Somebody's Supposed To Fall In Love
Intoxication, Paranoia, and a Lot of Fame
“Get up you little fuckers!” Someone sings and runs over to our bunk, shaking Mike. “WE HAVE A SHOW TODAY!” My eyes open just as Jaime rips our covers off.
Mike groans loudly. “Go the fuck away, I’m sleeping!”
“Aw, grumpy pants and his drunken sunshine are awake!” Vic strolls over with his toothbrush in his mouth.
“Are you wearing pants, Lana?” Jaime asks as he takes a sip of water.
I tug the shirt down further. “No…”
Jaime smirks and then walks away. “You and Tony would make a great pair. He also sleeps without pants...”
Mike sighs and reaches onto the ground for his phone. “It’s almost ten.” He murmurs, rolling around to face me. “We have a signing at twelve-thirty and it goes until one… Do you want to come or stay here and help some of the guys set up?”
“I want to go with you guys…” I smile before yawning loudly and touching his face. “I don’t know any of the other people yet, so it’d be awkward.”
Mike presses his hand to my forehead smirks, pushing me away. “You’re breath stinks.”
“You’re so mean!” I purposely inch closer to him. “Yours doesn’t exactly smell like roses either.”
“Better than roses! My breath smells like chocolate cake.”
“Maybe if the chocolate cake was combination of whiskey, weed, and cigarettes…”
He sits up and reaches over, swiftly pinning my hands above my head. “Be a nice kitty…” Mike then straddles my waist and leans down, pressing his lips to mine. I smirk over his lips and try to lean up more, but he forces me down to the mattress again and kisses under my jaw.
My eyes close in pleasure, as I feel his lips begin to suck at my skin. Mike’s hands release mine and then sluggishly slide down to my sides and to my bare legs. He sucks harder and I exhale loudly, my fingers moving into his hair.
“What’re we doing?” Tony asks curiously and strides over to his bed, his hair still damp from a shower. “Last time I checked, this was not the fuckroom…”
I press my hands to Mike’s bare chest and he pouts, pulling away with puppy dog eyes. “I wasn’t finished.”
“What do you mean?” I smirk and trace my fingers over the colorful heart tattoo on his chest.
He grazes his fingertips over the spot on my neck and smiles childishly. “It won’t be that noticeable.”
“What?” My eyes widen in annoyance. “You didn’t?”
“Oh… I did.”
“Goddammit!” I shove him back and then stand up, walking into the bathroom. Forming on the sensitive skin under my jaw is a red circle, a hickey, somewhat in the shape of Mike’s mouth. “That is so trashy…” I groan loudly.
Mike wanders in behind me and squeezes my butt. “Calm down, I’m just claiming my territory. If you’re going to be wandering around with a backstage pass, I don’t want other guys getting too cozy.”
I scoff and turn the sink on, getting ready to brush my teeth. “Territory?” I say, with half of my pink toothbrush hanging from my mouth. “Please. You might as well get me a pair of shorts with Fuentes printed on the ass.”
“Do they really exist?” He grabs his toothbrush as well and nudges my hip with his, scooting me over slightly.
“Probably.” I roll my eyes and spit into the sink. “Considering I’ve seen iPhone covers with Vic’s face on them, I’m sure your groupies have made shorts.”
“Then I’ll have to ask where I can find a pair.” He starts brushing his teeth quickly. “First, I need to find a joint…” He spits toothpaste into the sink and rinses the brush. “Maybe two.”
“Shouldn’t you have smoked before you brushed your teeth?” I ask as I go over to turn the shower on.
“Nah.” He watches as I pull my long hair out of a bun and then slide my t-shirt off.
I glance over at him and cover my breasts. “Get out! I’d like to take a shower without the threat of getting another hickey.”
He holds his hands up defensively and backs up. “They’re love bites. And if jealous, little teenaged girls come up to you and ask about me, tell them we have wild animal sex and actually dress up in tiger costumes. I’m sure they’ll love to hear that!”
Laughing at his words, I close the bathroom door. Then I hop into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of my hangover.
“Sorcerer’s Stone.” Mike tosses a cigarette onto the asphalt.
“Chamber of Secrets.”
“Prisoner of Azkaban.”
I move ahead of him and turn back around, so that I’m walking backwards. “Goblet of Fire.
“Uh…”
“I win!” I say, giggling and turning back around.
