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

Chapter 12

Kellin's POV

I wake up with a huge pain in my head. I try to get up but it gets even worse. I look around the room and notice that it's Vic and Mike's living room. Then it hits me.

Last night was Oli's birthday and I invited Vic and basically ignored him the entire time.

I don't really remember much other than that but I do know I feel pretty bad about that. I decide to work through the pain and go up to Vic's room.

I walk in and smile at how cute Vic looks while he's asleep. I don't feel like waking him up so I go over and sit on his bed and just look at him for a while. I hear him start to groan and his eyes slowly open. He smiles up at me.

"Good morning, sleepy head." I say while laughing.

"Hey. Did you sleep well?" Vic asks.

"Y'know, I'm not really sure but all I know is that I've got a hell of a headache right now. Do you guys have and Advil?" I ask him.

"Yea. It's in the medicine cabinet. You can get some." Vic tells me.

I head downstairs and look in the medicine cabinet. As I'm looking for the Advil I stumble across a bottle labeled REXULTI. I see who it's for and the bottle says Victor Fuentes on it. I know exactly what this is. In one of my classes we had to research medicine for certain illnesses and I chose mental illnesses and REXULTI is a pill for Major Depressive Disorder. It's for people who's regular anti-depressants don't work. I'm in utter shock. There's no way that Vic could need that. He's way too happy and bubbly. I hear someone coming down the stairs so I shove the medicine in my pocket to look at later.

"Hey, Kellin. What are you doing?" Mike asks as he steps down from the last step.

"Trying to find some Advil." I tell him.

"Oh, I'll get it for you." He says and goes up to the medicine cabinet and pulls out the Advil.

"Thanks. I've got a pretty bad hang over from last night." I tell him.

"Yea. That happens to me all he time. Tony and Vic hate the fact that I drink so much but I don't see a problem with it." Mike says before running over to the couch and jumping onto it and turning the TV on.

I tell them goodbye and decide to head back home so that my family doesn't assume that I'm dead. Once I get home my mom tries to make me some soup but I just throw it away. Doesn't she understand how fat I am? Doesn't she want me to look nice?

I head back up to my room and as soon as I get there I get a call from Vic.

"Hey. What's up?" I answer.

"When you were going through the medicine cabinet did you happen to see a prescription pill bottle?" Vic asks, concerned.

I remember the bottle in my pocket but I don't want him to know that I took it so I tell him "No."

"Okay. Thanks. Sorry to bother you." He says before hanging up.

I check out the bottle some more and I look it up on the internet again just to make sure that I was thinking of the right pill and sure enough I was. I should probably give it back to Vic. I'll just give it back to him the next time I see him.