So Darling Close Your Eyes {Fuenciado Fanfiction}

15 ~ Trust Me

To be honest, I didn't sleep the rest of the night. I couldn't stop thinking about Vic on the floor sobbing, drunk and bleeding. It was too much for me to take. It was about noon when Vic woke up and walked into the kitchen, where I had been for the rest of night.

"Good morning babe," he smiled, giving me a kiss.

"Good morning," I simply replied.

"Ouch.. feeling some bad vibes here," Vic laughed a little. I snatched his arm that was opening the fridge and pulled him away.

"Okay.." Vic awkwardly said. I began to pull his off his shirt. "Can we do this later Hime?"

"No," I said, pulling his head out of the shirt.

"Ow jesus christ."

"Explain."

"Explain what?" he said, completely confused. He probably was too drunk to remember. I pointed to the new cuts from last night.

"Oh," he sighed, I think it triggered his memory.

"Well?" I prompted for an answer.

"Ugh it's hard to remember," Vic said, messing with his hair. He unlocked his iPhone and began to go to his texts. He showed me his screen which included many threats from Caroline, varying from plain stupid to serious.

"Vic.. you can't let stupid shit like this get to you. Especially that bitch," I sighed.

"Woah what's happening," Mike said jokingly entering the room.

"Go," Vic snapped, his voice a bit higher than usual. I could tell he was about to cry.

"Geez," Mike responded, closing the door behind him.

"I didn't care about her stupid fucking texts until she sent this one," he said, shoving the screen in my face.

The text said: hey vic your parents know about you and jaime now :) they r pretty pissed. good luck.

Knowing Vic's parents, I knew this was a big deal to him. His parents are super sweet and amazing, except they are very dedicated christians and with that they're homophobic. Not only are they pissed at Vic, but they're pissed at me too. Why does she have to ruin our fucking lives just because we're happy and she's not? What a bitch. My thought were broken from Vic's crying.

"It's okay," I said, pulling him into a hug.

"It's n-not okay," he made out through his tears.

"It will be," I calmly replied, rubbing his back and trying to make him feel okay. Truth is, I wanted to cry as much as him.

"No!" he interjected the second of silence, breaking free from my embrace. "It's not okay and it will never be. They probably hate me. I even hate myself. I hate myself for loving you but at the same time I can't be here without you. I'm not trying to be mean it's just that I want to be a normal straight guy and make my parents proud, but I'm letting them down!"

I took a moment to take in what he was saying. Then, of course, I began to cry.

"Vic, you don't think I feel the same? And your parents will always love you, you're their little boy and you always will be. I'm sure they're proud of you and how far this band has gotten. They're just going to have to take a while to adjust. I promise. Okay?"

"Okay.." Vic said.

The bus stopped.

"We're in San Diego!" Tony shouted from the other room.

"We can make it through together," I smiled at him, wiping his tears. He wiped mine then we began to laugh.

"I believe you," Vic replied after our little giggle fest. I couldn't help but smile at him saying this knowing he has a hard time believing things with all his trust issues.

He took his hand in mine, our hands perfectly intertwining.

"Are you ready?" He asked me.

"The question is, are you ready?" I asked in response.

A/N: How was this chapter? Yay or neigh? Sorry it was so short. Hope you guys like the story so far <3 c: