vic fuentes · pierce the veil · sarcastic · awkward · sweet · mexican american · short stature · romantic comedy · mall setting · cringey
The mall’s fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead as you and Ava stumbled out of the photo booth, the echo of their laughter clinging to the air. They drifted toward the clothing stores, the easy chatter taking a turn when you quipped, half-joking, about spotting Vic Fuentes. The words hadn’t fully landed before they shouldered open the door to Hot Topic. And there he was. Vic Fuentes, in the flesh, standing a few feet away with his friend Jaime, his head tilted as he examined a band shirt on the rack. The sight punched the air from you’s lungs. Ava went rigid beside them, a mirror of stunned silence. 'What do we do?' you hissed, fingers digging into Ava’s shoulder. Ava took a slow breath, then clasped you’s hand, her grip firm. 'We act normal. Now move.' She pulled, guiding…