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.


7. Insecurities

Ashley's POV


I felt really bad for Scarlett, about her nickname, Scar. She had to lie directly to Kellin's face, but I knew it was too soon to tell them. My nickname was Ash, because I burnt myself with salt and ice. The bullies never left her alone! They only left me alone, because I repeatedly punched the school Jock in the stomach, until he puked. Sure, I was suspended for two weeks, but it was the best day of my life. I also smashed his second in command's face into a locker, so that his face was no longer pretty, as he insulted Scar. There's many more.

I broke a guy's ribs, when he called Scar a Goth. It's not my fault he fell to the floor so easily, from a weak punch, giving me the perfect opportunity to kick him in the ribs. Over, and over. I've broken numerous noses, because they laughed at her. You'd think they learn, huh? Well, there were lots of things I didn't know, but when Scar did tell me, I beat the crap out of them. They're scared of me, so they didn't tend to bother me.

"Wow, this place is nice," Kellin said, scanning our apartment with his eyes.

"Yup, we need somewhere nice, if we're staying here for two months," I replied, putting the keys on the kitchen island.

"Fair point," he nodded curtly, and sat on one of the sofas.

"So, where are we sleeping?" Vic happily asked, draping his jacket over the back of one of the breakfast bar stools.

"Um, well, Scar and I share a room, and it had two queen size beds in it," I explained, "So, you and Kellin could share?" I suggested.

"Just admit it, you want to share a bed with Vic," Kellin added in, from the sofa.

"W-what?" I asked, shocked.

"Admit it," Kellin sang, blatantly ignoring how much he was embarrassing me, "Vic sleeps commando, but you get used to it."

"Dude!" Vic yelled, his cheeks flaming, "I sleep in my boxers, if you must know," he spat at Kellin.

Scarlett was giggling, as she made herself a drink. I rolled my eyes, but I was very tempted by the thought of sharing a bed with Vic. I was pretty sure Scar would love to sleep with Kellin. But we'd only just met, wouldn't it be awkward?

Kellin gave Scarlett a look, and she nodded back. What? Before I could even scream at Scarlett to put me down, she'd slung me over her shoulder. Why must I be so short? Kellin did the same to Vic, but he responded by pounding Kellin on the back. In the end, I just started laughing, as we were carried into the bedroom. Awkward...

I felt the softness of my mattress underneath, and the bed sank next to me. I recovered from my laughing fit, to see Vic had been ditched next to me. We shared a look, and started laughing again, at how ridiculous they were. 

"We're still in our normal clothes," I pointed out, as Scar started leaving.

"Then get changed, but you better get back in that bed," she pointedly glared at me, but her and Kellin broke down into fits of laughter. Dirty minded-

"Well, then, goodnight?" Vic said to them, but in more of a questioning tone.

They nodded in response, trying to recover from their insane giggling, and closed the bedroom door behind them. I didn't see why, their bed was in there too. I rolled my eyes, and got up off of the bed. Quickly, I grabbed my pyjamas from my dresser, and disappeared into the en suite bathroom. 

All I had, was a white tank top, and a pair of cotton shorts, that barely reached past my backside. I wasn't exactly expecting to spend the night with Vic Fuentes, so that's all I brought along. It was too hot in the US for much more, anyway. But I was embarrassed. My burn marks were visible, and if I wore a hoody, I'd be sweating. Hopefully Vic wouldn't see the scars from salt and ice, so I could get away with it. But my legs were on full show... Ugh, why did I have to be so insecure?

"Ash? Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers?" Vic called, from outside the bathroom door.

"Uh, n-no, it's fine," I stuttered, my stomach doing flips. 

I heard him laugh quietly, as he moved back over, further into the bedroom. Staring at myself in the mirror, I brushed my teeth, and removed my make-up. He was going to see me without make-up! He'd probably think I was an ugly slut, and instantly leave, taking Kellin with him. Ugh, damn you, insecurities!

"Are you ever coming out, or do I need to come in and get you?" Vic teased me, and I realised I'd been in there for a good twenty minutes.

"I, uh, I, um... I just... My make-up, and... Uh..." I stammered, hanging my head in shame.

"You don't need to be insecure, Ash, you probably know I'm the least judgemental person in the world," he softly responded, opening the bathroom door.

Instantly, I looked away from him, and tried to cover my exposed skin. I felt his fingertip under my chin, as he gently lifted my head, so we were looking into each others eyes. My knees felt weak, and I almost collapsed. He was just in a pair of boxer briefs, and I was dying. 

"You don't need to be insecure," he swallowed loudly, as he scanned my arms, the scars on them, but didn't say it, "You're perfect, just the way you are."

Yes, it was cheesy, but my heart melted entirely, and I didn't know how I was still standing up. My words were caught in my throat, so I just stayed silent. I think the grin on my face gave away what I was thinking, and Vic mirrored my expression. 

"Come on, let's get some sleep," he loosely grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the bedroom.

Suddenly exhausted, I climbed into bed, so tired. I faced Vic, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. I wrapped both of my legs, around one of his, pulling him even closer. He smiled, and lightly kissed my forehead. 

Just as my eyes fluttered closed, he whispered something, "You don't need to hurt yourself, either," he gently ran his thumb over my very last scar, but I fell asleep.

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