One Shots

Chanel (kellic)

Sorry, it's pretty shitty. I wrote this in the middle of the night and forgot to publish it. Plus, I'm not really used to writing in Vic's POV
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I'm so fed up with his bull shit. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with this kid anymore. Because that's exactly what he is. A child. He tried proving to me that he can be mature, that he can take things seriously and look at the world through other people's eyes. He obviously failed and I don't know what I'm going to do.

Mike knocks on my door loudly and I groan in frustration. I've been so irritable lately, but that's only because my so called boyfriend Kellin is only texting me for the purpose of making him feel better. Sure, okay, he's got a tough life and he's depressed, not doing so well in school, so on. I want to be there for him. But it's gotten to the point where he is literally only using me to make him happy. Hasn't he ever taken a moment to stop and think, "Hey, maybe Vic is having a rough day and maybe I shouldn't stress him out more with my problems." Yeah, no, I have no idea if he has, and that's not even a portion of why Kellin is getting on my nerves.

"Yo, Vic, are you even alive?" Mike calls from outside my door. I think I forgot about him for a moment.

"Yeah, I'm still breathing." I call back to him and get up, going over and opening the door.

Mike frowns, "When's the last time you had a proper sleep?"

I shrug, "Last Tuesday? I have no idea."

Mike's frown deepens, "Kellin?"

I nod, "Yeah."

Mike steps into my room and goes over to the bean bag chair, sitting down on it, "Why haven't you broken up with him yet?"

I sigh, sitting on my bed again and running my fingers though my hair. That's the big question. In all honesty, I really do like Kellin. He's very sweet and we have a lot in common, and he was never really like this before. We could hold a conversation for an hour, and it was always an equal exchange. Or maybe I'm just noticing all this now. He's draining me, and maybe he always has been.

"I don't know." I mutter.

"Look Vic, you're losing sleep over him, and not in the good way." Mike says.

"Right, yeah, but I know that." I tell him. I was never a really good sleeper anyways.

"I know you know that, but you're also always constantly stressed, attached to your cell phone and you hardly get a moment to yourself. And I know how much you love your introverted me time."

I do like having my all alone moments. Those are the best. I get a peace of mind and a moment to cool down from all the socializing. But with Kellin, I hardly get that and it's starting to stress me out even more than it should. I'm an introvert, and this is becoming too extraverted for my taste.

"Is there any specific reason you're texting him now?" Mike asks.

I flop back on my bed and let out a huff, "He's talking about this party he went to last night and how he kissed this guy by accident. He's telling me that he's so sorry and how he's feeling low and he wants me to sing for him so he doesn't get any bad ideas. I will sing for him, if it means getting his mind off of things, but still. I can't be the only thing making him happy, right?"

"Exactly," Mike says, "As long as you're there to listen to him. But don't let him get to you, don't let him drain you to the point where you crash and then you're the one feeling low. Don't let people use you like that."

"I know. I guess I'm too nice." I sigh.

"I guess so." Mike says, "Good luck. Make a decision you feel comfortable with." Then he gets up, pats my head and leaves. He's always checking in on me like this. My brother is a good kid, that's for sure.

***

It's been a month since my break up with Kellin. I made the decision that I needed a break from all the stress he was inducing. I told him in the nicest way possible; I did like him a lot and I didn't want to hurt him in any way. Instead of taking the news maturely, he went and dumped me after a few days of being on a break and has made my life a living hell ever since then.

It's like I can't escape his bull shit. None of my friends talk to me anymore because the manipulative bitch went and told them all lies about me, when in reality, all I wanted was breathing room. I never did anything wrong! I'm so sick and tired of his shit.

"Don't let it get to you man." Jaime tells me, patting my back reassuringly. Kellin has been flaunting the fact that he's now friends with a few of the friends that stopped talking to me. That's such a dick move. I don't understand him.

"I'll try." I say with a sigh. Jaime gives me a sad smile before walking off with Tony to go to his next class. I think I have music next, which is a class I have with Kellin.

I turn around to walk to the class, and Kellin walks past me. I smell his soft smelling cologne (expensive Chanel cologne) and I'm struck with a bout of nostalgia. I sigh in frustration and continue walking towards my next class.

Don't let it get to you Vic. Never let it get to you.

And boy did I let it get to me.