Collide With the Flair of Selfish Machines

II

(Y/N)'S POV

Over the next few months, Vic and I dated awkwardly. He got a couple of other guys together to complete his band and they were performing for companies to try and get famous. Maybe that's why dating was going so well, he never had time for me. Mike and I settled whatever stupid differences we had and we became friends. I'll say it got a lot better when the blonde washed out of his hair and he riskily pierced his bottom lip. Unfortunately, my depression did nothing but get worse. I was just forgotten or beaten constantly, and I was so hungry. I couldn't stomach anything but crackers without vomiting or feeling fat.

"Practice today was great." Vic talked to me over the phone.

"That's good. I'm glad you guys are getting somewhere!" I smiled.

"How are you, today, beautiful?" He sighed romantically. I blushed a little. It's crazy how best friends can fall in love.

"I guess I'm okay." I mumbled.

"What's wrong?" He could tell I was upset.

"I just really want to see you." I looked down at what I was doing. My bathroom was covered in blood and my wrist was stinging. 

"Well, how about you wait for me outside." I could hear him smile through the phone.

"Okay." I whispered in a slight cry. 

VIC'S POV

I picked up (Y/N) in front of her house in my shitty car. I put as much money as I could into my band instead of anything else. I really want this as much as I want her. 

"Hey, baby." She greeted me, pecking me softly on the cheek. We never got hot and heavy because of her home situation, but I still loved her.

"Hi, love." I grinned, dreamily staring at her.

"What do you want to do?" She asked. She was just happy to get out of the house.

"Anything." I shrugged and pulled away from her house, on the road to anywhere. 

"I don't care what we do. I've lost interest in basically everything." She told me, sadly.

"Why, honey?" I asked, looking straight ahead as I drove.

"I'm depressed, you know that." She gripped her wrist that was covered in bracelets as usual. 

"You wanna' talk?" I said. "We can just hang outside the high school."

"I guess." She mumbled. "God, you need a haircut." (Y/N) toyed with my hair. I pulled away angrily.

"You're just jealous of my pure Hispanic hair." I stuck my tongue out at her.

I drove her to the school and we sat under the canopy by the front doors. 

"So talk to me, beautiful." I wrapped my arm around her slowly and gently.

"Well, you know my home life, so there's not much to explain." She looked at the ground.

"I know, but there's more than that. I can tell." I looked down with her.

"How do you know?" (Y/N) gave me attitude.

"Look how skinny you are, baby, and those bracelets." I began.

"I'm fine, Vic, really." She insisted. I squinted my eyes and furrowed my brow.

"If you need anything, you know I'm here. I know what it's like." I sighed.

"How?" She wondered. I gulped.

I looked down at my long sleeves. We lived in San Diego, but they were the only thing I wore. As I rolled one of my sleeves up she stared into my eyes intently. 

"See these." I looked down at my scar covered wrist. "They're old, but you don't know how bad I want to do it more."

"Why don't you?" (Y/N) asked an odd question.

"My brother saw my scars. I stopped for him because he always looks up to me. I am the eldest." I sighed. "Now will you talk to me?" I looked up at her, my eyes glistening. She nodded silently and began her story.

"Now do you see why?" She questioned as she finished. I breathed heavily once and nodded.

"Baby, I love you. I want you to stop harming and eat for me, please. Do you love me?" I told her. I never said that before and she was in shock.

"It'll be so hard." She let tears fall.

"I know, baby, I know." I nustled my face into her hair.

"I'll try." (Y/N) promised.

"Here, let me take you home." I told her, getting up and leading her to my car. 

"We're both so fucked." She giggled and grabbed my hand. It shocked me.

"Yeah, but if we're headed there together, you sing and I'll drive." I looked over at her and grinned crookedly.

It was a joyful car ride home, even though her story stressed me out. She sang along to songs on my beat up radio. I didn't want her to do something stupid and I'm rarely with her because of the band. I'm the only one she has and I barely have time for her.

"Now, don't do anythings stupid without me." I looked over at her quickly.

"That'll be hard since you're never around." She mumbled.

"Hey." I said sternly, looking at the road.

"What?" She pursed her lips and leaned toward me, kissing me as I drove.

"When I can, I'll pull the strings of your skin until your bones feel embarrassed from all of the attention." I smiled wide.

"Whatever you say, Fuentes." She teased.

FUENTES RESIDENCE

"Hey bro." My brother greeted me as I walked in the door with a storming headache.

"'Sup, Mike?" I smiled slightly.

"Nothing, just television." He nodded towards the monsterous thing plugged in the wall. "Anything new with (Y/N)?" Mike smiled devilishly.

"She recited every reason she's fine...and then it all came pouring out." I sighed. Mike frowned, he knew what I meant.

"You told her about you, too?" He wondered. I nodded. "That's key." He copied my nodding, slowly.

"If we're going to be together, she has to know everything." I said as the doorbell rang. Jaime and Tony, my new bandmates, arrived. 

It was only the beginning to our wild ride.