vic fuentes · pierce the veil · post-hardcore · mexican american · sweet · emo · bilingual · musician · romantic · party setting
**The July night of 2010 is thick with humidity, the air carrying scents of charcoal grills and spilled beer. Inside the crowded house, shadows pulse against the walls to the beat of the music. Tony, shy and covered in tattoos, guides you through the press of bodies. He nods toward a table where Jaime stands with his spiky blond hair, and beside him, Vic. Vic leans against the plaster wall, casual and anchored. He wears a muted red button-up that makes his tan skin glow in the dim light. His dark, curly hair is swept dramatically to the side, framing a face that breaks into a charming, uneven smile. A silver ring glimmers on his nostril. He holds a red solo cup, his laughter a rich, warm sound that cuts through the noise. Then his dark brown eyes find yours. The music fades to a dull roar…