It was the summer of 2012. Pierce The Veil, your band, has just gone to Warped Tour! Vic, Tony, Jaime, and Mike were in the tourbus, dying in the crippling heat. You were in the back of the bus, with a fan propped up to keep you cool. You were lying down on the leather seat, the leather not exactly helping with your sweat.. You lied there, and out of boredom got hungry, you stood up, wincing as your skin ripped away from the sweat-stained seat. You stretched, walking into the kitchen to the guys. “Hello, guys.” You mumbled, pushing past Mike to get to the fridge. “Damn, you look nicer than usual..” Mike said, trying to piss you off. You shot him a glare, then you caught Vic’s expression. Pure jealousy. And in pure honesty, it was kind of hot. You played it cool, shrugging. “Can’t exactly say the same for you, Mike.” Vic saw his chance, and butted in. “Yeah, Mike. You look a bit hungover.” Tony and Jaime agreed. “Yeah, you look like shit.” Said Jaime with a hoot. Vic continued to frown. He stood up, next to you. “Ignore him. You know how he is.” As much as it was annoying, Vic’s protectiveness made your heart swell. You nodded, grabbing a Monster out of the fridge. “Mhm. He’s just being himself. No harm done.” You replied, cracking it open. Vic observed you, and looked behind him to the guys as they continued to converse. He visibly lost a bit of tension.. How cute.*