This Silly Thing Called Love (Vic Fuentes)

Chapter Twleve

I finally made it home later that night. I took a deep breath before unlocking the front door. Immediately I was hacking my lungs out from all the smoke and weed. I stumbled inside and my eyes locked on Thom sitting on my couch, pot in one hand and Desiree latched to his side.

"What the fuck?" I bellowed, opening my back door and waving the smoke out.

Thom grinned dopily at me, "Hey, Kayla." He drawled.

Desiree giggled.

"You two get the fuck out, now!" I shouted, gesturing madly at the front door.

"Don't be such a party pooper, Kayla. We're having fun." Desiree laughed.

"Go have "fun" somewhere else. Now." I demanded, placing my hands on my hips.

It was one thing to come to my house after sleeping with my boyfriend, but to smoke weed with my brother? In my house? That was fucking crossing the line. I could go to jail if the cops were called. I couldn't risk that, not with my job. Thom and Desiree could screw up their lives all they wanted but they were not taking me down with them.

"Fine, fine. No need to blow a vessel." Thom chuckled, standing up and bringing Desiree with him.

I watched on in wonderment. At what point in time did I lose them? When Thom was eighteen and our parents died? When Desiree was in college? We used to be such close friends; if I was in trouble I went to Desiree and then suddenly she changed. She wasn't there for me in the way I needed her, and Thom was high half of the time to even remember me. I missed them both, but they were too gone for me to save them.

Maybe that's why I'm so dedicated to fixing Vic, I realize as they pack their bags. Maybe it's because there's an actual chance of saving Vic, to watch him get better and have a life, that I focus all my attention on him.

They were gone within twenty minutes and I felt sick. I drowned the house in fabreeze and opened all the windows. I felt antsy and began to clean, not wanting to sit down and do nothing. My fingers itched to call Vic but I felt like three days in a row hanging out was too much. He was JUST a friend after all. Friends don't spend their every waking moment together . . . or kiss the other's cuts . . . or sleep together.

Okay, so maybe we weren't friends but more like best friends.

...

After I had the smoke cleared out and all thoughts of Vic were gone, I grabbed my phone and called up Morgan.

"Hello, Panicky Mother of Three at your service." She drawled.

I snorted, "You sound just like Andy."

"Don't bring his name into this conversation. I'm pissed at him," She said in a deadly serious voice. "Anyway, ignoring that ass, what's up?"

"Thom and Desiree were smoking pot when I came home," She gasped in horror. "So I kicked them out and I'm seriously pissed right now. Wanna' go to the gym and blow some steam?"

"Please, let me just take the kids to Penny's and I'll meet you there."

With a quick goodbye, I changed into appropriate gym clothes and headed to the gym where Morgan and I have been going since I moved here. I checked my phone before I drove off, noticing a text from Vic. I bit my lip as I checked it, sighing in relief when I saw he'd just sent me a link to a dancing burrito.

Morgan was already there when I reached the gym, her arms folded and her lips pursed. I didn't bother asking what was wrong, she'd tell me while we were working out probably. Morgan was the type of person where she tried to keep everything in until her blowing point. It was the cause of many of her and Andy's problems.

Like I expected, as we were on the treadmills, she began her rant.

"He's going back into the studio with Ronnie Radke - you know, that guy who's all over the place? Yeah, he's coming over more often, which I'm not complaining about, he's a cool guy and I love his girlfriend, and Willow - his daughter - is around the boys' age, but this means that I can't spend any time with Andy!

For the last month he's been either at the studio or doing publicity stuff. I barely see him anymore, and normally I wouldn't give a shit, but now there's Rose and I can't handle her and the boys with my schedule."

Morgan cut off with a shake of her head and returned to her jogging. I stayed silent, not knowing what to say. She normally didn't complain about Andy's schedule - she understood - but then I realized that she was also a hard working woman. They were working so hard between their time demanding jobs and kids, that they didn't see each other.

"How about," I mused, making Morgan look at me curiously. "The kids spend the weekend with me so you and Andy can have some time together."

She gaped at me, "Would you really? Oh that would help so much, Kayla!"

"No problem." I shrugged and with a grateful smile from Morgan, we returned to working our anger out.

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An excited Andy dropped the kids off at my house at seven on Friday. I greeted them at the front door and the twins, downed with gear for the weekend, raced past me for the TV. Looking ten years younger, Andy handed his daughter to me and said, "Your turn. Good luck."

"Haha," I laughed sarcastically. "You need good luck - you're with Morgan all weekend."

He smirked, "Believe me, I'm not complaining."

I laughed heartily at that before waving good bye and setting Rose on the floor and sitting beside her. The boys picked out the first Harry Potter film ("Look, Ben's Harry Potter, auntie!") and they thankfully sat down for the first half of the movie. Rose fell asleep beside me and I soothingly rubbed her plump tummy. At nine - and the part where Harry caught Snape being treated for his wound - my phone rang.

"Ello?" I asked, resting my head on the couch cushion and eyeing Nick suspiciously. He grinned back at me.

"Hey, Kayla," Vic's tired voice replied. I was instantly alert. "What're you doing?"

"I'm taking care of the Biersack clan for the weekend. What's up?"

"Oh . . . I didn't realize you were busy, I'll call back later-"

"Vic, I am never too busy for you. Seriously, what's up?" I cut him off, hating that he was just like Morgan in that aspect -he thought he was never important enough for my time.

"Just . . . feeling down."

"Nothing a few rowdy kids and Harry Potter can't fix," I said cheerily. "Come over."

"Are you sure?" He asked hesitantly.

"Of course! Come over, Victor Fuentes, I demand your amusing presence."

He couldn't help but laugh at that and I felt temporarily proud of myself, "Alright, be there in a few."

I was smiling hugely as I hung up, glancing at the boys. They were staring back at me with their wide blue eyes, identical smiles on their faces.

"Daddy does that when he talks to mommy." Nick stated in his cute little lisp.

"Daddy said because he loves mommy." Ben explained.

"Well, your daddy and mommy are crazy for each other." I said, choosing to ignore that they compared me to their parents.

I sighed and was just getting back into a comfortable position when my phone buzzed with a text from Vic.

'Do the kids want slushies? McDonalds was just too tempting :)'

I snorted and shook my head, obviously Vic had never babysat kids for a weekend. He was sure in for a rude awakening.