I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket (Kellic)

Chapter 11

VIC'S POV

I order my 6th drink and lean against the bar, still staring at an intoxicated Kellin, grinding all over Oli. He won't give me the time of day but he grinds and laughs with that douchebag? That's fucking bullshit right there and sure, I might be a little drunk but even if I was sober this would be fucking outrageous. They even kissed at one point!! I decide to grab a couple of beers for the go and as I'm exiting the building I finally lock eyes with Kellin. He doesn't do anything though, he just mouths 'What the fuck?' to me and goes back to dancing.

I sit against the wall and sigh heavily, putting one of the many beers that I grabbed to my mouth, maybe if I drink enough, he'll leave my mind. I can't believe he turned me down yesterday. Although, who wouldn't turn me down? I'm just an annoying, overly happy guy with way too much time on his hands. No one could ever love me and I thought I accepted that fact after my last relationship but I guess not. Kellin was just so amazing. Sure, he could be a bit grumpy sometimes and he didn't understand just how beautiful he was but other than that he was one of the most amazing people I've ever known. He couldn't care less about me though. He cares more about his stupid job than he does about me. I just wish he would think as highly of himself as I think of him. That could never happen though. He's too hardheaded.

Suddenly I hear the door burst open and a drunk Kellin comes out of it. I'm surprised he hasn't passed out yet. I mean, he probably hasn't eaten anything today and he was drinking quite a bit.

"Viiiccc!! There you are! I've been looking for you!!" Kellin drunkenly yells.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"You should come dance with me. I've been having a great time with Oli. He's sooooooo awesome." Kellin laughed the entire time he was saying that.

"No, I think I'm good. You go have more fun with Oliver." I say.

"Alright. I wi..." Kellin starts to wooze around before falling down and passing out.

I pick him up and walk inside. I find Oliver and ask him what I should do. He calls over the only sober person in the room. I'm guessing he was their designated driver. He tells him the situation. We get back into the van and he drops us off at the nearest hospital. I run him in and go to the front desk. They get him a room immediately and get some fluids into him. I've been in this spot enough times with Mike so I'm not freaking out. Alcoholism kind of runs in our family and Mike has fallen into that category too.

I guess I haven't really beaten that stereotype of our family either. With how drunk I am at the moment. I've sobered up a little bit on the way though. After about an hour they inform me that it wasn't alcohol poisoning and he had just passed out from drinking a lot after not eating. Exactly what I expected. The nurse said that we could leave after Kellin woke up and was at least mostly sober. It took another hour for that to happen. We left while he was still slightly tipsy and the van had obviously left without us so I decided to call Mike to see if he was sober enough to come pick us up.

Thankfully he was and he came and got us in our old beat up truck. Even though he was much better than he was before we came Kellin was still way too drunk to actually climb into the truck so I climbed into the bed and pulled him in too. I didn't want him to go flying everywhere so I set him in my lap and he leaned his head back against my shoulder. After a few minutes I felt a small tickle on my neck and looked down to see Kellin lightly pecking my neck over and over again. I smiled. I knew it was only because of the fact that he was drunk but I wasn't going to waste the opportunity so I lifted his chin and pressed my lips against his lightly. He pushed back as hard as he could and we ended up making out all the way home. Once we got there I deemed Kellin way too tipsy to go home so he stayed the night. Sadly Mike made him sleep on the couch so I didn't get any more action but at least I got what I did on the way home.