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.


27. You're An Asshole

Ashley's POV


Mine and Justin's fluffy bunny competition - three words only: Shit's going down.

His cockiness was evident, as he slumped into his chair, opposite me, so comfortable that he was going to win. Bitch, swerve, I could go to McDonalds, wipe the place clean, and not gain a pound. This was nothing. Just a mere snack, to pass me over until dinner.

"Dude, you don't know what you're getting yourself in for," Vic breathed, his eyes wide in fear of Justin's reputation.

"Please, she's a she," Justin snorted, his green eyes shining in anticipation.

"She certainly doesn't punch like a she," I muttered under my breath, only just realising I referred to myself in third person. Well...That's not weird or anything...

"C'mon, stop with the trash talk, let's get this show on the road!" Jaime cheered, opening up a few bags of marshmallows. 

"You're going down," Justin snarled, but I could see the humour in his eyes.

"I'm taking you down with me," I sweetly replied, bitter honey lacing my tone.

At that point, Kellin started singing I'm Not A Vampire, by Falling In Reverse, the bit from one of the last verses, where it goes 'And I'm taking you down with me'. I rolled my eyes, as he put so much effort into it, obviously mocking the song, even though he was a huge fan of the band. Scar burst out in fits of giggles, before joining the singing. She'd always been a good singer, but never believed it when someone told her. (A/N Yes, Molly, I'm talking to you - love from Teri)

"Okay, so which version are we doing?" Justin asked, his eyes scanning the pink and white sweets covering the table, on PTV's bus.

"Just fit as many in your mouth as possible-"

"That's what she said!" Jaime interrupted me, and I rolled my eyes again.

"Put as many marshmallows in your mouth as possible," I snapped, "Vic's counting for me, Jaime's counting for you. Whoever can fit the most marshmallows in their mouth, wins," I emphasise my point, to stop any more dirty comments from Jaime.

And the game began.

At first, I almost panicked that Justin could beat me, but then he started struggling, whilst I easily continued. Guys are so sexist when it comes to these situations. We were both on fifteen, Justin looking like he was going to choke, as for me, I was going rather well. Vic couldn't help but snigger at me, as I probably wasn't looking my best, with fifteen marshmallows in my mouth.

I got to seventeen, and my phone started ringing. Just in case it was some kind of emergency, I checked the caller ID.


Choking, I spat each and every marshmallow out, getting a few 'ews' but I couldn't care less. Wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve, I tapped on answer. Everyone gave me questioning looks, except for Scar, who had gone pale, her eyes a fraction wider than before. 

"H-Hi Dad," I stuttered, gesturing for everyone to shut up.

"You were supposed to be home last night," my Dad replied, authority in his masculine voice.

"I know," I breathed out, my voice wavering ever so slightly.

"Well then? Care to explain?" he snapped.

"Dad, I... I... Um..." I could hear my voice repeating itself, meaning I was on speaker, so Mum must be listening in, "I'm not coming back."

"Excuse me?" he rhetorically asked.

"I'm not coming back," I repeated, my voice stronger.

"Ashley Greene, I demand you to return to England right this instant!" he yelled, making me jerk my ear away from the receiver.

"Ash..." Vic murmured, his lips brushing my other ear, in a comforting gesture, "Give me the phone."

"No," I only said it once, but I was answering both my father, and Vic.

"Why not?" my Dad challenged.

"Because I have a much better life here, with much better friends!" I instinctively started yelling, defending myself, Scar, and the bands.

"Let me guess, what's his name, Vic Fuentes?" my Dad bitterly responded, and I heard the rustling of paper.

Clearly, we'd been published over in the UK too. Probably not because I was his new girlfriend, as PTV weren't too famous in England, but probably something to do with me being hospitalised from it.

"And that slut of a best friend of yours, she's with that Kellin Quinn, isn't she?" my Dad continued prying, working on my very last nerves.

"I swear to God, if you don't shut up, I will-"

"You'll what?" he humoured himself, and I grunted in anger.

"Let me tell you this, Ashley, he's a rockstar. Rockstars get what they want, you're just another one of his toys. He'll pack his stuff and leave you, before you can start calling him to come back. You're making another mistake," when he emphasised the word 'another', I lost it, and threw the phone.

Unfortunately, Vic grabbed it, and started talking to my Dad. The instant look of distaste on my face clearly made Vic want to talk to him more. 

"Hello, Mr Greene, it's Vic," he formally introduced himself, and I wanted to face palm.

"Sir, I'd like to state my opinion," he began, "You're an asshole." and he hung up.

My jaw hit the carpet, but only a second later, I burst out laughing. I laughed so hard, that I cried, in a mixture of humour, and hatred to my parents. Vic wouldn't just leave me, he'd have a perfectly good reason. Vic would never be that kind of man. 

He pulled me into his warm embrace, and I instantly relaxed, feeling exhausted. I felt so tired, I could barely feel him lifting me, bridal style, and carrying me to the bunks. Gently, he placed me on his bunk, and kissed my forehead lightly.

"Don't believe a word he says," Vic whispered, and my eyes fluttered closed.

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