“Nope!” Mike suddenly steps forward and wraps his arms around my waist, throwing me over his shoulder. “Order of Phoenix.”
I squeal happily and giggle, holding onto his white shirt tightly. “Half-Blood Prince!”
“Deathly Hallows.”
“You’re perfect…” I smile to myself as Vic holds the parking lot gate open for Mike and I, Tony, and Jaime, who’s talking on the phone behind us.
“I am pretty amazing, aren’t I?
“I guess, but I’m more amazing...”
Mike adjusts his grip on the back of my thighs. “Which is why we make a impeccable pair.”
“Impeccable? Nice word choice!” Tony laughs from our left. “Was it on your word of the day calendar, Mikey?”
I smirk and listen, as loud music comes from all directions. It’s almost twelve-thirty now, so bands have already started playing on the different stages. Mike rubs my lower back gently, his fingers occasionally getting tangled in the long fringe at the bottom of my cropped American flag shirt. He continues to hold me until we near our tent. Mike then sets me down, due to a screaming crowd of fans starting to push. I know I’m not apart of Pierce The Veil, but it’s weird, being surrounded by a bunch of clapping, singing, and screaming fans. It’s also weird to realize some of them are pointing and giggling at Mike. What if Mike thinks one of the girls is prettier than me? Would he dump me all together and start flirting with the other girl…?
“Lana, keep going...” Jaime pushes his fingers between my shoulder blades and I come back into reality, before quickly stumbling past the fans.
The four guys sink into their own chair and the line starts to move immediately. I lean against the tent pole, while watching Mike sign phones, shoes, arms, posters, shirts, etc. He’s sweet and says a few words to each of the kids before they move onto Vic and then Tony and Jaime. The fans bring them tons of gifts. There’s stuffed animals, drawings, candy, pictures, anything that they’ve heard a member of Pierce The Veil enjoys. I personally find it interesting. If this happens at every concert, where do they keep all this shit?
After a few minutes, Mike turns back and smiles innocently. Then he motions for me to come sit down and scoots over on the chair, so that we can share it.
“What do you need help with? I can’t forge your signature yet.” I grin and sink down next to him. Only one of my butt cheeks fits on my small half of chair, so I have to lean against the table leg for support.
“Just help me by being here… Or I’m going to fucking kill myself…” Mike smirks and reaches under the table, sneakily circling one of his index fingers on the inside of my thighs. My cheeks go red, but I smile as if nothing happened, when a group of girls move in front of us. I must admit, they’re not that attractive. Pretty plain, if you ask me.
“How are we doing today, ladies?” Mike grins and quickly removes the tip of his finger from the inside of my shorts.
The girl closest to the table has her messy blonde hair in a bun. She must’ve come from another band’s set, because she, like all three of them, looks a bit disheveled. “Could you sign my phone case?” She pulls a white case off her iPhone and then sets it down on the table for him.
Mike nods and reopens a sharpie. “What’s your name?”
“Maria.” She smirks.
He nods again, while signing his name. Then he hands it back to her and immediately turns away, looking for the next thing to sign. Inside, I’m laughing my ass off. It wasn’t just her. Mike is hardly paying attention to most of these flirtatious smiles. As a matter of fact, none of them are. Jaime and Tony and chuckling away with some of the fans, but not one of them return the flirting. I guess they’re used to it.
“Hey man!” Mike says to a younger boy, who’s headed up the line. “How’re you doing?”
“Great! I came here with my older sister to see you guys play today…” The boy says, a huge smile plastered across his lips. “But mostly you, because I’m a drummer and I really look up to you.”
“Wow, really?” Mike’s eyes widen in surprise. “That’s so sick… I really appreciate that.”
I smile and lean in, hugging my arms around Mike’s waist. Then I press my lips to his shoulder, before hiding my face in his arm. The boy kind of reminds me of Gemma. I haven’t called her yet. Alex and I have texted, but I want to see how Gemma’s been doing. I guess I’ll call later tonight.
“Don’t ever give this up.” The boy says. “Seeing you up there keeps pushing me to be a better drummer.”
“I would never give it up!” Mike moves his arm slightly and I look up as they shake hands. “We do it for you guys... Have fun watching us.”
“Are you the girl Jaime posted a picture of on Instagram?” I look away from Mike, my eyes suddenly connecting with a girl who has bright red hair.
