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.

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9. Paparazzi

Ashley's POV

 

Oh, wow, that's one heck of a headache. I thought to myself, screwing my eyes shut in frustration. There was a really heavy pounding in my head, like someone was repetitively hitting me on the head with a lead brick. My muscles ached, as I tried to move, but then I froze. Memories of the night before dripped into my mind, washing the headache away. Vic. Fuentes. In. My. Bed.

My eyes shot open, greeted by an annoyingly bright sunshine. Once my eyes adjusted, they focused on a wall, and I realised I'd turned over in my sleep. I laid on my side, my arms resting on the soft duvet, as it was too hot to sleep under it. My legs were pinned to the bed, by the weight of one of Vic's. He'd managed to hook his leg over my thighs, his front pressed against my back. His arms supported my waist, and I guessed you could call it spooning.

Carefully, I turned over in his arms, trying not to wake him. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took, telling me he was still asleep. Occasionally, he mumbled something, but it was more or less incoherent, other than the odd word about food. The first thing I noticed, was that someone had written 'GAY' across his forehead, in black marker pen. I slapped my hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing, and waking him up, and just silently shook with laughter.

His light brown hair was curly, from the lack of straightening it, and it was pretty much a bird's nest. My hair couldn't have been much better, due to the fact I was hung over. I trailed a fingertip down his jawline, taking in every perfect feature of his sleeping stature. Vic groaned something about food, and suddenly shot up, sitting bolt upright. I squealed, and moved a good foot away from him, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. 

Confused, he glanced down at me, before recognition flashed over his face, "Wow, nice make-up, Ash," he started laughing, doubling over, as he looked at me.

"W-what? I took my make-up off," I frowned, squirming with my insecurities.

He noticed that I was suddenly uncomfortable, and he stopped laughing, "I don't mean that, I wouldn't laugh at you for that. I mean this..." he grabbed his iPhone from the bedside table, and put the mirror app up.

With blurred vision, I stared at my reflection. Totally ignoring how horrible I looked, I noticed the wonderful graffiti on my face, and the distinctive style of Scarlett's writing. A spectacle surrounded my eye, the 'string' trailing down my face. She decided to be courteous, and gave me a cat nose, and whiskers. At least I wasn't Vic, who had GAY on his forehead.

"Take a look at yourself," I giggled, and he frowned in confusion.

"Oh my God. KELLIN!" he yelled Kellin's name at the top of his lungs, staring at his reflection in horror.

"Yes, Vic, dearest?" Kellin yelled back, in a high pitched tone.

"What the hell have you done to my face!" Vic half-angrily, half-amused replied.

Suddenly, Kellin hopped into the room, not looking the slightest bit hung over, "Just announcing your true nature."

Vic face palmed, before leaping off the bed. He ran straight for Kellin, who also made a break for it. They both ran into the lounge, wrestling... In their boxers. Tired, I followed them in, trying to sort out the already very short shorts, which had managed to ride up during the night. Scarlett was busy making breakfast, still in her pyjamas too.

"Wow, you're such an artist," I sarcastically told Scar.

"I know, right?" she grinned back, flipping an egg over, in the pan.

Kellin managed to get away from Vic, and bolted for the bathroom, locking the door shut behind him. Vic rolled his eyes, and came into the kitchen, grabbing a damp dishcloth. Carefully, he scrubbed the lettering off of his forehead, and removed my spectacle for me. Unfortunately, he wouldn't let me take off the cat nose and whiskers, because it was 'cute'. So, as I was a compromising person, I drew a nose and whiskers on him, too.

A sharp three raps on the door grabbed my attention, and I groaned. The staff always came so early to tidy up the apartment, and it was really annoying. I'd just have to tell them to come back later. With the pen still in my hand, pen on my face, I walked the long trek to the door. Vic followed me, and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, swaying us slightly. Grinning at how cute he was, I answered the door, only to drop my arm in complete shock.

About twenty, maybe even thirty, people were gathered outside the door. Cameras flashed, and questions were thrown at us.  I heard Kellin curse from somewhere behind us, and Scar yelped, as I guessed Kellin shoved her out of view. I felt Vic's warm hands cover my face, and him and Kellin started yelling back at the paparazzi.

"Leave us alone!" Kellin shouted.

Shocked, I still stared into the cameras, until I felt Kellin guide me out of the shot, telling me not to come back. Scarlett stared up at me, from the floor, which is where I'm guessing she fell, when Kellin acted in the moment to get her out of the camera. Questions flooded from the hallway, like a never ending river. 

"Why are you here with girls?!"

"Who are they?!"

"How much did they cost?!"

The door slammed closed, as Vic cussed at them, and told them that if they went anywhere near us, he'd kill them. My jaw was hanging slightly, my eyes wide in fear. They had pictures of us. Pictures of Vic holding me, in his boxers, with cat faces. Pictures of Kellin also in his underwear, with Scar. Oh my God. No. No. No.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know how they found us," Kellin quietly said, sounding ashamed.

"It's-It's not your fault," Scar stammered, looking a bit traumatic. 

"It is, we should have been more careful. They're going to tear you down!" Vic yelled, still in the doorway, sounding so frustrated, that he actually might kill someone.

Quickly, I rushed to his side, and hugged him, to calm him down. His body was rigid, but after a few seconds, he relaxed and hugged me back. He hugged me really tightly, as if it was the last time he was going to. As if I'd let that happen.

"Sorry," he whispered, kissing my hair.

"Don't be. All we have to do is get back to Warped, right?" I sadly smiled up at him, and he smiled back.

"Right," he agreed.

 

 

 

 

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