Please Keep Chasing Me (A Fuenciado Story)

I got nothing but my aching soul

*Vic's P.O.V*

... What the hell? Did Jaime seriously just admit that he.. That he's falling for me...? But. But we're best friends. How can he fall for his best friend. He's probably just confused. Yeah, confused! But he sounded so hurt. Vic, you idiot. You fucking hurt your best friend. But, I didn't even say anything?! Maybe that's why... He probably felt rejected. His words rang in my head. Acting like I cared for him? Acting? No way. I care for him so much. A lot. Too much...? Either way, I love him. I would die for him. How could he not know?! My heart aches while thinking about all of this. I just want to drown it all away... Tomorrow night, we'll be back in San Diego. As soon as we get back, we're going to a club. I feel like alcohol is the only thing which will wash away this resentment. I sigh and head back into the bus. Jaime will probably avoid me. I don't know what to say to him so I see not point in trying to talk to him. I can't act like nothing happened... Oh God... This is so complicated!

-The next morning-

I woke up early. No-one was awake but Casey, who was driving. He looked pretty awake so I didn't bother to ask him if he wanted me to take over. We'd probably reach at Tony's in a couple of hours. After freshening up, I sat in the lounge and the thoughts of last night flew around my head. I want to talk to Jaime about it but he'll probably want to ignore me today.

Tony, Mike and Jaime woke up later on. Mike and Tony spent forever playing Fifa, while I just sat and watched. "Loser!" yelled Tony at Mike.

"Pft, I let you win." Mike argued.

"Oh of course, Princess." Tony mocked Mike.

I laughed and shook my head. "Guys, where's Jaime?" I asked curiously.

"Bunk." the duo said simultaneously, starting a new game of Fifa.

"Oh... Okay." Shall I check on him? Or does he still not want to see me?

*Jaime's P.O.V*

After waking up, I really didn't want to get out of my bunk. I snuck into the bathroom to freshen up but frantically got back into my bunk. I can't believe what I said to Vic last night. How much of an idiot could I be? But it's clear he doesn't care. If he did, he probably would've come here and spoken to me. Why would he care anyways? I'm just a stupid faggot to him now. I mean, it's not like I expected Vic to like me back, but for him to be so cruel... It hurts even more because I love him so much. I made things worse by staring at the lock screen of my phone. It was all four of us, but Vic and I were holding hands. Living the 'Fuenciado' life as the fans love. But for it to be real, it's murderous. I overhear Vic asking where I am. A slight bit of hope arises in me. Maybe he does care? I waited patiently. Slowly turning impatiently... No. There's no way he's actually going to come. I sigh. I have to be a man about this. With all my courage, I get out of my bunk and head to the lounge where the guys are. I sit on the couch opposite Vic, who is texting, and Mike and look over Tony's shoulder to the TV. I wonder what slut Vic's texting now. I can feel his burning glances at me. I try my best not to look at him but I can't resist. Suddenly, my phone vibrates. I look at it.

"Message from Vic."

I look up at him and he looks away. I open the message.

"Are you okay? I'm really sorry about last night. I know you probably don't want to talk about it... But it's cool, Jaime. I really doubt you're actually falling for me. Haha, probably just a bit of a confusion of feelings. Don't worry about it, bro. You'll get over it and I'll support you."

I don't reply. A confusion of feelings? What the fuck?! It's not a fucking game. I can't switch my feelings on and off. It's real, he just doesn't want to believe me. Anger builds its away around me. So does pain. I put my phone back in my pocket and concentrate on Mike and Tony's game.

Suddenly Vic suggests, "Guys, who's up for a club night for our first night back?"

*Vic's P.O.V*

I suggest that we go to a club tonight. Instantly, Mike and Casey shoot one hand up. I laugh. "Yeah, sure, whatever." Tony says, still focused on the game.

"Uhm, I don't know." Jaime says quietly.

"Oh, come on, Preciado. I'm not going without you, hissypants." Mike laughs.

"Yeah, Jaime. It's our first night back."

Jaime shrugs.

I can't believe he's in such a bad mood because of me. I thought my message was consoling. But I probably made myself sound like even more of an idiot. I sighed. "Well I guess that's settled. We're out tonight." I smiled, nervously.

-Later-

"SAN DIEGO, WE'RE BACK!" Tony shouted as he stepped foot out of the bus and onto his doorstep. Soon to be OUR doorstep. Tony wanted all of us to live together for a while so we can plan the next album. How hard was it going to be? Living with Jaime. It's hard enough being in the same room as him. Because he hates me. Or loves me, I don't know.

Mike patted Tony's shoulder and took a deep breath in of the San Diego air. "Let's head in, brother." he said. Tony unlocked the door and turn on the lights. "Home!" he exclaimed.

I grabbed my bags and head inside, Jaime slowly following.

Soon after, we all got ready to head out for tonight. I couldn't wait to get rid of all the past night events. I've been thinking too much about Jaime. I shouldn't. I don't like him in such way... Or do I? No. There's no way... I shake my head and yell "Are we going or what?"

"Calm down, what's the rush?" Mike says to me. "We're all ready anyways, let's go!"

We took a cab instead of taking Tony's car incase anyone got too drunk. In this case, me. As we arrived, myself and Mike head in first. We head to the bar and ordered drinks while the other two (Casey left) followed in. Jaime's eyes were sad. He tried to hide it, but I could just tell. "Drink up!" the bartender said. I thanked him and started to take down shots with Mike. Tony and Jaime refused to join in and sat to the side with a drink.

Not so long after, I was out of my senses. I could barely control myself. I eventually took myself to the dancefloor where I saw a girl eyeing me down. Like an stumbling fool, I head towards her. But I kept thinking of Jaime.. No. Don't. You've got a beautiful girl here with you, Vic. Don't think about him now.

"Hi, I'm Vic" I said in her ear, shaking her small hand.

"Drew." she smiled at me. I offered to buy her a drink and led her to the opposite end of the bar to Mike, Jaime and Tony. After a few more drinks, she pulled me to a corner and caressed my neck and my back. I was oblivious to her words as all I could think about was Jaime... And how much I want to do this to Jaime.. I was drawn out of my thoughts when I felt Drew's lips crash against mine. I was intoxicated, I didn't kiss her back, but I didn't push her away either...

*Jaime's P.O.V*

I scanned the room aimlessly, nothing interesting and no sign of Vic? By this time, Tony and Mike had gone to chat up some girls or the sort.

Suddenly, I dropped my glass.

"No."

"No." I repeated.

I felt the tears spill from my eyes when I saw Vic. His lips. Against some random slut's lips. At the sight of this, I ran out of the club. I didn't know where to go. What the fuck?! Vic knows my feelings for him! And still..? He really doesn't care. "I HATE YOU." I screamed, crying, alone in the street.

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Shit chapter. :/