The Soul Mate. (Kellic.)

Chapter 6.

I woke up in a confused, with a headache, and not in my own bed. It took me a minute to remember the events of the previous day, but when I did my headache got ten times worse. I quietly groaned while rubbing my face, suddenly realizing I wasn't alone.
Vic was asleep on a blue sleeping bag next to the bed.
People always say you look younger when you sleep, but I never saw that until now. Vic looked like he could be 10. He wasn't anxious, excited, or happy. His mouth was in a straight line, he was...calm. Creepy as it may seem, all I wanted to do was watch him sleep.
Of course his phone had to ring.
He jumped up with sleepy eyes to turn off the shrill ring of his phone alarm. Grabbing my own phone, It displayed the time 12 noon. I never sleep this long. I turned in around one, so eleven hours.
Vic stood up and plopped down next to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer. I felt myself being pulled back onto a solid plane, Vic's chest, as we laid down on his bed. Memories of last night came back to me as I smiled up at him.
Last night was probably the best night I've ever had. Seeing Pierce the Veil live was everything I hoped for, and being sidestage with my best friends and the other bands made me forget about all my problems. I just did what I do best: got lost in the music.
"Alright guys!" Vic said near the end of their set. "As some of you know, today is my seventeenth birthday." Many girls screamed at this. I had to cover my ears it was so loud. "So our last song is dedicated to my soul mate. We're Pierce the Veil, and stay tuned for the next awesome band, All Time Low!" I heard the opening chords of Currents Convulsive, my favorite song of theirs. Dedicated to me. I grabbed Sarah and started jumping up and down like a five year old. Vic glanced over at me and winked before singing into the mic. When they finished, Vic was in my arms, covered in sweat. I made him go shower while All Time Low started their set. They were pretty good, actually. Alex had one of the most impressive voices. They had me doubled over laughing, as there was multiple dick jokes and/or something else hilarious happening, between every song. I made a note to myself to look them up and listen to them more-although by the end of the tour I would most likely know most of their songs by heart.
After, all of the bands had a small after-party. Even though Mike and Vic were underage, There was a cooler full of beer, a table with things that were...harder, and not a single non-alcoholic drink in sight. When Vic came back with two beers and I gave a hesitant look, his eyebrows raised.
"You've never had beer before?" He was very surprised. In truth, I've gotten drunk more times than I'd like to admit. Whiskey was my poison of choice. But beer... that was what my mother would always drink before she knocked me around a little harder than normal. I stayed away from that.
"It um, doesn't really taste good to me. I can go for anything else, just not beer." I made it up as I went along, but Vic seemed to buy it judging by the smirk on his face.
"You and Jaime would be great drinking buddies then. He doesn't do beer either. Goes straight to the liquor." I shrugged. Liquor wasn't my favorite either.
"I actually prefer whiskey." Vic laughed before leaning close to me. Warmth radiated off of him, and although it was pretty chilly outside, I felt hot.
"You, my beautiful soul mate," My breath caught in my throat. "Are literally prefect for this band. My brother is known as WhiskeyHands." I laughed at the absurd name. It was breathy, as I was still trying to breathe normally again.
All of the guys, minus me and Vic, were extremely drunk and a little stoned. Vic and I were content with little alcohol and just watching everyone get more and more entertaining as the night went on, cuddling to keep warm.
This morning, instead of cuddling on a blanket in the cold, we cuddled on Vic's soft bed. A pair of soft lips pecked my forehead. Although I had only gotten a little buzzed, I still had a slight headache from it.
"How are you?" Vic asked.
"Okay. Well, as okay as I can be right now." I was referring to the past day, as well as what I would have to do today. Telling Vic's parents about everything wasn't something I was thrilled to do.
He reassuringly patted my back. "Darling, everything's gonna be fine. Trust me?" I nodded into his chest. "Good. Do you wanna go downstairs and get breakfast?" I didn't really want to move, but I suppose I was kind of hungry, so I nodded again.
All of my stuff was still with Jesse, so Vic gave me a pair of jeans and a Memphis May Fire t-shirt.
"No way! You like these guys too?" This excited me a lot more than it should have.
"Yeah! I don't think I've met anyone outside of my band who knows of them, well, besides you now." He grinned at me. Once I was changed, Vic and I quietly walked downstairs, careful not to wake Mike or Tony and Jaime, who crashed in the guest bedroom on the other side of Vic's room as they were too drunk to really go anywhere else. Vic warned they would have wicked hangovers and be pissed if we woke them up until they were ready to.
We walked downstairs and were greeted with Vic's parents and a huge stack of pancakes and bacon.
"Morning, or rather afternoon!" Vic's mother said cheerfully. She seemed to be glowing, almost. She was definitely a morning person. Vic and his father, on the other hand, were still stretching and wiping sleep from their eyes. "Breakfast is on the table! Just make sure to save some for the rest of the guys." I wasn't too hungry, only grabbing a pancake and a couple slices of bacon, but Vic piled four pancakes and a handful of bacon on his plate. How is he so skinny?
