps across my lips and I lean up, throwing my arms around Mike’s neck. I kiss his shoulder and then press my face into his chest, closing my eyes calmly. “I love you more.”
“Impossible.” He smirks and gently rubs my lower back.
It’s about one hundred and two degrees, with the afternoon sun sitting high in the sky. The guys have just finished playing King For A Day and now Kellin takes his bow.
“Houston, how are we?” Vic yells into the microphone and flicks his sweaty hair out of his eyes. The crowd erupts into a mixture of different responses, and Vic laughs. “It’s so hard to believe that this is the last date on this year’s Warped Tour... I feel like we were in Seattle yesterday! Time fucking flies…”
Kellin trots backstage, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. He smiles and tugs gently on my long ponytail, before leaning against the table between Casey and I. “How’d we sound?”
“Perfect as usual.” I smirk and look back out at the stage.
“Before we play you guys out, I just want to let everyone in on a little secret…” Vic hops up onto the front of the stage and takes a sip from his water bottle. “This morning we were having a good old family breakfast with everyone. The crew, managers… Even Gabe Barham and Justin Hills snuck in for some waffles.” He smiles widely and I bite down on my bottom lip, worrying about what he’s going to say. I stand up and wander over to the edge of the stage, leaning against the wall.“ANYWAY…” Vic laughs quietly and hops off the edge of the stage, striding over to the drums. “This morning… I found out that I’m going to be an uncle.” He points to Mike, as scattered awing starts throughout the audience. “This loser back here, my brother, you guys know him as Mike?”
“Woo!” Mike smirks and stands up, moving out from behind the drums. He hops off the platform and throws an arm around Vic’s shoulders. “I think you’re gonna be a damn good uncle.”
“Hey, I’ll try my best.” Vic chuckles and leans forward, looking in my direction. “Lana, come on out here, beautiful!”
Great. Time to go stand in front of thousands of strangers. I roll my eyes and slowly make my way to the center of the stage. Vic is the first one to hug me. He holds me tightly for a few seconds and then pulls away. Then I turn and hug my arms around Mike’s waist. He smiles innocently and leans down, pressing his lips to my forehead.
The clapping turns to loud cheers, and I watch as Jaime adjusts the bass on his shoulder. “Oh, come on! You guys can be louder than that!” He chuckles.
The volume of everyone’s clapping and cheering and screaming is deafening, but all I can focus on is Mike. He smiles down at me and touches his hand to my belly, before pecking my lips. Then he pulls away and I grin, turning to the crowd and waving a bit.
I guess this is why the guys love performing. A crowd of thousands of strangers and they’re all waving and smiling, as if it’s the best day of their life. Everyone in this crowd comes from a different home, everyone has different problems and fears, but Pierce The Veil’s music brings them together.
These men have changed my life in such a small amount of time. Each member of the band is sweet and caring and passionate about everything they put their mind to. I love Michael Christopher Fuentes with all of my heart. And I know he will be an amazing father for our child.
I love this so much !!<3
1/21/14