“Erm…” My eyes lower. “I’m not sure…”
She raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “It was a picture of you and Mike passed out in a car.”
Next to me, Mike laughs and begins to sign something for another woman. “Lana, I’d be surprised if you could remember anything from last night.”
My cheeks blush. “I’m gonna kill him.”
“It’s his idea of a good time. Don’t take it personally, beautiful…” He rests an arm over my shoulders.
The girl rolls her eyes at the sight of Mike and I’s contact and then slides a slip of paper in front of Mike, before moving toward Vic.
He scoffs sarcastically. “I wonder what this piece of paper could be…?” Mike carefully unfolds the paper, until ten digits are staring up at us. I lower my eyes and watch him for a reaction. He just sighs and grabs my hand, gently resting the number in my palm. “Don’t give me that look! I can’t help that they all want my dick.”
“Oh, please… I’m not giving you a look.” I smirk and pop open the sharpie cap, before touching it to the back of his shoulder. “Because I know that as long as I’m here, I’m the only one getting it.”
“Ooh, you’re getting defensive over me already, aren’t you?” He starts to laugh playfully.
“At least I’m not leaving red marks all over your skin!”
“Well, what’re you doing then, signing your name?” Mike asks, trying to look back as I slide the sharpie tip over his skin.
“Nope. Giving you another tattoo…”
It’s around two-thirty and Mike’s sipping from my water bottle and a can of beer, while holding a piece of pizza in his other hand. I’m sitting at the picnic table in front of the bus, holding my phone to my ear. My adorable little sister, Gemma, is on the other line chattering away. Her and Alex apparently went to the pier last night and they went on the big Ferris wheel. That was one thing I would never take Gemma on, because I’m deathly afraid of Ferris wheels.
“Can I talk to Mikey?” Gemma giggles.
I smile. “Oh, so you’d rather talk to Mike and not your own sister?”
“Yes!”
“Fine, bye…” I roll my eyes and hold the phone out for him. Mike raises an eyebrow, but takes the phone.
“Hello?” His lips immediately curl into a smile and he sets his pizza down, before standing up. “How has my little lady been?” Mike chuckles and then walks onto the bus, leaving with my phone and his beer.
Sighing, I lean over and take the last chunk of his pizza. Then I stand up as well and go over to the other bus that travels with us. I’m pretty sure it pulls the equipment and is home to crew guys, but I saw Vic and Tony walk over there earlier, so I want to see.
Vic is pacing back and forth outside the trailer, a pair of headphones on top of his ears. Tony is holding a beer and talking with Jaime and another guy, as they point to a wall of guitars.
“Where the hell is Mike?” A guy with light brown hair asks, as he kneels down by a drum set.
I stride over to him, smiling slightly. Hopefully he’s nice. I don’t want him thinking I’m an escaped groupie or something. “Mike’s on the phone. He’ll be out soon.”
The guy looks up, with a cigarette between his lips, and raises an eyebrow, as he looks me up and down. “On the phone with who, malady?”
“My little sister.”
“Oh.” He smirks and leans back. “So you’re Lana, huh?”
Obviously, Mike has spoken about me to everyone. I raise an eyebrow curiously. “Yeah, and you are? Mike hasn’t said anything about you.”
He stands up and tosses what’s left of his cigarette onto the asphalt. “I’m Casey Ervin.” He says, as he extends a hand. “I help Mike with the drums… You know, make sure everything is clean and in good condition before the show starts.”
I shake his hand and smile. “Well, good for you.”
He nods and steps around to the spot where Mike would sit. “Want to help me? Or do you literally have no idea what you’re doing?”
Smiling, I shrug and touch the sleek metal edges on the drum set. “I’d like to learn how to help him, I guess... I want him to be happy that I’m interested in his drums.”
“Well, grab a beer and come on over.”
Mike, Tony, Vic, and Jaime are laughing backstage. I’m leaning against the wall, playing with the lanyard around my neck, as the four of them take shots of whiskey before going on. Mike turns to me, before jogging over and embracing me in his long arms. “Lana Del Rey, I’m nervous…”
I smile and hug back with all my strength. “You guys are gonna be perfect as usual… Why would you be nervous?”
“Yeah, but you’re here now.” He touches his fingers to my chin and then looks into my brown eyes. “I have to be perfect for my girlfriend.”
My cheeks blush slightly. “Why’d you say it like that?”