Even though I only had a fourth of what Vic had, we finished at the same time. It was a pretty quiet breakfast, with Vic and myself eating and his parents drinking coffee and reading the news. However, when we took our plates to the sink, Vic's mother came and patted my back. "Can you guys come to the living room for a little?" She asked quietly. Her glow had dimmed a little, and she pulled off the concerned mother face perfectly. We silently followed and Vic grabbed my hand, knowing I needed the support. My knees started to shake as we sat down, Vic and I facing his parents. His mother placed a comforting hand on my knee.
"Kellin, hon, you know we're totally okay with you staying here. You're practically our son now that you and Vic are together. We just want to know why it's necessary." I squeezed Vic's hand harder, if that was possible. I knew I was probably hurting him, but he didn't say anything and I couldn't loosen my grip on him.
"Um, well, my mom. She um," I couldn't form the words. I tried, but I just couldn't. Frustrated tears were behind my eyes. "She just, she didn't...really..." I was shaking, I knew it. Why was it so hard for me to say this to them? I could say it a lot easier to Vic and Mike. Maybe it was because I had little to no experience talking to adults.
Telling them will just make you even more of a problem than you already are. You won't do anything but hurt me. Harsh words to me. It wasn't my voice though. It was my mother's. Another, quieter voice came with a rebuttal. But she left you. She doesn't care what you do anymore. Didn't she prove that yesterday?
The problem was, I still loved her. I still cared about her opinions. So I followed her advice.
Suck it up and say it, Kellin.
"She blamed me for my father walking out on us. She hated me for it. She started taking out all of her problems on me. S-She hit m-me, a l-lot. And she c-called me n-names. And s-she kicked me out. I d-don't have anywhere else to g-g-go." I left out how much she hurt me on the inside, they didn't really need to know that. I knew I was near a panic attack, so I ran up to Vic's room, the only place that brought me some sort of comfort in this house, not daring to look at Vic's parents faces. They'll probably ask me to leave. They wouldn't want to deal with me. They couldn't want to deal with me.
Vic was beside me less than a minute later, and by then the attack had hit me full force. It was extremely difficult to breathe, and everything seemed to be crashing down on me at once. Reality finally hit. I was homeless, and the only people I could go to were a guy's family who barely knew me, and only helped me because I was mysteriously connected with him. I didn't have enough money to eat for more than a few weeks. I tried to stay quiet for the guys, but sobs ripped through me before I could stop them. I leaned over and curled up into a ball on Vic's floor. I couldn't do this.
I think Vic was yelling at me, but I couldn't tell. Everything was muted. I couldn't focus on anything. Vic was static in the background.
I think he eventually realized yelling helped nothing. So he sat down on the floor next to me and pulled me against him. Slowly, so slowly I didn't notice what he was doing at first, he unraveled me from my ball. He pulled me into his lap and wiped my tears with a soft tissue. I was still panicking when Vic whispered in my ear.
"Take a deep breath and count to ten before letting it out. I'm gonna get something out of my closet." He picked me up and sat me on the bed before disappearing into the closet. I did as he said, and I barely had myself under control when he came back. In one hand he carried what looked like an iPod docking station, and the other he carried two coloring books and a large box of crayons. He took his iPod out of his pocket and put on Memphis May Fire (of course) and handed me a coloring book. "Mike used to have anxiety attacks when he was younger, and this always helped him. I thought it might help you to just distract yourself?" He gave me an encouraging smile before opening his own coloring book, humming to the song playing under his breath. I smiled, thinking that Vic was absolutely the nicest person ever. My mom, on the rare occasion she found me like this, would just hit me. Jesse and Sarah helped a little, but they didn't really understand, so they couldn't deal with me.
Vic, he gave me a distraction and didn't force me to talk and just let me go. Only two days of knowing him, and I'm already in infinite debt with him.
After about thirty minutes of simply coloring and talking occasionally, there was a knock at Vic's door. "Kellin? Vic? Are you okay? May we come in?" I heard Vic's father say. Vic looked at me with raised eyebrows, and I nodded yes.
"Come on in." They walked in and took in what we were doing, probably know exactly what happened. Just like Mike.
"Kellin. We're sorry. We didn't know it would affect you like it did. We just wanted to make sure you weren't on the run from the cops or something." Vic's father joked. I gave a small chuckle.
"No, sir." I replied.
"Please, call me papá, and Mrs. Fuentes mamá. Like she said before, you're a son to us now." Papá smiled and patted me on the back lightly. Mamá simply smiled and nodded, satisfied with her husband, and went downstairs again, leaving Vic and I alone once more.
"So you're okay now?" He asked.
"I think so." He smiled, his brown eyes lighting up just as they did while he was performing last night. He was happy.
Loud footsteps pounded down the hallway, but as soon as they hit the stairs, and loud pounding noise came. BUMBUMBUMBUMBUM. "FUCK! OWWWW!" The voice shouted. Vic and I ran to the stairs to see what had happened.
Of course he fell down the stairs.
In the midst of concerned looking faces, I burst out laughing.