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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11. Punishment

Ashley's POV

 

"I'm sorry," Vic repeated for the - I've lost count...

"I know," I replied, scrolling through my phone.

"I didn't think they'd find us, sorry," he repeated. Again.

"I know," I gritted my teeth, and reread a conversation between Scarlett and I.

He continued to blab about how sorry he was, which was extremely annoying, so I put my earphones in. I started blasting Caraphernelia, hoping he'd get the hint that he was being stupid. We'd forgive them, and both of them were still apologetic. It was as if he didn't hear our forgiveness.

"See?! You haven't forgiven me, you're ignoring me!" he whined, tightening his arms around my waist.

"Alright, that's it. If you don't accept my forgiveness, you'll get the worst punishment imaginable," I told him, glaring down at him, from sitting in his lap.

"What?" he frowned.

"I'll make you listen to Justin Bieber," I warned, deadly serious.

"You wouldn't," Vic's eyes widened, and I giggled.

"Oh, baby, I would," I smirked, enjoying the fear in his eyes.

"You're evil. Okay, I'm sorry," he held his hands in the air, in defence, but then slapped his hand over his mouth, "No, no, no!"

"Alright, have it your way. Scar! We have a code 101!" I yelled, and Scarlett's eyes lit up, as she met my gaze.

Immediately, she jumped away from Kellin, who was giving us weird looks. She plugged her phone into the speakers, which were on the balcony. Quickly, I poked Vic's stomach, which made him jerk away from me. Using that chance, I got out of his lap, and ran inside, locking the door to the balcony behind me. Vic leapt to his feet, and started banging on the door, yelling at us to let him in.

Instead, I gave Scar the thumbs up. Smugly, she tapped play, and Justin Bieber, 'Baby', started blasting out the speakers. Vic's jaw dropped, and he slapped his hands over his ears. 

"No! Stop it! Please!" he cried, kneeling on the ground.

"Tell us what we want to hear, then!" I yelled, trying to keep the smirk off of my face.

"I've apologised once, and you forgive me!" he instantly replied, crushing his eyes shut, as if it would stop the music.

Grinning, I waited for a few more seconds, and gestured for Scar to turn it off. With a frown, she did so, clearly enjoying torturing Vic. He sighed in relief, and slouched to the ground. Laughing, I unlocked the balcony door, and slid it open, gazing down at Vic. After a bit, I stopped laughing, worried there was something wrong with Vic. He hadn't moved at all, other than his heavy breathing.

"Vic? You okay?" I asked, resting a hand on his back.

Suddenly, he shot up, his lips against mine. Shocked, I stood still for a second, but kissed him back. My stomach erupted in butterflies, and I smiled. Vic smiled too, his hands gently resting on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled myself onto my tiptoes. The smell of his rich cologne almost overwhelmed me, along with the sweet flavour of his lips.

"You two gonna get dress, or go to Warped like that?" Kellin asked, as Scar cleared her throat.

"I'd rather go like this," Vic replied, his lips grazing mine with each word.

"Well, I'd rather not," I giggled, and slowly let go of him.

Quickly, I disappeared into the en suite, to get changed. I wore black skinny jeans, a black top, a denim waistcoat, Pierce The Veil Converse, a few necklaces, and wristbands, and I was done. Pretty much running back into the lounge, I turned my straighteners on, as Vic walked in, fully clothes too. He had light blue skinny jeans, a dark grey tank top, and a pair of Toms on. 

Rushing, I went through my hair, until it wasn't tangly, nor curly. I made Vic sit in front of me, as I straightened his hair too. He didn't seem to mind, it gave him the chance to tell the rest of his crew where he was. 

"We've got a plan!" Kellin announced, looking rather miffed.

"A plan for what, you dip-"

"To get out of here, minus the paparazzi," Kellin interrupted Vic, before any insults were exchanged.

"Ah, explain," Vic smirked, and we all turned our attention to him.

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