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Somebody's Supposed To Fall In Love

Last Seen in San Francisco

“What the fuck is this?” Mike lifts his sunglasses up and grabs my bottle of juice from the pile of candy and magazines I had just bought. He’s half lying and half sitting on the airport seats, in a pair of camouflage jeans and a plain black sweatshirt.
“It’s juice.” I take it from his hand and rest it back on the pile.
His face scrunches up. “Why is it green?”
“Because, my little baby boy…” Giggling, I move over to pinch his cheeks. “It’s healthy! There’s Mango, Apple, Banana, Kiwi, and Pineapple in it…”
He groans and pushes my hands away. “Sounds disgusting.”
I reach down and pick up a big bag gummy bears, before tossing them onto his chest. “God forbid you eat anything healthy…”
Mike’s eyes light up and he immediately rips open the bag. “You’re the best!”
“Yeah, yeah.” I roll my eyes and lean back against the seats, hugging his waist gently.
He shoves some of the gummy bears into his mouth and then turns to look down at me. “How much money did you take from your account?”
“About four-thousand...” I murmur, nuzzling my face into his sweatshirt. His cologne smells so damn good.
“What’s wrong?” Mike wraps one of his arms around my shoulders and pulls me closer.
“Nothing! I’m just tired...” I smile faintly.
“I have that effect, don’t I?” He grins and holds a red gummy bear out in front of my lips. “Want one?”
I move forward to take it, but he jerks back and eats the tiny bear before I can. I sit up and punch his side gently. “You’re such a dick!”
“Lana Del Rey…” He sighs dramatically and reaches back into the bag again. “Just cause I have a dick, doesn’t mean you can call me one. I don’t go around calling you a pussy, do I?”
“Excuse me, are you Mike Fuentes?”
Mike and I both turn and stare at a young girl with choppy black hair. Her bright blue eyes widen when she gets a full view of Mike’s face. He just sighs and sits up a bit straighter. I’m not even famous and I know this is against the rules. You never interrupt a star when they are in the middle of a conversation or accompanied by someone else. You have to wait until they look like they are available to sign things and take pictures. “Um… Yeah. I am.”
She claps her hands happily and pulls her phone out. “Can I get a picture with you?”
He nods and stands up, fixing his sweatshirt. “Lana, I’m sorry. Can you take it?”
“Sure…” I take the phone, standing up as well. I’m wearing a pair of black leggings that look like they’ve been bleached in certain spots, a loose black tank top, three necklaces, and a matching pair of black combat boots. My long hair is extra wavy and down to the middle of my back.
The girl hands me her iPhone and eyes me curiously. Yeah. That’s right bitch. Take it in. I hold her phone up. “Ready?”
Mike makes a randomly stupid face as usual, but the girl just smiles plainly. I hand the phone back and Mike steps away from her. “Have a good trip home.”
“Thank you so much!” She giggles flirtatiously and then glances at me one more time, before striding in the opposite direction.
I glare back at her, my eyes lowered as she watches me. So this is what it’s like to feel defensive, huh? It’s an odd feeling.

Mike’s arms are wrapped loosely around my neck, as we wait for my suitcases to come around the conveyor belt. It’s almost two o’clock and I’m starving. “Can we get something to eat before we leave?”
He leans down and pushes my long hair to one side, before kissing my neck softly. “Why, is my little chica hungry?”
I lean back against his body and nod.
“You should’ve eaten the gummy bears I offered you, silly goose.” He says with a fake lisp.
“You gave me the green ones. They’re disgusting.” I roll my eyes. “I only like the clear and red ones.”
“Don’t be so racist, Lana!” He kisses behind my left ear and then nudges me forward. “Look! There’s one of your bags.”
Laughing, I trot over to the conveyor belt with Mike trailing a few steps behind. My biggest suitcase is moving toward us now. It contains most of my clothes and a few pairs of shoes. Probably my Toms and my Vans. I grab the top handle with both of my hands and tug, trying to coax the suitcase out before it pulls me down the conveyor belt as well. Although even with all of my strength, it doesn’t budge. I pull again and Mike scoffs from behind.
“Step aside, weakling. If you’re going to be traveling with us, you might need to lift or something...” He moves next to me and follows the suitcase, trying to hoist it up. It budges slightly but stays still.
