A Friday Night Like This (Kellic)

Is This The Life That You Dreamed?

Vic

I watched Kellin and Austin kiss onstage. It made me sick to my stomach. He knew I still loved him, didn’t he? But how had I proven my love? By divorcing and running off with another man. I wanted what was best for him. And I was in no way, shape or form his best choice. It was just easier to take myself out of the equation, wasn’t it? 

Jaime tried giving me a hug, but I stepped away from his embrace. He just shrugged it off. It was a pretty hot day when you thought about it. No need for physical proximity. Kellin ran off, and I went up onstage as the rest of his old band followed. 

‘Hello, Phoenix!’ I yelled into the microphone. The crowd started screaming at me.

'How are you guys?' More screams ensued. I turned around and checked with everyone what song. It was Mike's turn to choose the starter song and he chose The Sky Under The Sea. Talk about going hard in the first song. He just grinned and tapped his sticks on his legs. I turned back around, strumming my guitar as a final check that it was in tune. My eyes flicked up and I surveyed the crowd. 

'Looks like its The Sky Under The Sea up first guys!' A water bottle came hurtling through the air at me. I ducked, and it bounced past me and hit Jaime’s shin.

‘What the hell?’ Jaime exclaimed, rubbing his leg.

‘Heart breaker!’

‘Kellic 5 never!’ 

Screams of contempt came whistling through the air, hitting my heart hard. 

‘Let’s just play.’ I said, and I played for the minority of our “fans”. The ones who were shouting at the people giving me hell. Who were holding signs reading things such as “I love you, Vic”. The ones who had never been to one of our concerts before. I gave them my all, but the weight of what I had done overwhelmed my senses.

We went off stage and Jaime started kissing me. His tongue claiming my mouth, his hands trailing the contours of my back. I started imagining Kellin. How he didn't tower over me, he was just a few centimetres taller and I didn't have to reach up as high to kiss him. How he fit perfectly to my frame whenever I enclosed him in an embrace, my head resting on his chest and him resting his chin on my head. How he always ran his tongue over my bottom lip when we kissed. How his hair was always smooth and silky, and usually stuffed under a beanie. I opened my eyes mid-kiss and saw Kellin’s icy blue ones staring back at me, his gaze intent on finding my soul. I shoved Jaime away.

‘No.’

‘No.’

‘This is wrong.’

‘Get away!’ 

‘Get away from me!’

I turned and ran, tripping over guitar cases and spare drums lying around. I turned several corners and hid behind a bus. My blood pounded through my skull. I couldn’t take this. Why had I let him go? 

‘Eight, outside our bus.’ I heard a familiar voice say. Jack Fowler. As the Sleeping With Sirens troupe walked past, laughing and talking loudly, I crept past them and tried to find who they had been talking to. My heart dropped though when I heard Kellin's laugh. I soon spotted a familiar pair a while ahead of me. One had bright pink hair, the others was spiked up. The one with spiky hair was muscly, with a very stocky build. The other was slim and taller of the two, but not in a gangly, awkward way.

‘Hi Alex, Zach.’ I said, stepping into line with the two All Time Low members.

‘Hey Vic.’ Zach said awkwardly. He didn’t exactly fit in well with social situations. Unless he was with his other band mate, Rian. Alex gave me a hug.