Vic Fuentes Is My Dad?!?! ~ KINDA SEQUEL ~

I look at my dad, Vic Fuentes. He was sat in a chair opposite the adoption lady. My heart beated.
 “Please take a seat Isabelle,” The lady said. “This is your..” The lady paused. “Father, Vic Fuentes.”
I tried so hard not burst into tears, this man had saved my life! I looked over at Vic who was staring at me. I smiled at him. I expected him to smile back but he didn’t he ran out of the room. The lady shouted after him but he didn’t come back. I started to cry a bit and the lady patted my back. I remembered that if I cried my eyeliner would fall down my face so I tried not to. I wanted to know where vic went, my dad! Did he not like me??? I wish adam was here.

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I ran out of the office trying to cry. She was my daughter, my own daughter.
 She looked so much like her mother. Apart from the blue hair, and stretchers. I started to cry when Mike walked by.
  “Hey vic what are you doing out here?!” I looked at him tears run down my face. He embraced me in a hug.
 Mike looked at me.
 “Come on bro! You need to get your Mexican ass back in there!”
I smiled. I stayed with Mike for a bit. I need to get myself together.
 After a while the lady came out to see where I was. I walked back in and Mike came with me for support.
  When we walked in isabelle was sat down.
  “Ugh isabelle, this is my brother, mike, hes your uncle.” She smiled and shoock mikes hand.
 “I know.” She said.

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After the adoption process was over me, vic or my dad and mike walked out into the parking lot. I saw Tony and Jaime standing by their tour bus.
 “omfg where are we going?” I ask my vi-my dad
 “warped tour.”
I try so hard not to freak out with happiness. I have ALWAYS wanted to go to warped tour.  
 As we approach Jaime and Tony I get nervous. Jaime Paraccio and Tony Perry are standing right there. Im going on tour with my dad and uncle who are the fucking fuentes brothers!!! No one can wipe this smile off my face not even Jessica Holmes.
 When we get to Jaime and Tony I say hi nervously but its ok because they are super friendly.
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Its Mikes turn to drive. We drive for a couple of hours. Jaime and Tony play on the Xbox while Vic, my dad, tidies up the bunks. I pass the time by drawing a tattoo designs with lyrics from hold on  till may. The song means a lot to me. When I was 9 it saved my life. Vic, my dad, walks by, I hide the design. I don’t want him to see it.
 “How are you?” he asks tucking his long brown wavy but slightly sweaty hair behind his ear.
 “Im okay.” I reply. “Just doing some drawing.” He smiles at me while he picks a snap back from his and mikes shared snap back collection. After collecting a drop dead one he continues to tidey the bunk area.
  “AW Fuck You HIMES!” I hear Tony shout as Jaime jumps up in victory. I smile to myself. This is going to be the best summer ever.
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Mike parked the van on the side of the road that night so we could sleep. Vic, my dad, had spent the whole afternoon tidying the bunk area for me. As there was only four bunks, one for every member of the band there was not enough room for me.
  “She can sleep with me.” Jaime offered. Everyone else agreed and I was to sleep with Jaime.
   Before bed I sat by the side of the road. I looked up at the stars, I knew my mother was looking down on me. Even though this was going to be the best summer ever nothing could change the fact she died of really bad cancer. I sighed and Jaime came out.
  “Hi Hime.” I said.
  “Hi.” He said. He sat down next to me. “What are you thinking about.” He asked. I liked Jaime he was caring.
  “My mother.”
 “She dies of really bad cancer right?”
 “Yeah.”
 “That’s sad.”
 “Hm.” I said.
  Jaime sat there and held my hand. I didn’t care, he was my friend. I always liked Jaime, he was always my favourite in interviews.
  “Do you wanna know why i wanted you to sleep with me?” Haime asked.
 “Why.” I said.
  “Because I love you.” I stared at Jaime, what was he doing? How could he love, ME. I looked at him.
 “Jaime, I, I, I have a boyf.” I stuttered.
 “And is he here now?” He runs his hands through my blue hair and presses his lips to mine. It felt soft and right. I kiss him back under the moon light. He continues running his hands through my hair until we pull apart. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, but when he pulls away his finger gets caught.
  “Um, my fingers stuck in your stretcher.” I feel for Jaimes finger, it had got caught in my stretcher as he went to stuck my hair behind my ear. He tried pulling it out but it was stuck.
  “Jaime?”
 He kept pulling until finally it came out.
 “See you soon Isabelle, I love you.” Jaime says than walks back into the bus.