#victorywestergaard

Darcy couldn't believe the weekend was over so soon and that school was just around the corner. Junior year... everyone kept saying it was a big one, but as long as she had Victory with her, she doubted that she'd feel any different than she had every other year. Life was just better with a best friend to be with you through everything, and she turned to him with a big grin on her face as they waited in line for the final act of Walt Fest: Hannah Montana. "I'm bored," Darcy whined as she reached out to take both his hands in hers, raising them up to waist level and leaving them hanging here. "Play the hand slap game with me while we wait for this line to move," she insisted, not even giving him time to react as she placed her hands underneath his, using lightning fast reflexes to them flip hers over to lightly slap the top of his, indicating that the game had begun.

Victory was pretty good at being alone with his thoughts for one simple reason - it never actually felt like he was alone. He'd always been afraid of the quiet until he met Darcy Weselton, and since then it was like she was always in his head, even if they were both quiet and standing in line, for example, like they were right now. Victory got pretty impatient in lines, but like most other things, it was okay as long as he was with Darcy. He could almost feel the thought "I'm bored" move from her head out of her mouth in real time. "I'm not," he smiled back, his hands in the slap game position almost without his even noticing it. "But fiiiiiine." He drew the word out, mocking her whining, though he stopped flat when she landed the first strike. "Damn it," he muttered, looking up and into her eyes and trying to find the exact right moment to flip and slap - and missing entirely. "There's got to be something you aren't amazing at," he sighed, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smile as he tried again.

Darcy quirked an eyebrow at Victory's comment; she loved being showered in attention, but praise from someone who knew her better than anyone was always her favorite because she knew it was real. "Well, sounds like we need to try something new tonight, then, and continue our search for something I'm bad at... but I mean, it's Walt Fest, we're probably just going to find something else we're awesome at." Using his moment of distraction to her advantage, tickling the palms of his hands from underneath for a second, then, like a flash she slapped his hands again. "Hopefully this line won't move until you get one in on me, you're not allowed to be grumpy during Hannah Montana!"

Victory shook his head at Darcy, amused. "Please. We could do everything in the world tonight and I'm pretty sure we'd just find more things you kick ass at." He felt the need to add something sarcastic or cutting after the compliment burst forth, to keep from sounding like he was just blowing smoke up her ass, but he was distracted again by the game and by another point against him. "You kidding? We're not gonna stop playing till I win, Hannah or no Hannah." He focused again on their hands, taking his time, trying to build the suspense. The idea to do something to distract her and win a point crossed his mind - for a brief second, he imagined leaning in as though he was going to kiss her and taking the moment to seize victory, but in the same instant he imagined it, he discredited the idea. Darcy wasn't going to be distracted by that, and besides, it was way too close to what his dad had done to Anna of Arendelle, as far as the stories went. More glad than ever that she couldn't actually read his mind, Victory took a breath and tried the hand thing again, managing to hit one of her hands while the other escaped, and at that second he thought he felt the line move. "Damn it, one more time."

Darcy pretended to gasp at his statement. "You'd skip Hannah Montana for a game that we play almost everytime I'm bored? Unless you're planning on deleting boredom from my life from this moment on, you better check that plan again!" Darcy giggled as her hands managed to outpace his through the air, though; he slapped one gently but the other eluded him, and she stuck her tongue out triumphantly, enjoying the rush of victory even against her best friend. "Okay, fine, you just keep going, though, I don't need any more turns, I already know I'm awesome, you're the one who needs extra," she taunted, holding her hands out and leaving them limp instead of alert, ready to let him hit them on purpose so that once he'd gotten his half a second of triumph, she could just grab his hands and start pulling him into the concert instead.

Victory rolled his eyes. "I'd skip Hannah for free. Beating you would just be a perk." He was mainly joking, Hannah Montana was one of the acts he was actually kind of excited to see tonight, not that he'd go blabbing about it to anyone but his best friend. His tongue stuck out almost immediately on reflex, and he vaugely wondered in the back of his mind how many times they'd taunted each other like this before. It was one of the few things in the world he'd never get tired of, that much he knew; every time felt just as fun as the first time, and the only way it got better was when he won. In his mind, his hands flashed at the speed of light to come down lightly on hers, and he was ready to claim ultimate victor rights for life, but then her hands closed around his and he knew she'd let him as she dragged him forward. "This isn't over, Weselton," he insisted, though he was completely fine letting her take control as they moved to settle in for a musical set of one of their faves. "In fact, rematch - Predictions. Which song do you think she'll sing first? Right answer gets bragging rights for life."