He grins and kisses my forehead. “Because you were as drunk as a skunk last night and you asked me some interesting questions. One of them involved our relationship status.”
“Oh, god…” I roll my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
He runs his fingers through my hair and then shakes his head. “Why are you sorry? I answered it as truthfully as a drunk man could.” Mike smirks. “You are my girlfriend and I intend to keep it that way.”
“Do you really?” I smirk back and reach up, touching my fingers to the front of his black tank top.
“Yes ma’am.” Mike then leans down, swiftly smacking his lips against mine, before pulling away and following Jaime and Tony onto the stage. There’s an eruption of screaming from the crowd, who has been patiently waiting to hear Pierce The Veil. A week ago, that was me. I was nothing but a face in the crowd.
Vic takes a swig from the whiskey bottle, kisses my forehead and then runs onto stage with his guitar.
The big bed under us is shaking and there’s music blasting from the docking station on the nightstand. We’ve been moaning in here for nearly thirty minutes, actually, since as soon they were done playing. I took one look at him and was turned on like a lamp. How could a post-show Mike Fuentes not turn someone on? He’s sweaty, touchy, in a good mood, and full of adrenaline. Of course, he didn’t mind me asking to go have sex, but maybe the rest of the guys minded, considering they had to clean up without Mike’s help.
Mike releases my one hip and presses his palm to my stomach. “Fuck! Stop! Stop… G-Get a condom!” He pants.
“No…” I whine, while still slowing moving and resting my hands on his chest. “Please! A few more seconds… I’m on birth control.”
“I’m not…asking…” He pushes his head into the pillow and closes his eyes, his jaw clenching. “Stop, babe… Seriously!”
“Fine!” I groan and hit his chest, before pulling away and climbing off the bed. Against Mike’s wishes, I have Sleeping With Sirens’ new album playing from my iPod. It’s kind of odd making the drummer of Pierce The Veil listen to Sleeping with Sirens while he has sex, but I don’t care. I like a lot of the songs and lot of them are good for sex.
I trot over to one of the drawers and search through the different boxes of condoms. “Which one?”
“I don’t care… Just hurry up.” He rubs his palms to his face.
“You’re so demanding.” Smirking, I roll my eyes and shut the drawer.
Just as I go to turn, the door opens and I freeze. Tony and Vic stand in the doorway. When their eyes focus, both their jaws drop.
“Holy shit…” Tony grins and my hands immediately move up to cover my breasts. Vic just goes red.
“The door’s closed for a fucking reason, you fucking idiots!” Mike screams and throws one of the pillows at Tony hard. “GET OUT!” This is kind of funny, because I know that if Mike had on pants, he’d beat the shit out of Tony and Vic. But his pants are lying on the floor by mine.
But them seeing me naked honestly does not embarrass me. I think I look good naked, and it’s obviously not their first time seeing a girl without clothes on. It’s just the fact of Vic being Mike’s brother that’s a bit awkward. That, and also Tony’s reaction. He’ll probably be talking about this for the rest of the week, if not longer.
“Get the fuck out!” I yell angrily and grasp the edge of the door, pushing it shut and even hitting Vic’s foot with it. Then I turn back to Mike and throw the condom at him. “Did you forget something?”
“I was paying attention to you… I must’ve forgot to lock it...” He says, putting on an innocent expression. “I’m sorry!”
“I SAW HER TITS!” Tony screams from the other side of the door. “Holy fuck… I can die now.”
Mike rolls his eyes and rips the condom wrapper open, as I climb back onto the bed. “Great… They’re gonna tell Jaime and Casey and Johnny and everyone else!”
“Oh, hush...” He leans up and presses his lips to mine, smirking a bit. “At least everyone is getting to know each other. It’s called bonding, Lana…”
“Not really…” I run my fingers through his sweaty hair. “Unless bonding includes picturing me while they jack off tonight.”
“Ew, god! Just stop talking.” Mike hugs my waist and rolls over, while kissing my neck.
Giggling, I nod and wrap my legs around him. “Yes, sir…”
He slowly stops and nuzzles against my collarbones. “What do you want to do when we get on the road?”
“Hmm…” I smile playfully. “Well, how long’s the drive tonight?”
“I don’t know.” Mike murmurs. “We’re headed to Phoenix and then Las Vegas tomorrow night.”
