Warped Love

When two best friends go to Warped Tour - Scarlett and Ashley - they didn't expect to fall in love. Kellin Quinn - the lead singer of Sleeping With Sirens - and Vic Fuentes - the lead singer of Pierce The Veil - see two girls in the audience; two girls who they cannot ignore. With just two months of tour left, will they admit their feelings for each other? Falling in love with rockstars is never easy.


15. Hospital

Ashley's POV


"No." I said, angrily folding my arms over my chest, despite the pain.

"What do you mean, no?" Vic frowned, looking down at me. 

"I mean, no, you are not quitting Warped this year!" I whined.

"Baby, I have to. They can't just do that to you, and not expect any consequences!" he replied, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

"Vic, you saved my life, and many others, and you are f****** going to Warped," I warned him, glaring at him.

His eyes saddened even more, the chocolate colour melting, as he gazed at me. A lump built up in my throat, and I forced myself not to start yelling. After all, he was doing this for me. When he came in, he was sweating, and breathing heavily, clearly running from the carpark to the hospital room. He immediately stood at my side, too impatient to grab a chair, and checked me over. The doctors had already scheduled me for an x-ray, so I just had to wait.

"Ash, baby, you don't understand," he quietly said, his eyes fixated on the gleaming white floor.

"Yes, yes I do, Vic, I'm coming on tour with you - how am I supposed to do that, if you don't go?" I smiled slightly, lifting his chin up with my forefinger.

"I meant every tour after that, Warped is over when you're meant to go home, anyway," he mumbled, still not meeting my eye contact.

"You are f****** going on tour, whether you like it or not. If you don't... I... I won't answer your question!" I came up with a solution, a grin making it's way onto my face.

"What question?" he scowled, trying to trace over what he'd asked me.

"I believe you asked me to be your girlfriend. I didn't answer, and I won't, until you promise me to stay on Warped," I almost laughed as his eyes widened, but I kept my cool.

"Are you blackmailing me?" he asked in disbelief.

"Maybe," I replied, stretching the 'a' out.

He chewed on his bottom lip, our eyes locking. It was clear that he was searching for a loop hole, but I didn't leave any behind. After a bit, he let out an exasperated sigh, and held my hand.

"Fine, I'll stay on Warped, and I'll tell Kellin to, too. Please, be mine?" he genuinely asked, holding my hand to his heart.

"Good," I nodded, "And, I'd love to," I beamed at him, my cheeks hurting from it.

"Mr Fuentes, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Miss Greene must go for an x-ray, and further health checks," a Doctor came in, sterness covering his face, "A Police Officer is waiting for you, to inquire you on the scene."

Nodding once at the Doctor, Vic turned to me, and gave me one last smile. He softly kissed my lips, but pulled away before I could react. So, I lifted my neck slightly, and kissed him again. His smile turned into a genuine one, as he left me alone, with a Doctor and a few nurses.


X-Rays are weird, that's all I can say. 

Anyway, I had two broken ribs, and a sprained wrist. I still hadn't seen Scar, which was really worrying. Nor had I seen Kellin, or Vic. I asked my Doctor about Scar, but he said that patient information is confidential. Rude.

I already had a cast on my wrist, it was black, because I didn't want to draw attention. It felt really weird, not being able to use my arm, but I would get used to it, in time. I also had an underarm crutch, to help me with walking, with my broken ribs. They'd drugged me with morphine, so the pain was minimal, and I actually felt okay. I had a couple stitches on my temple, where a gash had to be sewn up, and it looked like I'd been in the war.

Bruises painted my body in random places, along with minor cuts. It wasn't so bad, I guess. It happens... Well, it doesn't, but I didn't want to make Vic quit Warped again.

"Is there anything I can get you, ma'am?" a nurse politely asked.

"Can you get my boyfriend?" I mumbled, looking so depressed.

She sighed slightly, "Sorry, Miss, but visiting hours aren't until later... But, I'll see what I can do," she sent me a quick smile, and disappeared.

