What my dreams are made of

Chapter 6

Warning: could be triggering, contains self harm.

(Vic's POV)

"Kellin!" I yell, running outside the tour bus frantically. "Not now, not for the second time today." I say, leaving Jaime there in his boxers. I grab my pants and phone, shoving them on. Fuck shirts, I have a Kellin to catch.

I ran in the direction he had left, following every sound I heard. As I rounded a corner, I saw something terrible.

"KELLIN!" I yell, staring at the boy, who was now pushed up against NSN's tour bus, making out with Oliver fucking Sykes. "I CONFESS MY FUCKING FEELINGS TO YOU, YOU RUN AWAY. MY BEST FRIEND TAKES ADVANTAGE OF ME, RUINING OUR RELATIONSHIP, AND YOU COME AND FUCK OLIVER? WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?" I scream in one breath, running off in the other direction. I got in my car, years streaming down my face. I drove until I found a field, parking my car and hopping out. My phone was dead, so I had no way of knowing where I was. I layer down, pulling from my pocket a small tic-tac box. I pulled out its contents, retrieving the shiny blade. Well, I think, so much for three weeks clean.

(Kellin's POV)

"FUCK YOU!" I scream at Oliver, shoving him back, crashing him into another bus. I ran as fast as I could in the direction Vic went, but soon lost him. I broke down to my knees. "What's wrong?" A voice came from behind me. I looked up to see Beau Bokan. I explained to him my problem. "Just let him go for now. Wanna come get drunk with me, Ronnie Radke, and Gerard way?" He asked as I got up and followed him to blessthefall's bus.

A/N I know MCR broke up, but ON THIS THEIR STILL TOGETHER. I MISS THEM.

About 3 1/2 beers later, my phone started buzzing. "He...Hello?" I slur, nodding to the boys and stepping outside. "Mr. Bostwick?" A woman's voice said, as I tried to shake the effects of the alcohol off. "We have a 'mike' to talk to you," she said pausing to hand the phone to someone else. "You fucker..." The voice starts, instantly recognizing it as mike Fuentes. Vic's brother. SHIT. "I'm gonna kill you when I see you next, but for now, get your ass over here. Vic's in the hospital," he spat, seekingly as disgusted with me as I was with myself right now. My beautiful vic, in the hospital. The worst part was, it was because of me.