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Eternal/Under the Influence (Kellic)

Anonymous asked: Hi could you do 35 and 45 as a kellic please :). thank you.

35. eternal; 45. under the influence

I’m done with you.

Vic’s words ring in my head as I storm to the club. I’m so angry and upset I can hardly stand it, but it won’t be for long. Not if I can help it.

We fought. I don’t know if we’re broken up now or not. Neither of us said the words, but there was so much unspoken tension.

I’ll wait until the end of the night, I decide. If he doesn’t come back for me, it’s over. That seems simple enough.

I flash my ID at the bouncer out front, who barely even looks at it before letting me in. I push past the sweaty masses of people and sit in a barstool, slamming my fist down on the counter. The bartender opens his mouth to ask, but I interrupt him: “I don’t care what it is, as long as it’ll give me amnesia.”

A few seconds later, a drink rests in front of me, and I down it without even hesitating before asking for another one. The bartender shoots me a suspicious look but gives me what I want.

You have to stop this, Kell.

That’s Vic’s voice, back in my head again. This is what we were fighting about, actually—my alcohol “problem”, as he called it. He told me I was destroying myself, and I told him that that was complete bullshit and that I could do what I want. The argument escalated, and before I knew it, I was screaming at him, and then I was running here.

It’s not until the fourth shot that I start to actually forget and calm down enough that I don’t feel like I’m about to break something. After that, though, I stop counting. It’s all the same to me, just a blur of lights and music and the sweet taste of ignoring my problems. That is, until someone grabs my arm.

"Come with me," Vic demands.

"No. You can’t make me," I slur out.

"Oh, yes, I can." He yanks me by my hand and pulls me across the club to the front door. I try to fight back, but it’s no use; I can barely walk without nearly falling over.

Vic drags me out of the club and corners me on the side. “Kellin, we have to talk about this.”

I push him and start to walk away angrily. “Go fuck yourself.”

"Kellin!" Vic calls.

I try to run faster and end up nearly tripping over my own two feet. While I’m getting my balance, Vic comes over and takes my hand again. “Kellin,” he repeats, softer. “I didn’t mean what I said—”

"You meant everything you said,” I spit, shoving him away again. Why can’t he understand that I don’t want anything to do with him?

“Kellin,” he snaps, pushing me against the wall and locking eyes with me. “Listen to me. I didn’t mean to call you stupid, and I didn’t mean it when I said I hated you. You know I don’t think of you that way.”

I take a deep, shaky breath. Without even realizing it, I’ve started crying.

"Just let me go," I say, my voice cracking.

Vic reluctantly lets go of my arms, reaching out to wipe a few tears from my cheeks. My anger has faded, so I bury my head into his shoulder. All of a sudden, I feel like complete shit and just want to go home.

He wraps his arms around me. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “We’ll figure this out. Eternity, remember?”

That makes me cry even harder. Eternity—that’s our promise. It’s been our promise for as long as I can remember, as cheesy as it is. We’ve promised that no matter what, we’ll spend forever together. Even if it’s not as lovers.

"I don’t know what I’m doing," I ramble. "I don’t know how this happened. Vic, I’m s-sorry for scaring you and I-I’m sorry I do this and I swear I’ll t-try to get better. I swear. And I’ll stay better…forever."

He runs his fingers through my hair, because he knows that always calms me down. “It’s okay,” he says again. He pulls away slightly, which is when I notice that he’s crying, too. “I’m not done with you, alright?” He takes my hand, and this time, I don’t try to escape. “Now let’s go home,” he says. “We’ve got an eternity to fix this, okay?”