"Let's talk Vi."
She cringed and looked to Carson for help, but he was pulled with Emerson. As Pete lead her to his bus she looked for anything to escape to, but alas there was nothing.
"So...," Pete stretched.
"So," Viola repeated, biting her lip, "nice weather we're having."
Pete stared at her, not making any notion to speak. She shifted uncomfortably inside the bus.
"I hear you went on a date."
Viola felt her insides drop, she clutched her stomach. He knew, Pete knew, she was screwed. Viola nodded slightly, Pete looked away cringing.
"You wore the dress didn't you
A/N: okay so sorry it's short, but i really have bad writer's block, i felt it needed to be updated, can't keep you guys waiting anylonger. I went to MCR's concert last night and met Frank, but i really wanted to Meet bob, oh well. They were amazing!!