Really? She was going to get Vic?! A smile crept onto my face, and I pulled myself up into a sitting position. Once I was casted up, they got rid of the heart monitor, because they knew I'd be fine. Just a few mucked up bones, but I was alright.

"Ash!" I heard Kellin say, and I looked up.

He was forcing an incredibly fake smile at me, his raven hair was tousled, as if he'd been running his fingers through it over and over. 

"Hey, Kellin, not that it's not good to see you, but where's Vic?" I politely asked.

"He's going to see Scar, don't worry, he's coming here after. We're swapping, I guess," he took a seat beside my bed, his eyes wandering over the cast on my arm, "So, what's the status?"

"Um, two broken ribs, sprained wrist, a couple bruises, and cuts, but I'm good," I persuaded him, but he didn't look at all convinced, "How's Scar?"

"Ah, she's got a broken nose, a sprained ankle, and hairline crack in her back membrane... She's going to be off her feet for a bit," Kellin looked like he wanted to cry, and I felt guilty for some reason.

I decided to change the subject, "Can I ask you a favour?" he instantly nodded, "Can I borrow your phone?" 

"Uh, sure," he frowned slightly, but pulled his phone out of his back pocket, and passed it to me.

I smiled in thanks, and unlocked it. Quickly, I got onto the internet, and onto my Twitter account. Thousands of tweets were coming through, but I ignored them, and went onto the trends. There were pictures, even videos, of Scar and I, being beat to half death. Then, there were more photos, of before the mob. Then, there were the after ones, someone had really good zoom, and got photos of Tony carrying me. Rumours were going around like crazy, and I decided to tweet what had happened, to get it out the way.

In a few tweets, I explained what had happened, and that I was Vic's girlfriend. In a few seconds, I got a notification, that Vic had retweeted it. I grinned childishly to myself, and logged out, giving Kellin his phone back. 

"Kellin, Scar wants you, hurry along," Vic's voice came form the door, and my head shot up.

My neck clicked, but I ignored it, a smile covering my face, as I looked at Vic. It soon disappeared when I saw how stressed Vic was. His hair was matted, and his clothes were creased. His phone was in his pocket, and it didn't look too good. It looked like it had been crushed against a wall, or something.

"Alright, alright, chill, man. I'll see you later, Ash," Kellin gently kissed my forehead, and left us alone. 

"So, what's up?" Vic asked.

I quickly explained what was wrong with me, and Vic punched a wall, to release his anger. After, his knuckles were bleeding, but he ignored it. I sat there, crying, as he punched it again, telling him to stop. I couldn't move, to physically stop him, so I just had to persuade him with my words.

"Vic, I love you, stop it," I quickly blurted out, and he froze.

Sighing, Vic unclenched his fist, and fell into the chair beside my bed. There was an unhealthy dent in the wall, and a lump rose in my throat. This was all my fault. I didn't know how, but it was. I was the only one stupid enough to get us into this situation.

"My parents want to meet you," Vic quietly said, getting his breathing under control.

"Really?" I grinned from ear to ear.

"Yeah, they want to come visit you, here, but I told them to wait until you're... Better..." he clenched his jaw slightly, but smiled at my enthusiasm.

I bit my bottom lip, "I highly doubt my parents care..." I mumbled.

"Well, I care," he gently rested his forehead against mine, and kissed me.

"Just promise me one thing," I whispered, my eyes flickering between his, and his lips.

"Anything," he instantly replied.

"Don't laugh when I try to walk with crutches," that brought a genuine smile to his face, and he kissed me again.

"Okay, maybe not anything," he joked, and I lay back down, "Get some sleep," he instructed.

"No, I finally get to see you, after some rather embarrassing tests, I'm staying awake," I told him.

"Don't worry, I'll be here," he held my hand to prove his point, and I felt my eyelids get heavy, "I love you, Ash."

"I love you too, Vic."

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