tony perry’s #1 enthusiast

You were wandering through your local Target, browsing the aisles and searching for everything on your shopping list. With a cart by your side, you moved from section to section, picking up the items you needed while taking your time looking around the store.

As you stepped into an aisle to grab something, you noticed another hand reaching for it already. It was the last one of it. You pulled your hand back, but when you looked at the boy, he also pulled his hand back.

"..it's okay, you can have it." He smiled, nodding his head.

"..no it's alright, I don't really need it that much." you shrug.

"..no..no, I insist."

You picked it off the shelf, placing it into your cart.

"..thanks." you smiled back. "nice piercings." you compliment him.

"..thanks." his sheepish smile just grew. "I'm Tony..we should, hangout sometime." he shrugs, scratching the back of his head. He almost seemed nervous.

You exchanged phone numbers.

You finished paying for the things you needed from target and headed home.

The next morning, you got a few texts...

Tony

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— wanna come over at like 1:15?

— I live at ******

I think I'm free, sure. —

seen

After a while, you finally arrived at his house and walked up to the front door. Taking a moment to steady yourself, you reached out and pressed the doorbell, waiting patiently for him to answer.

"hey." He smiled as he opened the door.

"hey."

He stepped aside to let you in before leading you through the house and up to his bedroom. Once inside, he settled down at his desk, switched on his computer, and began scrolling through different movies, searching for something the two of you could watch together.

Once he had chosen a movie and pressed play, he climbed onto the bed beside you and slipped beneath the covers. Settling into a comfortable position, he turned his attention to the screen as the movie began to play.

Halfway through, while you were ranting about how stupid the characters were, Tony shut you up by wrapping his arms around you. After a few minutes, you got comfortable with it.

Once the movie was over, he switched off his computer and set it aside. He didn't move though, in fact he even pulled you closer. He tangled his legs with yours and buried his face in your hair. With that, you both closed your eyes and went to sleep.

The next morning; you woke up, but Tony wasn't by your side.

You stepped out of bed and out of the bedroom where you found him in the kitchen, he wasn't really making anything, maybe thinking of what to make? He glanced over at you.

"..hey..do you wanna like...bake or something?" He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

With that, the two of you began baking together, working side by side in the kitchen. At one point, he accidentally got a bit of batter on his nose, making you laugh as you reached over to wipe it off for him. The whole morning was filled with smiles, playful moments, and endless laughter as you enjoyed spending time together.

when your older brothers said they needed to practice with their band somewhere because their campus was too strict, you never thought they'd come back to your childhood home in san diego.

more importantly, you'd never thought about exactly who was in their band. obviously you knew your older brothers - mike, who you didn't really care for - and vic, who was your best friend for life. but other than them, you had no idea who else to expect.

for the first practice, you stood curiously peering behind the door connecting your house and your garage, too afraid to go in. you see your brothers at their instruments familiarly. mike was slouching, talking over his drumset to a guy you've never seen before.

you observed from the door crack silently, taking in the new guy's look. his black hair swept greasily to the side while piercings littering his face. you inadvertently tensed a little, too shy to say anything or even approach him. he looked like he was from the typical san diego hardcore scene, which wasn't anything new to you, but anxiety still rose in your chest.

you then glanced to the left, seeing vic laugh, talking to someone else. you relaxed a little at the sight of your older brother, so comfortable and recognizable.

and that's when you laid eyes on him.

you see him for the first time sitting on a plastic chair, tuning his beat up bass. lost in conversation with vic, he ran a hand through his skunk-dyed hair and let out a small giggle. his strong nose scrunched up, thick brows furrowing into something sweet. you felt your face get hot by the second, admiring every little bit of him...but what truly caught your attention was that blond streak through his dark chocolate hair that swooped in all directions. your heard thudded against your ribcage. whoever said that love at first sight isn't real seriously needs to check this guy out.

practice seemed over faster than you realized. you weren't sure how long you stood there, mesmerized by vic's friend. it wasn't until he left when you were fully snapped out of your daze. as mike and vic began to walk to the door you were standing behind, you quickly scrambled away, running down the hallway to the kitchen. the last thing you wanted was to be caught snooping around.

but you only made it halfway down the hallway as the door opened, blowing your cover. you played it off with nonchalance anyways and kept walking casually.

mike glared at you with false annoyance as he walked by you, to which you naturally mirrored. he didn't say anything though, just turning left straight to his room, probably not wanting to be bothered.

vic followed behind mike down the hallway, but this time he followed you straight into the kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet. you opened the fridge as a shield from his face at first, but then absentmindedly remembered you were kind of hungry. as you cocked your head, deciding what you were going to eat, vic closed the fridge door on you abruptly.