“Fine…” I close my eyes and continue to play with his wet hair. “Let’s just watch a movie later. Then we’ll cook dinner for everyone tomorrow night. We’ll do something fun in Las Vegas...”
Mike groans loudly. “Go the fuck away, I’m sleeping!”
“Aw, grumpy pants and his drunken sunshine are awake!” Vic strolls over with his toothbrush in his mouth.
“Are you wearing pants, Lana?” Jaime asks as he takes a sip of water.
I tug the shirt down further. “No…”
Jaime smirks and then walks away. “You and Tony would make a great pair. He also sleeps without pants...”
Mike sighs and reaches onto the ground for his phone. “It’s almost ten.” He murmurs, rolling around to face me. “We have a signing at twelve-thirty and it goes until one… Do you want to come or stay here and help some of the guys set up?”
“I want to go with you guys…” I smile before yawning loudly and touching his face. “I don’t know any of the other people yet, so it’d be awkward.”
Mike presses his hand to my forehead smirks, pushing me away. “You’re breath stinks.”
“You’re so mean!” I purposely inch closer to him. “Yours doesn’t exactly smell like roses either.”
“Better than roses! My breath smells like chocolate cake.”
“Maybe if the chocolate cake was combination of whiskey, weed, and cigarettes…”
He sits up and reaches over, swiftly pinning my hands above my head. “Be a nice kitty…” Mike then straddles my waist and leans down, pressing his lips to mine. I smirk over his lips and try to lean up more, but he forces me down to the mattress again and kisses under my jaw.
My eyes close in pleasure, as I feel his lips begin to suck at my skin. Mike’s hands release mine and then sluggishly slide down to my sides and to my bare legs. He sucks harder and I exhale loudly, my fingers moving into his hair.
“What’re we doing?” Tony asks curiously and strides over to his bed, his hair still damp from a shower. “Last time I checked, this was not the fuckroom…”
I press my hands to Mike’s bare chest and he pouts, pulling away with puppy dog eyes. “I wasn’t finished.”
“What do you mean?” I smirk and trace my fingers over the colorful heart tattoo on his chest.
He grazes his fingertips over the spot on my neck and smiles childishly. “It won’t be that noticeable.”
“What?” My eyes widen in annoyance. “You didn’t?”
“Oh… I did.”
“Goddammit!” I shove him back and then stand up, walking into the bathroom. Forming on the sensitive skin under my jaw is a red circle, a hickey, somewhat in the shape of Mike’s mouth. “That is so trashy…” I groan loudly.
Mike wanders in behind me and squeezes my butt. “Calm down, I’m just claiming my territory. If you’re going to be wandering around with a backstage pass, I don’t want other guys getting too cozy.”
I scoff and turn the sink on, getting ready to brush my teeth. “Territory?” I say, with half of my pink toothbrush hanging from my mouth. “Please. You might as well get me a pair of shorts with Fuentes printed on the ass.”
“Do they really exist?” He grabs his toothbrush as well and nudges my hip with his, scooting me over slightly.
“Probably.” I roll my eyes and spit into the sink. “Considering I’ve seen iPhone covers with Vic’s face on them, I’m sure your groupies have made shorts.”
“Then I’ll have to ask where I can find a pair.” He starts brushing his teeth quickly. “First, I need to find a joint…” He spits toothpaste into the sink and rinses the brush. “Maybe two.”
“Shouldn’t you have smoked before you brushed your teeth?” I ask as I go over to turn the shower on.
“Nah.” He watches as I pull my long hair out of a bun and then slide my t-shirt off.
I glance over at him and cover my breasts. “Get out! I’d like to take a shower without the threat of getting another hickey.”
He holds his hands up defensively and backs up. “They’re love bites. And if jealous, little teenaged girls come up to you and ask about me, tell them we have wild animal sex and actually dress up in tiger costumes. I’m sure they’ll love to hear that!”
Laughing at his words, I close the bathroom door. Then I hop into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of my hangover.
“Sorcerer’s Stone.” Mike tosses a cigarette onto the asphalt.
“Chamber of Secrets.”
“Prisoner of Azkaban.”
I move ahead of him and turn back around, so that I’m walking backwards. “Goblet of Fire.
“Uh…”
“I win!” I say, giggling and turning back around.
“Nope!” Mike suddenly steps forward and wraps his arms around my waist, throwing me over his shoulder. “Order of Phoenix.”