Darcy narrowed her eyes at Victory in a stink eye that she was sure he was well-versed in, then quickly burst into a fit of giggles. "Whatever you say, Fanboy," she called him out on his bluff, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet with anticipation as it drew closer to time for Hannah's set to start. "It's never over with us, Westergaard," Darcy reminded him as he let her take his hands, weaving her fingers between his to make sure that she didn't lose him in the crowd. He was a bigger target, easier to get caught up in a crowd anyway, and he wasn't nearly as quick and sneaky as she could be, but that was okay; Darcy always kept Victory right beside her and would never let him get lost. "In fact, if you ever try to end our friendship, I'll kick your ass, just warning you," Darcy pointed out as they finally made it into the performance area and she dropped his hands to stand by his side instead. She bumped his hip with hers, saying, "That's stupid, you shouldn't have let me pick first, you and I both know it's going to be 'Best of Both Worlds' but I got to claim it as my answer, sucks to be you."

Victory held her hands tighter as the crowd got thicker, not wanting to be separated. Hannah Montana might be one of the best acts he could imagine watching, but watching it without Darcy would be pointless. Who would he laugh with or make comb his hand with her fingers while he pretended not to mouth the words to 'If We Were a Movie'? He actually lost sight of her small blonde head a few times in the crowd, but as long as his hands were in hers, he was fine, they were fine. They got to the performance area and he shoved his hands in his pockets as soon as they were empty again. "You can't kick what you can't reach," he fired back, getting on his tip toes to make her look extra short besides him. He returned her hip bump and reached his hands up to his hair, pulling out his man bun and letting the hair flow. He ran a hand through it and laughed. "I know no such thing. I'm, like, a billion percent sure she's gonna start with Nobody's Perfect and you're going to look like a total Wesel-loser." He reached over for a moment and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze so that she knew he was kidding in case she didn't pick up on that, their little bets easy to put on the backburner as Hannah's band started warming up.

Darcy huffed indignantly, asking, "What do you think all my hurdles training has been leading to? I don't actually care about winning ribbons on the track team, I care about being able to jump-kick your butt at the perfect angle on the perfect occasion." Darcy jumped up into the air just enough to ruffle his hair affectionately; even though he'd known her long enough to know her insults were all in good fun, she still liked to remind him that her 'harsh' words were never serious, not where he was concerned. "Pffft, Nobody's Perfect? That's way more likely to be an encore song! Although come to think of it, if she's going to go with anything unexpected, I'm pretty sure she's done Rock Star as an opener before... damn, that's a good one, now I want that to be first, I've heard Best of Both Worlds enough." Losing her cool at the sound of the band starting, she reached out and squeezed Victory's wrist to keep from flailing. "We're really seeing Hannah Montana, oh my God, I can't believe this, this is so awesome! And we're so close to the stage, if you lift me up and start me body surfing, I could even end up there with her -- how long do you think it would take her to kick me off?" she asked, her voice dropping as the lights started to, and the concert neared its beginning.

Victory burst out laughing at the idea of Darcy run-hurdle-jumping at him. He didn't burst out laughing often but when he did, it was always because of Darcy. Damn Darcy. "Have I told you lately that you're crazy?" was all he could laugh in reply to her, his smile growing at the feel of her hand on his hair. He felt the urge to sit down besides her so she could play with it as the music went on, but he had to stay on his feet, had to rock out to Hannah the way that Hannah deserved. They could do that any day, but there was only going to be one Hannah Montana show, and it was right here, right now. He let out a breath as he remembered that Rock Star existed, nodding along with Darcy. "It's one of the best ones, she's gotta," he hoped, looking down to see Darcy's fingers close around his wrist. He was just as excited as she was, his insides feeling like a soda bottle that'd be shaken like crazy. "Well, that's one way to make tonight a night you'll never forget. Hannah seems like she'd be a good kicker, though. Try to keep her from getting rid of you for like fifteen seconds at least, that'll gimme time to get up to the stage and catch you," he joked, though he kinda hoped Darcy did it. The drums kicked in, though, and he forgot what he was saying as "It's All Right Here" began, and by the time the guitar kicked in he was already bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Darcy rolled her eyes fondly at him. "Only every other day, thanks," Darcy told him, her mind whirling as she evaluated the pros and cons or trying to end up on Hannah's stage... but in the end, she shook her head, admitting a rare defeat. "I've been waiting too long to get to see her live, I don't want to kick out," Darcy admitted seriously, although any worries about things she could do wrong or winning bets flew out the window as the opening chords to "It's All Right Here" played and Darcy let out a shriek of excitement, already waving her hands in the air and belting the lyrics that she knew by heart. With every song, her excitement only rose: as she turned to Victory and winked during 'If We Were a Movie', knowing how often they did the karaoke version at home together; as she jumped on Victory's back to get a better look at the stage when she slowed things down for more emotional ballads like 'Don't Wanna Be Torn' and 'Ordinary Girl', as she shook and shimmied and followed every single command Hannah chanted out during the Ice Cream Freeze. It was one of the most exciting things that had happened in her whole life, seeing one of her idols live, and beside her, she could tell Victory was having nearly as much fun. "She must be getting close to the encore," Darcy pouted, leaning into Victory and wrapping her arms around his middle for support. "I don't ever want this night to end, though."

