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13

Vic

I laughed at Jaime as he practically shoved a taco down his throat. He and Matty had been competing in a taco-eating contest for the past hour. Them, Brendon, and Tony, and I were all at this Mexican restaurant having the time of our lives. Although I felt a bit clingy as I sent Kellin a tenth text message. It sort of bothered me that he wasn't responding, made me feel as though something just wasn't right.

"Let's see Vic take on a taco personally made by me!" Jaime shouted with a huge grin on his face, and as soon as he spoke that, our entire table cheered.

I chuckled as I gazed at him in amusement, as I shook my head, " you're so drunk," I told him, taking a sip of coke. Ever since the night Kellin and I had, I wanted to leave my friend alcohol alone.

"Aw, come on, Vic," Matty begged, "you're literally no fun anymore...after the Calvin Klein shoot in New York-"

"Whatever," I said defensively, as I took one of Jaime's tacos, "I'll totally beat your ass, Matty. Just watch-"

But I was cut off as my phone rang, it was in unsaved number and I got curious. "Hold on, phone," I muttered, as I got up from the table and put the device up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Vic it's Justin, get down here! I'm at the hospital at the end of street from where he hotel is," he spoke, his voice full of apprehension and questionable forlorn-like activity. He sniffled, "Kellin got hit by a car."
I blinked twice in shock, "what?"

"He was walking in the street and this drunk driver slammed into his side, destroying part of his ribcage and other things too, but you and the guys need to get down here I'm serious."

Fear went through me. What was going on? Kellin got hit by a car? That entire sentence was tatooed on my brain and almost pierced my soul as I thought about it even more. I couldn't put Kellin being physically hurt in any way, into actuality. It was surreal, I've never dealt with loss. I then breath in and out, I can't think this way. Things probably aren't as a bad as they seem.

"Who called?" Asked Matty.

"Justin, but from the hospital. Kellin got hit by a car," I spoke, trying to not let the reality of those words sink in. Matty's eyes then looked up at me, as well as everyone else's. As soon as I explained the situation to everyone we all began rushing out of the crowded restaurant, and out to a bus so we could catch it.

It wasn't long before we got on the bus, and as I sat at the window I watched the suburbs go by along with the beaches. I stared at the night sky and all of the beautiful stars, hoping that Kellin won't leave us tonight and go up there. I really liked him, more than I thought I did, and just the thought of him leaving had me in a bad mood the entire ride. Some would say that it's a selfish thought to want a person all to yourself, but I seriously thought otherwise.

*****
Getting to the hospital, I walked through the huge glass doors and began to call the number Justin contacted me with. He picked up in almost an instant, "Vic?"

"What floor?" I asked him directly, I wasn't up for small talk, I just wanted to see him. When Justin told me the directions to where Kellin was, we walked there in silence. That playful  atmosphere tags we usually carried, had changed, and I saw the adult-like side come out of all of us; it was scary.

Getting to the receptionist office of the fourth floor of the hospital, I was met with beige tile flooring, white walls, and the smell of cleanliness and cheap airfreshener filled my nose. I almost ran up to the desk, "visit for Kellin Quinn?" I asked the man swiftly.

He blinked twice, "he just came in about an hour ago, but since we are still operating, residents and loved ones only."

I didn't want to say it, but I had to, it took everything in my to not push my chill but I really needed to see him, my life depended on it, "I'm his boyfriend."