I squeal happily and giggle, holding onto his white shirt tightly. “Half-Blood Prince!”
“Deathly Hallows.”
“You’re perfect…” I smile to myself as Vic holds the parking lot gate open for Mike and I, Tony, and Jaime, who’s talking on the phone behind us.
“I am pretty amazing, aren’t I?
“I guess, but I’m more amazing...”
Mike adjusts his grip on the back of my thighs. “Which is why we make a impeccable pair.”
“Impeccable? Nice word choice!” Tony laughs from our left. “Was it on your word of the day calendar, Mikey?”
I smirk and listen, as loud music comes from all directions. It’s almost twelve-thirty now, so bands have already started playing on the different stages. Mike rubs my lower back gently, his fingers occasionally getting tangled in the long fringe at the bottom of my cropped American flag shirt. He continues to hold me until we near our tent. Mike then sets me down, due to a screaming crowd of fans starting to push. I know I’m not apart of Pierce The Veil, but it’s weird, being surrounded by a bunch of clapping, singing, and screaming fans. It’s also weird to realize some of them are pointing and giggling at Mike. What if Mike thinks one of the girls is prettier than me? Would he dump me all together and start flirting with the other girl…?
“Lana, keep going...” Jaime pushes his fingers between my shoulder blades and I come back into reality, before quickly stumbling past the fans.
The four guys sink into their own chair and the line starts to move immediately. I lean against the tent pole, while watching Mike sign phones, shoes, arms, posters, shirts, etc. He’s sweet and says a few words to each of the kids before they move onto Vic and then Tony and Jaime. The fans bring them tons of gifts. There’s stuffed animals, drawings, candy, pictures, anything that they’ve heard a member of Pierce The Veil enjoys. I personally find it interesting. If this happens at every concert, where do they keep all this shit?
After a few minutes, Mike turns back and smiles innocently. Then he motions for me to come sit down and scoots over on the chair, so that we can share it.
“What do you need help with? I can’t forge your signature yet.” I grin and sink down next to him. Only one of my butt cheeks fits on my small half of chair, so I have to lean against the table leg for support.
“Just help me by being here… Or I’m going to fucking kill myself…” Mike smirks and reaches under the table, sneakily circling one of his index fingers on the inside of my thighs. My cheeks go red, but I smile as if nothing happened, when a group of girls move in front of us. I must admit, they’re not that attractive. Pretty plain, if you ask me.
“How are we doing today, ladies?” Mike grins and quickly removes the tip of his finger from the inside of my shorts.
The girl closest to the table has her messy blonde hair in a bun. She must’ve come from another band’s set, because she, like all three of them, looks a bit disheveled. “Could you sign my phone case?” She pulls a white case off her iPhone and then sets it down on the table for him.
Mike nods and reopens a sharpie. “What’s your name?”
“Maria.” She smirks.
He nods again, while signing his name. Then he hands it back to her and immediately turns away, looking for the next thing to sign. Inside, I’m laughing my ass off. It wasn’t just her. Mike is hardly paying attention to most of these flirtatious smiles. As a matter of fact, none of them are. Jaime and Tony and chuckling away with some of the fans, but not one of them return the flirting. I guess they’re used to it.
“Hey man!” Mike says to a younger boy, who’s headed up the line. “How’re you doing?”
“Great! I came here with my older sister to see you guys play today…” The boy says, a huge smile plastered across his lips. “But mostly you, because I’m a drummer and I really look up to you.”
“Wow, really?” Mike’s eyes widen in surprise. “That’s so sick… I really appreciate that.”
I smile and lean in, hugging my arms around Mike’s waist. Then I press my lips to his shoulder, before hiding my face in his arm. The boy kind of reminds me of Gemma. I haven’t called her yet. Alex and I have texted, but I want to see how Gemma’s been doing. I guess I’ll call later tonight.
“Don’t ever give this up.” The boy says. “Seeing you up there keeps pushing me to be a better drummer.”
“I would never give it up!” Mike moves his arm slightly and I look up as they shake hands. “We do it for you guys... Have fun watching us.”
“Are you the girl Jaime posted a picture of on Instagram?” I look away from Mike, my eyes suddenly connecting with a girl who has bright red hair.
“Erm…” My eyes lower. “I’m not sure…”
She raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “It was a picture of you and Mike passed out in a car.”
Next to me, Mike laughs and begins to sign something for another woman. “Lana, I’d be surprised if you could remember anything from last night.”