I smirk. “Because I’m sure you lift…”
“What the fuck is in this? Stones?” He pulls again, this time tipping the suitcase onto the ground and jumping back obnoxiously, to avoid it landing on his feet.
“So manly…” I bust into laughter and stand the suitcase upright. “I like clothes, okay?” Then I point to another bag coming toward us. “My makeup, babe.”
“Tell me how heavy this one is, so I can flex first.” Mike mutters as he bends down to pick it up.
“Not that bad.” I smirk, sitting on the top of my suitcase and watching as his boxers poke out of his jeans.
“Put your back into it, Michael!” Jaime’s voice erupts from the automatic sliding doors. I turn to the left and see Jaime, Vic, and Tony walking toward us. Tony’s stares in my direction and smirks, before elbowing Vic and whispering something to him. I wonder what they’re going to or already are thinking of me?
Mike grabs my makeup bag easily and then hands me it. “I got the suitcase, babe. You can carry your face paint.”
I scoff. “You keep making fun of me and I’ll never suck your co—”
He presses his palm to my mouth and smiles apologetically. “Baby, I’m just joking. You’re beautiful...” Then he strokes his fingers over my cheeks and turns back around, as the remaining three-fourths of Pierce The Veil strolls over.
I just stand there, distantly. Baby? Did he just call me baby?
Jaime wraps an arm around Mike’s shoulders and grins up at him. “I missed you boo bear. I hope you realize that.”
Tony and Vic are suddenly in front of me. Vic is in black jeans, a white tee, a denim shirt over top, and a gray beanie. Tony wears a pair of tan shorts, a Diamond tank top, and a snapback. I smile, feeling my cheeks go pink. Pierce The Veil. Holy shit. Am I really going on tour with these guys? I’ve been blasting their music in my room for years. I never thought I’d have the opportunity to meet them, let alone fall in love with the drummer. Fuck. I’ve got to stop thinking about that four-letter word. It’s nothing but bad news.
I extend my hand to Vic, smiling widely. “I’m Lana.”
“Just a handshake?” He smiles back, but steps closer, enveloping my body in his arms. “I don’t think so.”
I hug him back tightly and laugh, before pulling away. “Sorry! I didn’t want to creep anyone out and attack them with a hug.”
Tony steps forward, fixing his snapback and smirking. “My lady… I believe we met on FaceTime.” He reaches for my hand, making me laugh.
“Good to see you again.”
“I would kiss your hand, but Mike will probably try to strangle me again.”
My eyes widen, but I continue to laugh. “Is that what all the noise was on FaceTime? You two were strangling each other?”
He shrugs his shoulders slowly. “There’s a slight possibility.”
“Well, it’s good to see you packed enough to clothe a small African population.” Jaime mutters, taking my makeup bag from under my arm.
I roll my eyes and then jump up, wrapping my arms around Jaime’s neck. “I missed you!”
“I can’t say the same thing.” He raises an eyebrow and bites on the inside of his cheeks, obviously trying not to laugh. But his pudgy cheeks from a wide smile and he hugs me tightly, before tossing Tony my makeup bag and throwing me over his shoulder. I gasp and grab onto the material of his t-shirt for balance. “I can’t begin to explain how much I’m going to make you pay for stealing my Mikey away.” Jaime holds my legs tightly and starts toward the doors.
“Sorry… You can only pretend to be gay for so long…” Mike says as he follows us, rolling my suitcase along. Tony trots after us and Vic walks, typing something on his iPhone.
“So you’re bisexual?” Jaime chuckles. “You think you know a guy…”
“Don’t listen to him.” Mike smirks, trying to pull me from Jaime’s shoulder. “Put her the fuck down before you drop her!”
Jaime sets me down and then I intertwine my fingers with Mike’s. “Aw…” Vic smiles evilly and separates us. “You two are in the honeymoon phase… It’s too cute for my eyes.” He claps his hand to Mike’s back. “My baby brother… I might have to give you the talk soon.”
“Because we all know that Mom and Dad never did.” Mike grins and shoves his brother away. Vic then reaches into his pocket and pulls out car keys. He pops the trunk of a van and I go to follow Mike. “I’m fine…” He murmurs. “Go get in, alright?”
