Party With The Band (a Pierce The Veil fanfic)

I woke up the next morning wrapped in Vic’s arms. “how are you feeling?”, he asked. I don’t really know right now”, i replied, “did you stay the whole night?” “yeah, i wanted to know you were okay” “thank you”, i told him. “anytime. Do you want me to stay tonight too?” “if you don’t mind. I just don’t want to keep you up.” “it’s perfectly fine.”, he said, “now come on, we’re going to practice, then Mikey’s going to get us some drinks for tonight. We’re celebrating” “celebrating what?”, i asked. “your single life away from that jerk” i laughed. “thank you”, i said. Then gave him a hug.

After eating a breakfast of leftover waffles my mom packed for us, we went to the back lounge and practiced the whole set a couple times. Thanks to Vic teaching me yesterday, i could play with them. Tony told me i could play the set on stage with them if i wanted to. I told them yes.

Vic told me to stay in my pajamas until Mike left; he had an outfit for me to wear tonight. “i thought we weren’t going anywhere.”, i said. “we’re not, but i think it would look nice on you.” “okay”, was all i said.

After three more hours of practicing, Mike went out to get some stuff for tonight. “put this on”, Vic told me, handing me a robe. “Then Jaime’s going to take over makeup and Tony’ll do your hair. Then after, i’ll get you your outfit” “alrighty”, i said, taking the robe. I walked into the bathroom and switched my pajamas for the robe. I came back out and Jaime and Tony were waiting for me. We walked back to the lounge, and they had me sit down. They worked at the same time and in ten minutes they were done. I wasn’t allowed to look though. They walked me back to the front of the bus, where Vic was waiting.

He was holding a garment bag, and i couldn’t see what was inside. I hope it wasn’t anything fancy. He handed me the bag and told me to go change. When i got back into the bathroom, i opened the bag, and to my surprise, there wasn’t anything fancy, but ripped skinny jeans and a new Pierce The Veil shirt; different from the one i had. The ripped jeans were the kind that were ripped all the way down the legs; the kind my parents wouldn’t let me wear. I quickly changed and came out of the bathroom.

“you look stunning!”, Vic exclaimed. “you may now look at yourself”, Jaime told me. I went down the hall to the mirror. Tony had done a wonderful job straightening my hair and putting purple extensions in. Jaime made my makeup look subtle, with only a little eyeliner.

“you guys are wonderful!”, i exclaimed, “i love it. Thank you” “you’re welcome”, Tony told me. At that moment, Mike came in through the door, carrying a case of beer, two bottles of Tennessee Whiskey, a bottle of vodka, and a bottle of blue gatorade. He was followed by their tour manager, who still had yet to introduce herself. She was carrying four large pizza boxes. Holy shit. Well, i guess they could afford all of this.

Mike waited until their manager was gone before he spoke. “so, have you ever drank before?” he looked at me. “my parents don’t let me.”, i told him. “well, they don’t have to know, now do they?” i laughed, “guess not” “what’s with the pizza?”, Vic asked. “it’s not a party without alcohol and pizza”, Mike said.

About halfway through the show, my dad walked in the room. “you’re going on tour in your pj’s?”, he asked. I looked down at what i was wearing. “oops”, was all i said, “i have everything packed. I can change on the bus.” “alright”, was all he said before leaving.

I turned off the tv and went out to the bus. Everyone had gone to take a nap before we left, so i had to be quiet. I just wanted my new guitar so i could go upstairs and practice. I opened the door and climbed up the steps.

I tiptoed quietly past the bunks, so i wouldn’t wake anyone. I got to the back of the bus, where the lounge was, and i saw Vic sitting there writing. Possibly a new song, i don’t know. He had his headphones on, so i didn’t want to disturb him. And besides, he didn’t seem to notice me. So i grabbed my guitar and started heading for the door. “hey”, he said. I turned around. “hey”, i replied. “practicing?”, he asked, nodding towards my guitar. “yeah.”, was all i said. “here, i’ll bring mine, and we can practice together.” “alright” He grabbed his guitar and we headed up to my room.

“so, are you planning on changing before we leave?”, he asked. I laughed, “this is comfortable, and besides, all my clothes are packed on the bus.” “okay”, he told me. I laughed.

We practiced Caraphernelia again and again, and he taught me the chords for Besitos. Once i had learned that, we played the whole song, with me singing that one part. “want to learn the whole set?”, he asked. “sure”, i replied. He taught me Bulletproof Love, Chemical Kids And Mechanical Brides, Yeah Boy And Doll Face, Million Dollar Houses, The New National Anthem, Disasterology, and their cover of Michael Jackson’s Beat It. I already knew how to play Just The Way You Are.

By the time i learned all of them and had them down pat, it was time to leave. We went back out to the bus and put our guitars away, woke the rest of the band, then i came back into the house to say goodbye to my family.

I’d only be gone for eight months; i’d be back before christmas. But my mom made it seem like i was leaving them forever.

After our long ten minute goodbyes, we got back on the bus. Mike told us that we had to stop in Toronto to pick up our tour manager/driver. I climbed into my bunk and decided to skype my boyfriend, Terry. “hello”, he said. “hey”, i replied. “how’s tour?”, he asked. “we just left, but i know it’s going to be awesome!” he laughed, “that’s good” “yeah”, came my response. “i need to tell you something”, he told me. “what’s up?”, i asked.

That’s when the news hit me. “we need to break up”, he told me. “why?!”, i exclaimed. I felt like i’d been hit by a train. “i don’t feel it’s working out”, was his answer. “oh”, was all i could manage. “sorry”, he said before signing off.

I closed my laptop and tossed it to the foot of my bed. I curled up in a ball and cried silently. Almost fifteen seconds later, there was a knock on the wall. “Can i come in?”, Vic’s voice asked. I tried to get my voice together while i dried my eyes. “yeah, sure” Vic opened the curtain and climbed in to sit beside me. He put his arm around my shoulders. “come here”, he told me. I curled up next to him. He started singing a song i didn’t recognize. Then before i knew it, i was asleep.

The next morning i woke up to the sound of the band playing Million Dollar Houses outside. This afternoon we were leaving for touring. I had no clue where we were headed, but it didn’t matter; i was with my favorite people ever, and i trusted them.

I headed downstairs, still in my pajamas. “they were waiting for you to get up, so they could eat breakfast with you. I’m making chocolate chip waffles”, my dad said. “ooooh waffles”, i said. “just get the guys” i opened the front door and yelled out to them, “breakfast is ready!!” “Nice pj’s!!!”, yelled some creep who lived on the street across from me. “the hell”, Mike said, before he took off after the kid. I stared after him in confusion. “he’ll be back”, said Jaime, “let him go. Let’s get some breakfast.”

We went inside and sat down at the table. “where’s Mike?”, my dad asked. “he got a call, and insisted he had to take it”, Tony said, “he’ll be here soon.”

My dad delivered a heaping plate of chocolate chip waffles to the table, just as Mike walked into the kitchen. “what do you want to drink?”, my dad asked all of us, “theres chocolate milk, and coffee for the adults” “CHOCOLATE MILK!”, Jaime said. He’s such a kid at heart. “coffee for the rest of us please.”, Vic said, “unless anyone else wants chocolate milk” “I’ll have chocolate milk too please”, Tony said, looking at Vic. “me as well please”, Mike put in. “meh, might as well”, Vic said. We laughed.

We finished our breakfast, and Tony helped me put all the dishes in the dishwasher. We headed out to the bus, (with me still dressed in a tank top and pajamas), and set up our stuff for later. I unpacked my suitcase and put my clothes on a shelf above my bed, next to my laptop, iPod, and phone. I shoved the empty suitcase underneath the bed. The bed had a little curtain i could pull closed when i wanted to be alone. That could come in handy when i was skyping my boyfriend.

I finished unpacking and headed back into the house. Only three more hours until we had to leave. I sat down on the couch and turned on the tv. I skipped through the channels, and the only thing on that i liked was spongebob. I decided on that. 

“now this is good pizza”, Jaime said, stuffing another piece into his mouth. My mom had made pizza for us and we were sitting on my living room floor eating. “i agree.”, i replied. “tell your mom she’s an amazing cook”, Mike told me. “i will”, i said.

When we finished the pizza, Tony asked “now what?” “why not play a couple songs. Teach her Caraphernelia”, Vic suggested. “can we?”, i asked hopefully, looking at him. “certainly”, he told me.

We went out to the bus and sat down in the lounge. Vic handed me my new guitar. Jaime picked up his bass, and Tony and Vic picked up their guitars. Meanwhile, Mike just sat there. I guess there’s no drum set on the bus.

“i assume you know all the lyrics”, said Vic. “yeah”, i replied. “well then let’s start with chords and riffs” we spent at least two hours practicing, and after that, i knew the whole song, not only the lyrics, but i knew how to play it on guitar as well. “you’re a natural”, said Tony. “thank you”, i told him, smiling.

“so, how good are you at singing?”, Vic asked me. “uhh, good enough to get by.”, i answered. “do you want to sing the girls voice in Besitos then?” i was stoked. “oh my god, YES!” they laughed. “awesome! And i suppose you know those lyrics too?”, Vic asked. I laughed, “yeah.” “perfect!”, he said, “let’s practice.”

We spent at least three hours practicing before my mother came out and told me it was time to go to bed. I told the band goodnight, and got a hug from all of them, before heading to bed. Best birthday ever.

“OH MY FREAKING GOD!!!!” i screamed. ” Happy Birthday!” the band said. “that’s only half your present.”, my brother said. “the other half is that you get to tour with us.” finished Vic. “oh, and this is now yours. Signed from all of us.” “Might want to bring it with you; you never know when you’re going to play with us”, Jaime said, handing over Vic’s signature white guitar with green paint splatters.

“you’re kidding me right?” i said in awe. “no, we’re actually dead serious.”, Mike said. “like our tour bus is parked outside. We leave tomorrow afternoon”, Tony put in.

I looked at my parents. Were they really letting me go with them? “better pack your things. I put your suitcase on your bed. Vic already agreed to help you.” my mom said. “thank you, thank you, thank you!” i said hugging my mom, my dad and my brother. “thank you so much! This is the best present ever!”

I ran upstairs and threw all my band shirts, skinny jeans, converse, and ipod in my suitcase. “woah, slow down there”, Vic said, as he walked into my room. ” save room for the stuff you’ll really need” i laughed, “and what would those be?” “you know, toothpaste and a toothbrush maybe” “i know, i was going to grab them.” i walked over to the bathroom to get them from my drawer and when i returned, Vic was kneeling on my bed, signing my Pierce The Veil poster. “thought it needed my signature”, he said, winking at me. “thank you”,i said. “i’ll get the rest of the band to sign it when they wake up.” he replied. “they went back to the bus for a nap. I guess being held up in a cardboard box for ten minutes can really tire them out.” we both laughed.

When we finally got my suitcase packed, Vic picked it up and carried it downstairs. “want to see where you’ll be staying?”, he asked. “sure.”, i replied. We then went outside to the tour bus.

He led me up the stairs and onto the narrow bus. There was a long hallway with rows of bunks on either side. At the end of the hallway, there was what looked to be a recording studio and a lounge, with guitars set up along the wall.

He showed me the first bunk on the right. “this one’s yours”, he told me. I nodded. He took my suitcase and put it on my bed. ” we’ll take care of that later.”, he told me, “but right now, let’s wake them up” he walked over to the miniature kitchen and grabbed three water bottles from the fridge. He tossed one to me. “you get Jaime, i’ll get Tony and Mike” i nodded and smiled, “aight” “1..2..3!” we unscrewed the caps of the water bottles and dumped them on their heads.

“WHAT THE…?!” Jaime screamed. Vic and I stood there laughing. “you got us good”, Jaime joked. “PANTERA!!”, i yelled. Vic laughed. “so you know about that?” “i watched all your videos and interviews” i explained. “don’t worry, you’re not a stalker”, Tony told me. “okay, i was worried there for a second”

“moooooooooooom!” i yelled, “where’s my Pierce The Veil shirt?” it was my 16th birthday, and that was the shirt i wanted to wear (favourite shirt for an awesome day). My mom came down the stairs and handed it to me. “thanks” i said, as i ran upstairs to put it on. I looked up at my Pierce The Veil poster and said “let this be the best day ever” before heading out the door.

Turns out, it wasn’t the best day ever. More like the worst, but i don’t want to get into that. I trudged into the house. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” my parents yelled. “thanks” i said, forcing a smile. No way were they going to find out about my horrible day. “open your present!”, my little brother, ryan, said, pulling my arm. I looked at the present, and holy freaking cow was it ever the biggest present i’ve seen. I opened it and it was a giant ass box. I started to open the box and i said jokingly, “this better not be the box trick.” i pulled open the box and, to my surprise, it wasn’t the box trick. It was Vic, Jaime, Tony, and Mike. It was Pierce The Veil.