"hey! what the hell?" you scoffed, a little more dramatic than intended.

"i need to use the water, shut up," he shushed, placing his cup under the water spout from the fridge and filling it.

"you're so annoying," you retorted, turning your back to him and walking towards the pantry to find something else.

"oh you want to talk about annoying? how about you totally spying on us the whole time and looking through the door crack like a creep?" his tone was light despite him calling you out. vic raised his eyebrows, directing his knowing gaze towards you. you felt a rush of panic and humiliation shot through you as you felt his eyes on your back.

avoiding eye contact, you pretended to be really invested in the mac and cheese boxes. "...i didn't want to bother you guys." you shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"sure," he hummed amusedly, taking a sip of his water. completely seeing through your unbothered facade, he added, "don't worry, nobody saw you but me."

you relaxed your shoulders, which you hadn't even noticed were tense. grabbing a random box, you sauntered over to the stove, biting your cheeks. "...you guys sounded good. that guy with the piercings looked scary as hell, though. thought if i’d say hi he’d stab me to death with a piercing gun."

vic almost spit out his water, snorting with laughter. "tony?! seriously?" he wiped his mouth, his face twisted into his usual lopsided grin. "you're kidding, he's the sweetest dude on earth. the only thing going on up there is turtles, star wars, and his mom. pinky promise."

to that, you snickered a little. "damn. well, i guess all hardcore kids do have a soft side." as you started to prepare your mac n cheese, your mind wandered to the other new guy - the handsome one. you began to ponder about his interests, if he was an undercover nerd like tony. who knew? maybe he liked the same things as you. then you could listen to music together and watch movies together, maybe even make out with them in the backround or even-

"im telling him you said that." vic interjected your thoughts, snapping you out of your daze. you grumbled something unintelligible to yourself as he walked over to you, peering into the pot. "you sharin’ or what?"

you glanced up annoyed until you realized something. "...ill share with you if you tell me more about the other guy. blonde streak?”

vic’s face lit up, eager to do anything for some lunch. “umm…okay. that's jaime, he's from around here…we met at a few shows…i don't know, he’s pretty chill. he was actually in a band with tony, but their band is breaking up or something, so that's why we're all playing together now,” vic continued to ramble and you nodded your head, pretending to listen. whatever he was talking about didn't matter - you just kept thinking about jaime.

what a nice name, definitely latino too. you loved the way it sounded. jaime, who was “pretty chill”. and he was in a previous band, too? then he definitely knows his way around a bass. you pictured how his hand would caress the side of the guitar, the fingers curled and precise over the strings…

“hmm, whatever. sounds like a lot of drama” you commented dryly, stirring the pasta in the pot.

“yeah, i don't really get it either. why do you ask?” vic leaned against the counter, taking a peek into the pot again.

“just felt weird if i didn't ask about the other guy, i guess,” you shrugged. well, it was technically true.

“yeah i don't know, they're good guys. you should come say hi next time at least. not spy on us like a loser freak,” he shoved your shoulder lightly, then got up to grab two bowls for yourselves.

your mind froze a little in anxiousness. come say hi? you didn't really care about tony, but jaime? what if you looked like a hot mess? or said something awkward?

thanks vic, but you'd rather reside peeking through the door for the rest of your life.

introducing yourself or not, one thing was for certain: you couldn't wait until the next practice they had.

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what was supposed to be a first band practice quickly became many. as summer subsided and school began, your afternoons spying on the boys (aka just jaime) were instead spent hidden away upstairs, drowning in homework. although you could hear their playing and muffled conversations below you, it wasn't the same, especially not seeing jaime.

to make up for lost time, you'd sort of checked out his facebook page once or twice. okay, it's more like you've been checking it every day obsessively. you've gone through endless pictures of him, some of his old band, some of his family. but there were SO many videos of him playing his bass.

most of them he records himself from his laptop, when it's late at night and his hair is all messy. he's sitting in bed, with his arms curved around his bass, playing a complicated riff or two. usually he messes up once or twice, and apologizes saying that its just a small thing he thought of, but his gentle laugh makes it all the cuter. being absolutely hooked on these videos, naturally you found yourself replaying them almost every night before you went to bed. you begin to memorize the tunes, humming yourself to sleep, imagining he was next to you…

on one particular friday night, you were completely stumped by your math homework. precalc was kicking your ass, no matter how much you studied. you'd been at it for hours, reviewing material and rereading theories that just made absolutely no sense.