I smile up at him and nod, before he tilts my chin up and presses his lips to mine. After a few seconds, I pull away and turn to get into the van.
Jaime sits up in the passenger seat and talks to Vic, as we wait for Mike. I climb in next to Tony and he smiles. “Did your parents willingly let you come or did you just leave?”
I think for a few seconds. “Well… Mike met my dad and they got along. My mom is a bitch, so I didn’t really care that she didn’t care.”
“Interesting.”
Mike walks over to the door and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, before setting one between his lips. “Vic, did you stop in at home today?”
“Yeah.” He turns around in the seat. “I slept there last night, why?”
“How is Victor?” Mike takes a long inhale and then slowly exhales smoke.
“Fine.”
“Vivian?”
Vic smirks. “She wants to meet Lana.”
Mike climbs into the van, going back to the last row of seats. He rolls the window down and then kicks his feet up. “Of course she does.”
I lean back and smile. “Can I have one?”
“No.” He flicks the cigarette against the window’s edge, letting some of the ash fall to the ground as the car rolls ahead. “I said I didn’t want you smoking cigs.”
“Okay, Mom.” I flip him off, before turn back to Tony.
“Jaime, tell them about the list!” Tony says, with a mischievous smile.
Grinning, Jaime moves around in his seat and leans over the center console. “Okay, so since we have a girl staying with us now, Tony and I came up with a few rules.”
“Just to let you guys know, Jaime and Tony spent a good forty-five minutes on the list this morning.” Vic smirks as he drives. “And I had absolutely nothing to do with it.”
“Shut up, Victor.” Tony laughs and then turns to me. “Rule number one. Since you and Mike are romantically involved…”
“Most of the fucking has to happen in the back room. We don’t want you guys to be fucking away on the top bunk, when everyone is trying to sleep after a show.” Jaime points to Mike and then me.
“What’s the back room?” I raise an eyebrow and pull my long hair to one side.
“The fuckroom.” Mike clears his throat and sits up, leaning against the back of my seat. “It’s just a big bed that Jaime frequently uses.”
“I do not.” Jaime rolls his eyes. “Anyway… Rule number two! Since you are a female, we realize that you go through a few days of excessive blood loss.”
Tony gags dramatically. “All that we ask is that you dispose of your trash appropriately. If I see any of your blood, I will vomit.”
Behind me, Mike laughs quietly and then touches his fingertips to my neck. I just sit there, unsure of whether to laugh of feel awkward.
“Third rule!” Tony grins. “You have to cook for us at least once a week.”
I start to laugh. “I seriously can’t cook…”
“I’ll help her…” Mike mumbles.
“Good idea.” Jaime points to Mike. “Women do belong in the kitchen.”
“Oh, fuck all of you…” Mike smirks and then leans back in his seat again.
“That’s basically all of the rules.” Tony shrugs. “Although we did all agree to take care of you against all of the insanely jealous fans and death threats coming your way…”
I bite down on my bottom lip. “Well, I don’t have Twitter… Do you think I’ll still get them?”
“Guys, don’t scare her.” Vic sighs and turns at an intersection. “Lana, you’ll be fine. They’re just fucking with you.”
Jaime nods. “He’s right. You’ll be fine. I actually just stopped at Wal-Mart earlier and bought you one of those monkey leashes! When we play I’ll just hand the leash over to someone backstage and Mike won’t have to worry about an angry fan stealing you.”
“Yes!” I say, laughing sarcastically. “I’ve always wanted to get one of those things.”
“Maybe Mike can even borrow it for something more kinky.”
“Tony, shut the fuck up.” Mike gently presses a foot to the back of Tony’s head. “I’m so close to kicking your fat ass.”
“Oh, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” Tony swats his foot away.
“They’re not… You’re just on my goddamn nerves. Come here, baby…” Mike whines childishly and holds his arms out.
I smile faintly and move around to the back seats, where Mike wraps his arms around my waist as I crawl next to him. “You okay?” I pull his sunglasses off and slide them onto my face.
He nods gently and pokes my cheek, talking loud enough for only me to hear. “Just tired... I’m gonna take a nap when we get back to the bus. Then we’ll go out for dinner with everyone.”
“Okay.” I kiss his lips gently and then wrap my arms around him. “Fall asleep now… I’ll wake you up.”

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.