-Pete's Pov-
I watch Viktoria and Kaddles walk out of the poorly lit room. I don't smoke but I had a sudden urge to light one up. Maybe the smoke, filling my lungs would calm my mind and body...
I call Brendon.
Voice mail. Fuck.
He never picks up when I need him, lately.
I hadn't really thought about Viktoria for a while to be honest. Actually, I had kind of moved on. I met a girl named Meagan who is pretty rad; but, seeing Viking again made my heart race. And our mutual memories hit me very hard and fast. I can't say my feelings toward them are blank. I would lie. Both of the girls' parents gave each of us a restraining order. For a year after we step out of jail we aren't to be in 500 feet of the girls. We lost the touch. The restraining order is up now.
I walk down to the main floor, taking the stairs instead of the overcrowded elevator which would probably cause some breathing problems. I can't help but put Meagan and Viktoria side by side in my mind juxtaposing the two. They actually look and act alike... But are different at once. They bring different things onto my mind when I think of 'em. Meagan is older though.
I couldn't help it, but stare at V. I haven't seen her in a very long time.
I lean onto a nearby wall and slide down sitting on one of the vacant stairs. My knees are brought up to my chin and I rest it there, thinking of the past and present. A lonely, unwelcomed tear slides fast down my cheek, why am I so depressed all the time? I miss the band. I miss Viktoria. I miss my beloved son, whom I haven't seen in the last three months. He means so much to me and the separation just makes my life miserable.
I wipe the liquid away and try calling Brendon again but it goes straight to voice mail. Brendon, pick up already...
-Brendon's POV-
I cock my head to the side and look at a flustered Ryan Ross. I smile to myself as he tries to cover his exposed body. "I don't like it, Brendon." He pouts crossing his arms awkwardly on his boyish chest. He and I made a bet on who could sing the highest. We both thought we would win, of course I was right. How could he think, he is able to win?
The punishment? Lingerie. I can't help but smirk at the boy who is wearing my wife's old pink and black lacy outfit; that, to my amusement hides hardly anything. "Here", I speak gently grazing his hips with my fingertips. "I'll help you out of it." His face is a deep crimson now as I slowly let the straps fall from his childish shoulders. His skin is so soft and warm... I can't say I don't enjoy it.
-Patrick's pov-
I'm not with Elisa anymore. I guess there never was a thing going on between us. It doesn't faze me much. A sigh escapes my dry lips as I scoop my body under the warm bath water. My muscles relax as the warmth fills all the cells of my body. I let my mind wander to what I could have been as a father, what my life would be like with a small child, a small copy of me. I wouldn't be as lonely, I think.
I can't help it, but get lost in my thoughts.
I made a wrong choice.
And I regret it.
I should have listened to my heart, which was screaming the name, I tried to mute at that moment.
I pop up from under the bubbly surface and take a deep breath, whispering the name "Kaddles..."
- hey guys sorry this is a short update of whats to come from me. Super busy like I said. Thanks love you guys!
~ Kelcie
I'm so excited about the story, I can't breathe
Thank you guys, for keeping it patient. We're trying very hard to make the story as good as we can.
Also, you want you can message me if you have any questions, since Kelcie doesn't have the wattpad app on her phone.
~ Viktoria (Vicyk_)
