Login with:

Facebook

Twitter

Tumblr

Google

Yahoo

Aol.

Mibba

Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

My Understandings

The Balcony Scene

~Vic~
Don't react when I tell you...And don't react when I tell you...That bright lights mean nothing to you. Cause no one would know the sound of a ghost. And I might be something to you. Beyond beautiful is the sound of a ghost
Can we lose our minds And call it love for the last time? My darling never rest Until the darker gets The best of all we had Can the cold carry on?
When the light means nothing to you. Then no one would know. The sound of a ghost. And I might be perfect with you. But no one would know. So tell me, tell me
Have you ever really danced on the edge? Is something still scaring you? Have you ever really danced on the edge? The count of three is up. Have you ever really danced on the edge? All right, then, tell me so. Have you ever really danced on the edge? Just hold my hand and jump
And bright lights mean nothing to you. Cause no one would know the sound of a ghost. Oh, no one would know the sound of a ghost

I have never felt this way about a girl before. Ellie is just so different and I like different. I love how she’s so independent. Nothing gets past her, and quite frankly, nothing will. She looks at me, her crystal eyes boring into mines.
“Have you ever really danced on the edge?” she mumbled.
“Ellie. I know you probably been hurt before, but I promise you, I will not hurt you. And I might be perfect with you, but no one would know. So tell me, tell me.” she began to stutter and fumble with her hands until she smiled at me.
“I trust you.” She nods. “Yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.” She turned around to face me and she placed her lips on mine. I rest my hands on her waist and her arms are over my shoulder. We kissed that night and nothing will ever ruin that moment for me.
~Austin~
It was all over twitter.
@piercethevic congrats!!!!
Ellie Schmitt: @piercethevic have you really danced on the edge?
Vic Fuentes:@ElleSNS yes, the edge of the bus that we kissed on
I can’t believe it. Ellie and Vic are a couple! We can’t even say two nice words to each other! Why was I as dumb as to breaking up with her? I should’ve just told her. She would’ve understood. But I was the dick. I was scared that if I didn’t make it through the surgery, I would never see her again. But it didn’t matter because I did make it through the surgery. And I did want her back. But she was getting a record deal for her band. Then I met Gielle. And it went downhill from there. We got married and things were well, until I went on tour. She cheated on me, got pregnant, had a miscarriage and we divorced. Now I’m touring with the real love of my life who I would love to marry to. But she’s dating Vic. Vic usually has long term relationships. I hate the thought of his hands being on Ellie.
1 new tweet
Megan Lake:@ElleSNS @piercethevic good luck you two. Vic is gonna hurt you and when he does I’ll be the one to laugh my ass off.
That hurt. This person doesn’t know how amazing Ellie is and anybody would be lucky to date her. Dickhead or not!
1 new tweet
David Schmitt: @meganlake67 my sister makes stupid choices, but if she feels like Vic is the one, then he is the one
I rip the cords out of my arm. I dial Alan’s number.
“Hey man, come and get me. This hospital is making me sick.” I change my clothes and wait by the entrance. A million questions running through my mind. But only one person can answer that.
Ellie.
~Ellie~
“HEY!” we had an off day today because of two things. One, the Sleeping with Sirens tour bus broke down and two, because we got a new tour bus. Our old one was this ugly blue color. Now the new one is purple!
“Whoa! This is sick! A new place to smoke weed!” Ryan yelled. We walked up the stairs and saw the driver’s seat. Up those steps was the main room or the “living room”. Two long couches facing each other and red carpet. down three steps was the bunks. Two separate rooms with four sets of bunks. Next to that was the bathroom. Small shower and small toilet. Both were slightly bigger than our other bus. The kitchen was bigger than our last one small, but bigger. The interior was black and burgundy. Very pretty. The bunks had curtains that actually worked. I will love this bus with infinity. But back to reality. While waiting for the bus to get fixed, we’re having a water gun fight to pass the time. The teams were divided pretty easily. Sleeping with Sirens, Sorry Not Sorry and Falling in Reverse against Pierce the Veil, Bring Me the Horizon, and Black Veil Brides.
Vic was purposely squirting at my boobs and Oli aiming for Miley’s butt because she kept ducking. Ronnie had thrown his whole water gun at CC and they disappeared to get some booze. Ashley was squirting at Andy who was aiming at Kellin. But Kellin was fascinating over himself because he dumped all his water on himself and shook his hair. Phil and Tino had join in, but quickly left to go with Ronnie and CC. Jesse was doing small squirts at Jaime who made an epic FAIL to even figure out how his worked. Tony was squirting Mike who was running around prancing. He was drunk, we could tell, and we left him. Vic came charging at me and it happened in slow motion. He picked me up, I was screaming my heart out as he threw me over his shoulder. Jack and Jaime came with the bucket of water and dumped it on us. I giggled out of joy and full war was out. Water balloons were passed out. But instead of water, it was paint. I grabbed a pink one and aimed at Vic’s balls. It exploded and everyone froze. They all took a moment to stare at his pink crouch.
That’s when the thunder started and it was pouring. But we dare not stop.Oli ran and kissed Miley. It was passionate. They were covered in paint and the rain was washing it away. I took a moment to admire it. It reminds me of Austin.
No no no. Vic is your guy.
Music blaster from the speakers and some people danced, some continued with the water and paint. Before I could look, I felt something wet hit my back. I turned around and saw Austin. Balloon in hand. I smirked and grabbed a water gun and squirted him back. Alan joined and so did Vic and it felt okay. All my friends were having fun despite the stress. Warped is gonna be a blast and I have everyone to thank.
After the war, Vic and I decided to sit on top of our new bus. We had paint on our hands, so we left hand prints on it. This really made the bus special. We were sitting, I was between his legs and we were looking down at the people, smiling, the weight of the world not at their shoulders. Today has been fun and it’s even better watching the sunset with Vic. He laced our fingers together and kissed the side of my head. No words were spoken. None didn’t need to be. It felt right. Us against the world. Me and Vic. Vic and I. in this moment I want to stay frozen forever. Never leave. Never have any more stress in life. My best friend has a boyfriend and I have one.
Life is simply glistening.

