Please Keep Chasing Me (A Fuenciado Story)

I'm taking you with me

Last chapter title was from The New National Anthem // Pierce The Veil. ^_^

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[Jaime]

Millions. Millions of scratches. Vic. He sat there. Crying. The floor was stained. His razor in his hand. He looked up at me and sobbed, looking back down at his wrists. I gasped, tears rolling down my face as I saw the letters link up on his skin. 'J.. A.. I.. M.. E...' What?!

"VIC! What the hell?!"

I quickly grabbed the first aid box and patched up Vic's delicate arms as his cries turned to subtle sniffles. I hugged him tight and he winced. I could see blood seeping through his t-shirt. My heart was beating fast while I lifted his top. Cuts scattered over his tummy and on his sides. The deepness of each differed. I carried him to my bed. And cuddled him, stroking his soft hair and kissing his head.

"J-Jaime... I'm so.. So sorry.." he struggled.

I sh'd him, fighting back the tears.

"We'll speak about it in the morning, Vic." I said to him gently. "You need to sleep."

And before I knew it, Vic dosed off with his head on my chest. His light snores and his small smiles. He was adorable, even at his weakest. He knew he had a lot to explain in the morning. I sighed. This felt right. Vic and I sleeping in the same bed, together. Not leaving each other's side. Even after earlier, can I really believe that Victor Fuentes, my STRAIGHT best friend might possibly like me..? Or is it all just him messing with my head. But why would he have done that to himself, and why my name... Oh God. My name was going to be scarred on him forever. He really doesn't understand what he was doing...

~The next morning~

I woke up kinda later than usual. I was in my bed, and Vic was sitting at the edge of it, watching TV. He looked like a little boy. I mumbled as I sat up.

"Oh good morning," he said. He didn't face me when he said good morning.

"Good morning.." I replied. I noticed he pulled his sleeves over his hands.

"I made pancakes, I left some for you." he replied. Still not looking at me.

"Vic..?" I crawled towards him. He still didn't turn around.

"Mm?" He mumbled.

"Look at me." I said patiently.

"I'm watching TV though.." he replied like a restless child.

"Pull up your sleeves, please." My voice crumbled as I asked him.

He was nervous. I could tell. He may not have been looking at me. But I knew it.

He scratched the back of his head,

"Uh haha, that's a weird request." trying to act like nothing happened.

"Vic.."

I was on the verge of crying. Seeing him at such a low point, so vulnerable. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him towards me.

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[Vic]

Jaime grabbed my shoulder and turned myself towards him. I couldn't look at him. After EVERYTHING that I did last night, no I just couldn't. I had finally realised my feelings for Jaime. And no, I wasn't just physically attracted to him. Jaime made me feel safe, he treated me well and he was perfect. Even if he is a guy.

"Hime, have breakfast. I-I made it for you." I trembled. I really wanted to avoid his request.

Jaime held my hand. He looked at me but I continued to look down. He grabbed the bottom of my sleeve, I felt the fabric linger past my ripe cuts. Slowly, he pulled up my left sleeve and then my right. Revealing the reality of what I did last night. There, his name carved into my skin. Yes. His name carved into my skin. Tears began seeping from my eyes and I pulled my arm away and turned away from Jaime. I noticed the blood stains over my sweatshirt. I wiped my eyes.

"Vic, you need to talk to me. Stop avoiding the matter. Do you not know how important this is?!" His voice raised up and I was surprised that Mike and Tony still hadn't gotten up.

"It's not important.. I'm not important.." I muttered.

"What?" he said. "Did you seriously just say that you're not important?"

"No.. Yes. Maybe. Yes okay. I'm not important and I never will be. I'm an idiot. I hurt my best friend and now I hate myself. And you hate me too but I'll learn to accept it. Maybe I wont have to accept it all if I could just end my life here and now. I just.. I don't know." By now I was in tears and Jaime was in shock of what I had just told him.

"Oh my God.. Vic.. I wish I could help. I wish I could show you how important you are and how much you deserve to be alive, because you really do! But I don't know how to..." He said softly. He looked guilty. He pulled me into a hug and I could hear his heart beating. It was fast. I loved this. Being so close to Jaime. I wanted it to be like this.

"I... I love you, Jaime." I mumbled, loud enough so he could hear. By the time he recollected what I said to him, he was wiping tears from his eyes. I put my hand up to his cheek and leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he moved away.

"I love you too, Vic. But I can't sit here and watch you pretend you're okay." Jaime said. My eyes were filled with tears. He just wouldn't understand. What would I say to him? What could I possibly tell him that would make things okay.

Suddenly, another voice barricaded the room. "Uhhhhh, you guys okay here, or what?" Mike's voice echoed through the room. Little did he know that the empty room which cause the echo was the same room that was full of thoughts, tears, regrets, and all things I would never want to see my little brother witness.

"Yeah, did you have breakfast?" I asked. I sounded frail so I cleared out my throat before he replied.

"Yeah, there was pancakes so me and Tony had them.. All." He said with a small grin on his face.

"You idiot, you were meant to leave some for Jaime!" I said with a frustrated look.

"Haha, guys its okay, I'll have something else." Jaime let go of the earlier and head to the door, Mike following him behind.

As the left, I went to bathroom. I slid to the floor with my back to the door. I broke down, realising what I did last night. I'm such a fool. I've let Jaime down, I've let everyone down. I'm pathetic. Jaime is going to feel so guilty and I never wanted to put him in such a position. I never wanted him to find out. But I'm such a fool. I wish I was dead. I wish I didn't have to sit here and act like everything is okay. I wish I could tell Jaime how I feel about him, and maybe, just maybe, he'd still feel the same. I was an idiot for not saying anything to him the other day when he confessed. Why can't I be as strong as him? I evaded from my thoughts when I heard a sudden knock on the door.

"Vic, what are you doing in there?" It was Tony. He was yelling so he was sure I could hear him.

"N-nothing, whats the matter?" I yelled back.

"I'm out of shower gel, do you have a spare?" he yelled again, slightly quieter than the first time.

"Yeah, hold on." I grabbed a bottle and opened the door. I smiled and him and his face suddenly dropped. I looked down to notice I hadn't pulled up my sleeve. Fuck. I panicked and pulled it down immediately.

"Uhm, here you go, uh bye." I said frantically, pushing him to the direction of the door which was directly opposite the ensuite bathroom.

"Vic. What the fuck have you done to yourself?," he said. "I'm not leaving this room until you give me answers." He persisted. I could see the mix of anger and worry in his eyes. I'm letting everyone down.

"I don't know what you're talking about, go shower."

Tony was not going to budge... What do I do now?

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Title credit: Ohioisonfire // Of Mice & Men