Victory had known Darcy since he was a kid, and though they often got hype about random things just for fun, he didn't think he'd ever seen her this excited. It was effervescent and high energy and still totally Darcy, and totally endearing. He nodded along to the song as it went on, changing his tempo as the setlist flew by, and even singing along to "If We Were a Movie" which was even more fun along with Hannah than it was karaoke style, though if anyone but Darcy asked he'd swear up and down it was just lip-synching. It was dorky to fall into the waving a phone in the air while slow songs played, he knew, but it didn't matter, not really, not today. In fact, it was hard not to smile. Really hard. If Hannah killing it in the same space as them wasn't enough, seeing Darcy like this definitely was. He hugged his best friend around her shoulders leaned into him, letting out a sigh. "I think this might be the best night ever," he admitted in a low voice as the opening chords to "He Could Be the One" kicked in. Knowing they were getting towards the end, he decided to sing along for the last few songs, turning to Darcy after the first lines and winking.

Darcy was always energetic, but tonight was something truly extraordinary for her. Almost all of her favorite songs had played already, though, and Darcy could feel the night slipping away from her without anything else truly epic happening on top of the concert. This was a night Darcy wanted to remember forever - the way Hannah sounded live, the way Victory kept smiling at her like he was having almost as fun as she was, the way she felt like she could dance all night long without her body aching even just a little bit thanks to the adrenaline. She wanted to soak it all in, and as she shouted 'He Could Be The One' at the top of her lungs and saw Victory winking from beside her, an impulsive thought grabbed hold of her brain and told Darcy what she should do. "Hey, you know how we said we need to find something new to try tonight? Something I'll obviously be more awesome at than you?" Darcy asked, feeling surprisingly calm about what she wanted to do next even though most girls would be freaking out, overthinking, worrying about the future of their friendship afterwards... She didn't wait for Victory to answer her question, though; she let the words of the song flow through her as she stopped her singalong and instead pushed herself up onto tiptoes, confidently pressing her lips to Victory's for the first time in her life.

Victory found that, with the mix of his heart pounding in his ears and one of his favorite Hannah songs building in the background, he could barely hear Darcy as she spoke this time around. He leaned down just a little bit to try to make her out better, and once he caught the end, he understood the sentiment, but before he could answer the question or even acknowledge it, Darcy's lips were on his, and he swore the entire rest of the festival went dead quiet. He kissed back without hesitation, without questions, bringing his hands up to cup the sides of her face. It probably should've been weird, introducing kissing to their friendship when it wasn't something they'd ever done before, but it wasn't, not even a little bit. In fact, it kind of made everything make sense. He could feel his entire life coming together, and it felt like Darcy, all Darcy, right there in front of him taking up his air and his heart. He pulled back to catch his breath and wondered if he should say something but decided to go back in for seconds, hearing the music again now as it hit a crescendo.

Darcy had heard that first kisses could be awkward, or weird, or uncomfortable -- or even slobbery! But it turned out that hers wasn't any of those things. Darcy's was her just deciding that she was old enough now to turn to the boy she'd declared was going to marry her someday way back when they were five and kiss him, and then feeling an impossible surge of adrenaline, even when she'd thought she was already riding the highest of highs from the concert. She smiled against Victory's lips, amused by how eagerly he kissed back, like he'd just been waiting for the day that Darcy decided to go for it, and she was glad she had -- they'd always just fit, and she, at least, had always been sure this was a step they'd get to someday. "Now this is really the best night ever," Darcy laughed, letting Victory lean in for another kiss, but stopping it much shorter than the first had been. If she kept kissing him now, they'd get bored with it, or worse, they'd miss the rest of the concert, so instead she pressed one finger to his chest, teasing, "Trying it again isn't going to make you more awesome at it than I am, sorry, you like, predicted a self-fulfilling prophecy right at the start of the night, who are we to mess with fate?" she asked, sticking her tongue out at him to avoid the stupid smile that threatened to spread across her face when she realized there was more than one meaning to her words.

Victory could feel her smile against his mouth, and that was the best part, wasn't it? Darcy's smile. She smiled when she was being sweet, when she was being tough, and it had always kind of felt like her smile was enough for the both of them. He found her little ten-years-ago prophecy ringing in his ears, that he was going to marry her someday, and let the thought wash over him. It'd be cool with him. He let out a dopey smile at her teasing, sticking a tongue back out at her before his wits came back about him. "Finally," he gasped, acting like he was about to make a declaration of love. "Finally... I found something I'm better at than you. You can try to deny it but we both know it's true. It's written." His ears felt warm at the mention of the word fate but he didn't feel like being mushy right now. That wasn't really them. What was them, though, was rocking out to Hannah Montana, and so he grabbed Darcy's hand and spun her in a circle as Hannah reached the chorus.