My cheeks blush. “I’m gonna kill him.”
“It’s his idea of a good time. Don’t take it personally, beautiful…” He rests an arm over my shoulders.
The girl rolls her eyes at the sight of Mike and I’s contact and then slides a slip of paper in front of Mike, before moving toward Vic.
He scoffs sarcastically. “I wonder what this piece of paper could be…?” Mike carefully unfolds the paper, until ten digits are staring up at us. I lower my eyes and watch him for a reaction. He just sighs and grabs my hand, gently resting the number in my palm. “Don’t give me that look! I can’t help that they all want my dick.”
“Oh, please… I’m not giving you a look.” I smirk and pop open the sharpie cap, before touching it to the back of his shoulder. “Because I know that as long as I’m here, I’m the only one getting it.”
“Ooh, you’re getting defensive over me already, aren’t you?” He starts to laugh playfully.
“At least I’m not leaving red marks all over your skin!”
“Well, what’re you doing then, signing your name?” Mike asks, trying to look back as I slide the sharpie tip over his skin.
“Nope. Giving you another tattoo…”
It’s around two-thirty and Mike’s sipping from my water bottle and a can of beer, while holding a piece of pizza in his other hand. I’m sitting at the picnic table in front of the bus, holding my phone to my ear. My adorable little sister, Gemma, is on the other line chattering away. Her and Alex apparently went to the pier last night and they went on the big Ferris wheel. That was one thing I would never take Gemma on, because I’m deathly afraid of Ferris wheels.
“Can I talk to Mikey?” Gemma giggles.
I smile. “Oh, so you’d rather talk to Mike and not your own sister?”
“Yes!”
“Fine, bye…” I roll my eyes and hold the phone out for him. Mike raises an eyebrow, but takes the phone.
“Hello?” His lips immediately curl into a smile and he sets his pizza down, before standing up. “How has my little lady been?” Mike chuckles and then walks onto the bus, leaving with my phone and his beer.
Sighing, I lean over and take the last chunk of his pizza. Then I stand up as well and go over to the other bus that travels with us. I’m pretty sure it pulls the equipment and is home to crew guys, but I saw Vic and Tony walk over there earlier, so I want to see.
Vic is pacing back and forth outside the trailer, a pair of headphones on top of his ears. Tony is holding a beer and talking with Jaime and another guy, as they point to a wall of guitars.
“Where the hell is Mike?” A guy with light brown hair asks, as he kneels down by a drum set.
I stride over to him, smiling slightly. Hopefully he’s nice. I don’t want him thinking I’m an escaped groupie or something. “Mike’s on the phone. He’ll be out soon.”
The guy looks up, with a cigarette between his lips, and raises an eyebrow, as he looks me up and down. “On the phone with who, malady?”
“My little sister.”
“Oh.” He smirks and leans back. “So you’re Lana, huh?”
Obviously, Mike has spoken about me to everyone. I raise an eyebrow curiously. “Yeah, and you are? Mike hasn’t said anything about you.”
He stands up and tosses what’s left of his cigarette onto the asphalt. “I’m Casey Ervin.” He says, as he extends a hand. “I help Mike with the drums… You know, make sure everything is clean and in good condition before the show starts.”
I shake his hand and smile. “Well, good for you.”
He nods and steps around to the spot where Mike would sit. “Want to help me? Or do you literally have no idea what you’re doing?”
Smiling, I shrug and touch the sleek metal edges on the drum set. “I’d like to learn how to help him, I guess... I want him to be happy that I’m interested in his drums.”
“Well, grab a beer and come on over.”
Mike, Tony, Vic, and Jaime are laughing backstage. I’m leaning against the wall, playing with the lanyard around my neck, as the four of them take shots of whiskey before going on. Mike turns to me, before jogging over and embracing me in his long arms. “Lana Del Rey, I’m nervous…”
I smile and hug back with all my strength. “You guys are gonna be perfect as usual… Why would you be nervous?”
“Yeah, but you’re here now.” He touches his fingers to my chin and then looks into my brown eyes. “I have to be perfect for my girlfriend.”
My cheeks blush slightly. “Why’d you say it like that?”
He grins and kisses my forehead. “Because you were as drunk as a skunk last night and you asked me some interesting questions. One of them involved our relationship status.”
