what's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces (kellic) (on hold)

what's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces (kellic)

CHAPTER 1

*3 years later*

*Kellin's view*

I was fiddling with my backpack zipper when it finally gave in and broke off.

"Fuck" I whisper under my breath.

My bag was zipped shut, stuck on the fabric, and my homework was inside of it. I threw my hands up in defeat and went into the kitchen to retrieve a knife to cut the damn thing open. It was my first week of collage and I was already stressed out. I was also stressed about where my collage was located. I had to move back to San Diego because I got a scalar ship to go there and I'm not one to turn down an amazing offer like that, but being in San Diego and so close to my old neighborhood had me a bit worried. I didn't want to run into Vic and have my heart broken all over again. No I couldn't have that. Last I heard Vic, mike and their band where on tour and wouldn't be home for a while. I don't think they moved out of their parents' house because they wouldn't be home very often meaning there was no point in buying a place if you're not going to use it. I had moved back in with my mom so I was close to campuses and I figured since mike and Vic would be gone, I would have my own place before they returned.

My mom had kicked Rian out after she found him and his friends smoking pot in the house, and a prostitute naked in their bed. I'm glad she did because I saw what happened to her when were a so called family. We weren't a family. We were a lost cause, but not anymore. Mom now has a steady job and is dating again. I've met one of her boyfriends since we've been back in touch and he was really nice. The exact opposite of Rian. I'm glad she's finally doing well.

"Hey mom where do you keep the big knifes?" I asked her when she walked into the kitchen.

"Why do you need a big knife? You're not planning on killing someone are you?" she asked with worried eyes. I just shake my head and explain to her about how my backpack wanted to be an ass and go stuck. She laughed and handed me a knife to tear my bag open with/

"You're buying a new bag yourself!" she yelled to me as I raced up to my room to take revenge on the evil bag.

After a few minutes of slashing, stabbing, and ripping at my bag it just kinda fell apart. I smiled in success and started up on my homework for that night. The whole week was quite boring. Wake up, eat, school, lunch, more school, homework, study, dinner, free time, bed. My free time usually consist of me doing more research on a topic. It was finally Friday and I didn't have any homework because I finished it in class, Mom was out on a date and I didn't have any upcoming test to study for. Has my life really come to this? God I'm such a loser.

I slipped on my TOMS and went outside to sit on the front porch. I plopped down on my butt and fished out my cigarettes. Somehow I had started smoking. I can't remember when I started but I think it was about a year into living with my grandparents, after my grandpa died. Or maybe it was after school that one day when I got beat so bad that I had to go to the hospital and just kinda didn't give a shit if i was going to get lung cancer or not. We all die at some point so what's the point of not making the most of it. I light the cigarette, close my eyes and take a nice long drag from it, holding the toxic smoke in my lungs before slowly allowing it to exit my body and disappear into the air in front of me. My body relaxes and my mind clears. That was until I was rudely interrupted by a female voice.

"Kellin! Oh my I didn't know you were back!" I crack open one of my eyes to see Mrs. Fuentes crossing the street over to me.

"Hi, Mrs. Fuentes." I say flicking my cigarette to remove some ash from it. I look up at her and smile before taking one more drag before smooshing the cancer stick against the stone stairs, putting it out.

"Oh honey you shouldn't smoke. It's not healthy." Mrs. Fuentes took a seat next to me on the stairs of the porch.

"Yeah I know I shouldn't. I've been so stressed with school and its better than what I could be doing." Mrs. Fuentes gave me a confused look and I just told her that I could be doing drugs that could really mess me up, but instead I'm just smoking. We sat there talking for quite a while before she told me that she had to go make dinner for her husband.

"Vic will be so excited to know that you're back. He should be coming home tomorrow or Sunday." She said before she stood and said her goodbyes to me. I was completely frozen in shock. I sat there for well over three hours panicking about Vic coming home tomorrow. The street lights flicked on and the sun hid behind the horizon. Everything fell dark except for what was being lit by porch and street lights. I continued to sit there and stare into the darkness before the thought of Vic coming home tomorrow swarmed my mind and I felt myself start to panic again, causing me to light another cigarette.

Half way through my second cigarette I saw a pair of headlights, making me squint. I sat and waited for them to pass but they didn't. Instead they slowed down and pulling into the Fuente's drive way. My breath hitched at the thought of who was in that car. I wasn't going to stick around to find out. I stoop up, taking a long drag before dropping it to the ground, squashing it with the bottom of my shoe before going back inside the house. I surprisingly wasn't hungry so I decided that I was just gunna have a shower and go to bed. And that's exactly what I did.

*Vic's view*

I drove down the street and saw a man sitting on Ms. Quinn's porch smoking. I bet it was her new boyfriend or something. I shook it off and pulled into the driveway. Mike jumped out of the car and ran up the stairs and into the house, leaving me to get the luggage.

"Oh, Victor, honey we can get your things out of the car tomorrow. Come, come inside so I can make my babies something to eat." Mamma hugged me and pulled me inside the house.

'Home at last'

Mamma made us some tacos and when we were full told us to go to bed. I was exosted. Touring for three months with no break at all was exosting. It was roughly 2am and I've been driving since 6pm. I stepped in the shower and stood there under the warm water just enjoying my own bathroom, my own shower, my own bed, my home. After a while the water started getting cold and I quickly got out of the shower. I put on so shorts and went downstairs to kiss mamma goodnight. I dragged my feet across the floor and gave mamma a goodnight hug and kiss.

"Oh. I have so news." She said when she let me go.

"Can you tell me tomorrow? I'm really tired and I can barely stand." She smiled and nodded letting go to bed.

"Night mamma."

"Goodnight sweet heart."