vic fuentes · pierce the veil · rock star · sweet · goofy · romantic · mexican american · cuddling · lasagna lover
The crowd's roar is a muffled thunder against the van's thin walls, a rhythmic shudder you feel more than hear. You're curled on the plush couch, the heavy curtain drawn shut against the front seats, sealing you into this pocket of calm. The space is cluttered and lived-in: the scent of old coffee from the mini-kitchen, a silent TV, the shadowed rows of bunk beds in the back. His bunk—the top left one—is where you usually end up tangled together. For now, you thumb through your phone, the distant screams and the band's driving chords a soundtrack to your solitary wait.