What's so good about picking up the pieces?

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Kellin's POV

Everyone gasps at the sight of me and Vic kissing. I mean no one could have seen this one coming, I didn't even see it coming. I pulled away slowly breaking our kiss and turned to face everyone staring at us. Everyone looked confused. "So like how long have you too like...been a thing?" Jaime asked walking towards us. "Since yesterday." I spoke up. Then something i was afraid of started to happen. The awkward silence. It felt as if my lungs had been squeezed until all the oxygen came out and replaced with smoke. my vision started going blurry. "Kellin dude are you alright? You don't look too good buddy." Tony said taking a step closer to me. "Im fine." I lied. The truth was i was having a fucking anxiety attack and I cant fucking breath and all the walls are closing in on me. I heard gasps as i started falling backwards but before i hit the ground everything went black.


*TIME JUMP

       I hear beeps and feel a slight sting in my arm. I slowly open my eyes. I see vic staring at me with tear filled eyes. "vic why you crying im fine?" I ask. "Why didn't you tell me that you starve yourself." Vic says looking down. I wince at how straight forward hes being. "what are you talking about?" i asked playing dumb. how the fuck did he find out about this. "Kellin the doctors said you've been starving yourself and that's why you passed out Kellin when were you gonna tell me about this problem this is serious and warped tour starts in a week,I don't know if you'll be able to go." He finished. "Woah! whats with all the crazy talk im going on warped tour. And i passed out because of an anxiety attack its nothing you worry too much." I say. "Then eat this." He says and shoves a mouth watering plate of spaghetti in my face. " How many calories is in that?" I ask. "Kellin.. that wouldn't matter to you if you didn't have an eating disorder." He said with a raised eyebrow. " Fine I don't eat...so what is it wrong that i just want to be thin. I like it and thats how its always gonna be." I say to him. He leans in and puts his lips on mine. "I love you." He said breaking the kiss. "I love you too." i said before pulling him back into me. "I wanna go home." i whisper to vic. "okay get your clothes on...ill see that the hospital discharges you." he says and walks out of the room. I pulled the Iv out of my arm and stood. It felt good to get out of the hospital robe thingys they made me be in. I sat there and waited until the nurse and Vic came in informing me that i was discharged from the hospital and i could go home now.

       "vic can i stay over you house till warped tour?" i ask him on the car ride to his house. "yeah about that.."

 Vic says nervously glancing over at me. "what?" i ask raising an eyebrow at him. "well...i was gonna ask if you want to live with me forever..." he trailed off as we pulled into his driveway. "I don't know.. " I say looking out the window. I can basicly smell the hurt in his eyes....I can't look at them.  "But baby I'll take care of you." He said grabbing my face making me look at him. I nod my head. "okay." I say. 

I pull him into a kiss that i never want to brake from. He slowly pulls out of the kiss breaking it and we go into his house. "Mike where home!" Vic screams to his brother. I hear fast footsteps coming down the stairs and then he hits me with a bear hug so tight that it feels like all of my organs are touching. "bro are you okay?" Mike asks as he pulls away from our hug. "Yeah." I chuckle. "well everyone wants to congratulate you two on being together ...we didn't get a chance to after you fell straight into victors arms." He chuckled. "Thanks." I nodded.  "Well ill leave you guys to it." Mike says with a wink and like that hes back upstairs and now me and Vic are alone.

       Vic puts on a movie and we watch that until he falls asleep. I take off my pants so im in boxers and my hoodie that always sleep in and slide under the blankets with him. I kiss his temple and slowly fall asleep embracing his body heat.


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