“Oh, god…” I roll my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
He runs his fingers through my hair and then shakes his head. “Why are you sorry? I answered it as truthfully as a drunk man could.” Mike smirks. “You are my girlfriend and I intend to keep it that way.”
“Do you really?” I smirk back and reach up, touching my fingers to the front of his black tank top.
“Yes ma’am.” Mike then leans down, swiftly smacking his lips against mine, before pulling away and following Jaime and Tony onto the stage. There’s an eruption of screaming from the crowd, who has been patiently waiting to hear Pierce The Veil. A week ago, that was me. I was nothing but a face in the crowd.
Vic takes a swig from the whiskey bottle, kisses my forehead and then runs onto stage with his guitar.
The big bed under us is shaking and there’s music blasting from the docking station on the nightstand. We’ve been moaning in here for nearly thirty minutes, actually, since as soon they were done playing. I took one look at him and was turned on like a lamp. How could a post-show Mike Fuentes not turn someone on? He’s sweaty, touchy, in a good mood, and full of adrenaline. Of course, he didn’t mind me asking to go have sex, but maybe the rest of the guys minded, considering they had to clean up without Mike’s help.
Mike releases my one hip and presses his palm to my stomach. “Fuck! Stop! Stop… G-Get a condom!” He pants.
“No…” I whine, while still slowing moving and resting my hands on his chest. “Please! A few more seconds… I’m on birth control.”
“I’m not…asking…” He pushes his head into the pillow and closes his eyes, his jaw clenching. “Stop, babe… Seriously!”
“Fine!” I groan and hit his chest, before pulling away and climbing off the bed. Against Mike’s wishes, I have Sleeping With Sirens’ new album playing from my iPod. It’s kind of odd making the drummer of Pierce The Veil listen to Sleeping with Sirens while he has sex, but I don’t care. I like a lot of the songs and lot of them are good for sex.
I trot over to one of the drawers and search through the different boxes of condoms. “Which one?”
“I don’t care… Just hurry up.” He rubs his palms to his face.
“You’re so demanding.” Smirking, I roll my eyes and shut the drawer.
Just as I go to turn, the door opens and I freeze. Tony and Vic stand in the doorway. When their eyes focus, both their jaws drop.
“Holy shit…” Tony grins and my hands immediately move up to cover my breasts. Vic just goes red.
“The door’s closed for a fucking reason, you fucking idiots!” Mike screams and throws one of the pillows at Tony hard. “GET OUT!” This is kind of funny, because I know that if Mike had on pants, he’d beat the shit out of Tony and Vic. But his pants are lying on the floor by mine.
But them seeing me naked honestly does not embarrass me. I think I look good naked, and it’s obviously not their first time seeing a girl without clothes on. It’s just the fact of Vic being Mike’s brother that’s a bit awkward. That, and also Tony’s reaction. He’ll probably be talking about this for the rest of the week, if not longer.
“Get the fuck out!” I yell angrily and grasp the edge of the door, pushing it shut and even hitting Vic’s foot with it. Then I turn back to Mike and throw the condom at him. “Did you forget something?”
“I was paying attention to you… I must’ve forgot to lock it...” He says, putting on an innocent expression. “I’m sorry!”
“I SAW HER TITS!” Tony screams from the other side of the door. “Holy fuck… I can die now.”
Mike rolls his eyes and rips the condom wrapper open, as I climb back onto the bed. “Great… They’re gonna tell Jaime and Casey and Johnny and everyone else!”
“Oh, hush...” He leans up and presses his lips to mine, smirking a bit. “At least everyone is getting to know each other. It’s called bonding, Lana…”
“Not really…” I run my fingers through his sweaty hair. “Unless bonding includes picturing me while they jack off tonight.”
“Ew, god! Just stop talking.” Mike hugs my waist and rolls over, while kissing my neck.
Giggling, I nod and wrap my legs around him. “Yes, sir…”
He slowly stops and nuzzles against my collarbones. “What do you want to do when we get on the road?”
“Hmm…” I smile playfully. “Well, how long’s the drive tonight?”
“I don’t know.” Mike murmurs. “We’re headed to Phoenix and then Las Vegas tomorrow night.”
“Fine…” I close my eyes and continue to play with his wet hair. “Let’s just watch a movie later. Then we’ll cook dinner for everyone tomorrow night. We’ll do something fun in Las Vegas...”
I love this so much !!<3
1/21/14