I Miss You (kellic)

One Hundred Sleepless Nights

"Just..what?" I ask him softly.

"Nothing, nothing. What do I do now?" He asks looking over at me.

"Put it in reverse," I say simply.

He shifts the gears and immediately freaks out, "Okay, I can't do it."

I roll my eyes, "Yes you can. Keep your foot on the break."

His eyes go wide and his fingers were turning purple from gripping the steering wheel.

"Which foot?!" He yells frantically.

I put the car in park and turn it off in one swift motion. I lean back in my seat and cross my arms over my chest causally.

His breathing eventually returns to a normal pace and his grip on the steering wheel loosened.

"Calm down Jesus fucking Christ," I say under my breath.

He looks over at me with panic still in his eyes, "I can't do this."

"Yeah, I know," I say a little rudely.

He sighs, "Sorry."

"What is wrong?" I ask him wanting answers. He basically had a panic attack for no reason; kinda like I do.

He shakes his head, "It's nothing."

"You can tell me, Kellin," I say wanting to know more. If this whole plan was going to work out, I needed to get closer to him. I needed him to be able trust me.

He looks up at me with those huge blue eyes, "My parents died in a car accident."

Oh..fuck.

We sat there in awkward silence once again. He was waiting for me to say something. But what was I supposed to say? I can't even help myself..

He sighed, "That's why I'm so paranoid about this."

"Oh," I breathed, "We don't have to do this then."

"No no, it's okay. Just force me to keep going if it happens," he says starting the car once more.

"Kellin I-" he interrupted me, "What next?"

I sighed in annoyance but continued anyways, "Put the car in drive."

He does as I say but his hands start to shake and he takes everything off of the pedals.

"Fuck!" He curses running his hands through his dark hair violently. Even though this was a stressful situation, he still looked kinda hot.

"It's okay," I say under my breath.

He looks over at me, a little awestruck, "Can we just, talk?"

"Uhm, yeah I guess," I say pulling the keys out of the car. What was happening..?

He exhales slowly and rests his head in his hands, "Sorry for all the drama."

"It's fine," I reply suspiciously. What the fuck was going on?

"I surprised you didn't say anything about the book," he says bluntly.

The book?

"What?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"You know, your lyric book," he answers a little annoyed.

"Oh," I say looking down, "I didn't know if you wanted me to."

He laughs a little, "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know, you confuse me," I reply getting an uneasy feeling in my stomach. No, fuck, not again. I felt myself slip away a little, into hell again. The bipolarness flooded my body kind of like a hurricane all at once and all I wanted to do was lie alone in silence. Not a good time for people to be around me.