“What do you mean?!” I yell at Ronnie. I don’t understand. He’s sitting here telling me that this happiness I have isn’t going to last long. I mean duh, I know that, but why is he saying, our happiness isn’t going to last.
“I mean you and Vic. Right now, you guys are all happy dandy. But we know Vic. Ever since Cara, he’s been hooking up with randoms. Right now, you’re holding him back. But when he gets tired, he’s going to dump and trash you. We really don’t want that.” this made the anger boil inside me. But it went away when I realized it’s kinda true. But I hope it doesn’t end that way. Ronnie shrugged his shoulders and I went to find Vic. I walked to the interview tent. Only person there was Austin.
“Hey Austin. Have you seen Vic?” he shook his head. I gave him a small smile and headed off. Austin and I are on good terms. We’re working our way up to being friends. Everyone was packing up for the 12 hour journey to Las Vegas. I’ve looked everywhere but he’s nowhere in sight. I had to go, the buses were cranking up. I ran to my bus and saw Miley crashed on the couch. Max was working on a new beat and Ryan was smoking weed. Yup typical day. I walked towards the bunks and I screamed.
“What the fuck?!?!?!” Vic was sitting on my top bunk hand between crossed legs, Pikachu hat on top of his beanie, bottle of beer in hand as he stares at the wall. I climb up the bunk and look at his eyes. He’s zoned out. It’s hard to tell if he’s drunk, stoned, or both. I spoke slowly so he could understand me.
“Victor. Are. You. Okay?” his eyes slowly meet mines. Then he falls forward to the floor. I put a hand over my mouth. He doesn’t moves. But I can tell he’s still breathing. I dial my brothers number.
“Hey David. What do you do to a person who is stoned drunk?” Kyle and David are always stoned drunk.
“Is he passed out?” I nudged my foot into his stomach. Not so much as a grunt.
“Definitely.”
“Okay, lift him to the bottom bunk so when he rolls, it won’t be as far as a drop. Put a heating pack on his face, water, and Tylenol. For now.”
*Boop*
“Shit Kyle! Did we just run over a fucking squirrel?” Silence. “A fucking skunk! There’s blood on the window! Ellie call you back!” I stare at my phone. A skunk? I groan and struggle to pick up Vic and throw him onto the bunk. I grab a heating pack from Ryan’s bunk and plug it in. while waiting it to heat, I get some water and Tylenol. I put the pack on his face and sit next to him. His hands and legs are shaking nonstop. Man how much weed did Ryan give him? I remember the first time Ryan and I went through a withdrawal.
*Flashback of 2010*
“Ryan, what the hell is this?” it was a glass tube thing with a grass stuffed in it. Smoke was acumlinating.
“It’s a bong. Dude, put your mouth on it and inhale. It’s going to be great.” I did what he said. I put my mouth on it and inhale. I choked and coughed the first three times. But by the fourth
time, it was relaxing. We took turns with the bong and by nine at night, we went through half a pound of weed. But night time was the worse. My head was killing me. my hands and legs were jittery. Lying in bed while all this is happening is nerve racking. Ryan came in minutes later in the same state. We sat in bed together. Shaking and crying and what we thought, dying. Our eyes were blank, wide, and empty. By morning, our heads hurt so much. We couldn’t walk or talk without sounding stupid.
*Flashback 0ver*
I chuckle at the thought. I haven’t smoked it since. I mean half a pound in three hours.
Whoa.
Ryan doesn’t smoke as much so the withdrawals aren’t bad when he can’t smoke for a couple days. Vic on the other hand was just as bad as we were when we first did it. I look at Vic’s trembling lips. I kissed them slightly and they formed into a smile.
“Vic?”
“Man, Ryan is trill.”
“You mean chill?” I ask.
“No, I mean trill. Ryan and I were talking. When we get to Las Vegas, we’re having our first official date.”
“Oh, so taco trucks don’t count as dates?” I didn’t get an answer. I got a snore instead. I put a blanket on him and climbed on my bunk. I need a nap myself. I braid my hair up and check my messages one last time. I go to bed dreaming of that poor skunk.

Notes

Comments

I love this story!!! And your username is amazing!! I love Heroes!

I want Austin and Ellie back together already!...

i ship ellie and alex

I've been crying trough it all... I love it!!

YAAAAAYYYY

laullypop laullypop
12/11/13