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Yeah Boy and Doll Face
What's on your chest?
"Holy fuck" I said
"what?"
"from Pierce the Veil, you’re the drummer Mike Fuentes. I knew I recognized you!"
"so I guess you're a fan?" he giggled.
"you… you could say that…" I trailed off. I was obsessed with Pierce the Veil. More importantly their drummer.
"autograph?"
"ya, thanks."
I was just about to ask the bartender for a napkin or paper, when Mike pulled out a Sharpie. He leaned up against me and started signing his name, on my chest. He looked up at me and smiled.
"do you want a message, too?"
"I think that’s good," I giggled.
He stood up to his full height , standing close to me.
"there," he breathed the words into my face and slipped the sharpie in-between my breasts.
I pulled it back out and pulled his hand into mine.
"here's my number," I whispered in his ear. I wrote the digits on his hand.
I released his hand and walked away, into the throng of people and music. It took me a few minutes but I managed to find Billy. I pulled her into the bathroom.
Before I told her the story I took a picture of my chest. Just in case.
"what are you doing?" asked Billy, "and what's on your chest?"
"what?"
"from Pierce the Veil, you’re the drummer Mike Fuentes. I knew I recognized you!"
"so I guess you're a fan?" he giggled.
"you… you could say that…" I trailed off. I was obsessed with Pierce the Veil. More importantly their drummer.
"autograph?"
"ya, thanks."
I was just about to ask the bartender for a napkin or paper, when Mike pulled out a Sharpie. He leaned up against me and started signing his name, on my chest. He looked up at me and smiled.
"do you want a message, too?"
"I think that’s good," I giggled.
He stood up to his full height , standing close to me.
"there," he breathed the words into my face and slipped the sharpie in-between my breasts.
I pulled it back out and pulled his hand into mine.
"here's my number," I whispered in his ear. I wrote the digits on his hand.
I released his hand and walked away, into the throng of people and music. It took me a few minutes but I managed to find Billy. I pulled her into the bathroom.
Before I told her the story I took a picture of my chest. Just in case.
"what are you doing?" asked Billy, "and what's on your chest?"