you put your pen down and stood up, sighing. you needed to take your mind off of this. you stretched and swallowed, and suddenly realizing how dry your throat was, decided to go downstairs and get a soda.

mindlessly humming one of jaime’s bass lines that he posted on his facebook, you tramped downstairs, wearing nothing but a bra, socks, and some random pj shorts. you knew there was guests, but honestly, you were so comfortable in your room and didn't feel like changing. plus, the boys had never actually been in the house before - just the garage. it's not like anybody was going to see you anyways. you were just getting a drink.

or at least, that's what you thought.

as you turned into the kitchen, you saw him, out of all people. standing there by himself, rummaging through your pantry, there he was - jaime. immediately, your heart dropped as you stopped humming. your mind raced, telling you to turn around.

but of course it was too late. hearing your tune, jaime turned around to see you. his eyebrows shot up instantly as he took in the sight of you, so informally dressed…and so insanely cute.

“hey,” he breathed, eyes drifting back up towards your eyes. your cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. you'd never seen him this up close before.

“hi,” you said after a moment, trying to reel yourself in. you told him your name shyly, wanting to shrink into yourself and disappear. "im vic and mike's sister."

“im jaime,” he smirked lightly. “...vic’s friend. im uhh...practicing outside. in the garage.” he said smoothly, shifting his weight.

"oh, cool. yeah, ive always heard you guys play, but never actually, like, seen you before...um it's nice to meet you..." you laughed hesitantly, trying to keep the conversation light.

his thick brows furrowed, but he kept his smirk. "no way, you've definitely seen me before. don't you always peek through the door? haven't been seeing you around so much anymore."

you swear you felt your brain physically short circuit. another rush washed over your body - this time it was guilt. you just wanted a soda to take your mind away from the homework stress, but instead now you were worked up over all of this. you seriously couldn't catch a break.

"oh...yeah, you caught me," you gushed, humiliated. if you didn't already want to disappear off the face of the earth, you definitely did now. but jaime just giggled a little, shrugging his shoulders.

"i could say the same to you. im totally scavenging your pantry right now...sorry," he said half jokingly. the way he played it off with such ease made you dizzy. how was he so normal about you watching him? you pray to god he doesn't know about you stalking his facebook...

"oh, that's totally fine, help yourself. i was actually just getting a soda." you switched the topic, hoping to finally escape back upstairs. slithering past him, you opened the fridge, grabbed the first can you saw, and spun back around.

"well, i better get back to my homework," you excused yourself, hoping to weasel your way out of this awkward nightmare.

"yeah, the guys are probably wondering where i am. it was nice to see you," he softened, shrugging a little. you nodded and twisted around, practically sprinting upstairs in embarrassment.

locking your bedroom door and leaning on it, you caught your breath. you just stood in front of your hot older brothers best friend half naked for five minutes. holy fucking shit.

as you look down at the can in your hand, hoping for at least a bit of refreshment, the universe continuously denied you any chance of happiness. being in such a rush, you had accidentally grabbed a beer can - one that you had absolutely no intention of drinking. jesus christ - and jaime saw you grab it too. you could only imagine what he was thinking.

if only you knew.

after you dashed upstairs, flustered and confused, jaime just shook his head. first impressions really were everything - weren't they? but this wasn't the first time he'd seen you.

he'd be lying if he said he'd never seen you eyeing him furiously while pressed flush to the door almost every practice. the door was practically half open anyways, there was no use in you trying to be stealthy...although it was quite cute. and if only you knew your facebook profile views were on and he could see every night that you viewed his page. he knew you came down the stairs humming his song. you really were such a freak, weren't you?

he'd also be lying if he said that your tits weren't so plump and delicious looking in that damn bra, and that seeing you so relaxed in your peppy little outfit didnt do something to him. the thought of you being so freakishly obsessed was starting to get to him. you were so young and naive, it's a shame that you're practically irresistible. at least it was fun to try and see how long you'd think you're getting away with this.

more importantly, how long jaime could hide his attraction to you from vic and mike. he knew mike wouldn't give a shit, he never does about anything - but vic? vic would beat his teeth into his face until he was dead. you were his little sister, the person he loved the most. letting an older boy like jaime manipulate you like that would ruin vic more than it would you.