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

chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

*Vic’s view*

 I woke up that morning feeling refreshed and I was ready to start the day. I have been stressing all tour worrying about on whether or not I was going to bump into kellin. It’s not like I hate him or anything but he never came back. He switched schools and I guess moved in with his grandparents. I was just relived that I didn’t see him all tour, and hopefully never again.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a nice cup of coffee after getting dressed in some skinny jeans and a red tank top. Mom sat at the kitchen table eating a boiled egg and some toast.

“Oh Vic. So what I was going to tell you last night is that last night I saw-“

“Hey bro aren’t you glad that you don’t have worry about seeing that kellin dude. I glad he left, harsh I know but it’s not like he can hear.” Mike interrupted mom when he entered the kitchen.

“Yeah so glad I don’t have to worry about him anymore.” I said to Mike. I turned to mom and apologized for mike. “So what were you going to tell me?” I asked.

“Wait, you don’t want to see kellin anymore? Last time I spoke to you, you were still heartbroken about him leaving?” she asked with a confused look on her face.

“Yeah, well I don’t want to see him anymore. He broke my heart and now I’m pretty much over him. Sure he had some good times but that’s all over now.” I said taking a sip of my coffee.

“Well that’s going to be hard to avoid him when he moved backing with his mom just last week.” She shrugged, placing her empty plate in the sink.

My jaw dropped in shock, and apparently so did my mug because next thing I know is that the mug is broken and coffee is all over the floor. I offered to help clean it up but mom just told me to go outside and get some air or something. Not wanting to upset my mom, I walked outside and sat down on the concrete steps. After a bit I heard the door open and saw Mike take a seat next to me.

“Well…that sucks.” He chuckled. I nodded in agreement. “You’re not going to get back together with him, right?” he asked. I just shrugged and ran my hand through my brown locks that where still damp in some parts from last night’s shower.

“I don’t know. I mean, like he is the one who left me and it’s been so long without any contact with him. So I don’t see why he would want to get back together with me.” I spoke as calmly as I could when really I wanted to break down and cry because of how much I missed kellin. I was slowly dying inside every day without kellin by my side. Sure we only dated for like two weeks but I, being young and stupid, fell in love with great kellin Quinn. I think Mike noticed that I was about to cry because he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly.

“You love him don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, and that when I lost it. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to stop the tears but it was too late. I nodded and cried into his shoulder, trying to muffle my sobs.

“I-it hurts so-so m-uch M-Mike. I ju-st want him-him back!” I sobbed into his shoulder.

“I know it does. But everything will be okay. He broke up with you because he was getting kicked out of his house by his mum and had to go live with his grandparents, and we all know that long distance relationships don’t work out. I’m sorry to bring this up, but you did cheat on him with Jaime and even that relationship didn’t work out. Instead he became our bass player and best friend.” Mike said trying to calm me down. “Hey how about we go and get some ice cream?”

“What do you think I am? A 13 year old girl who’s boyfriend just dumped her for the lead cheerleader?” I chuckle, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.

“Your right. Hmm? How about we go down town and pick you up a male prostitute, huh? How does that sound, your own prostitute?” he asked me as if a prostitute was a big puppy. I gave him a discussed look and we both burst out in laughter. That was until we heard the sound of a door closing. We both look up and my face drained of color when I saw Kellin Quinn exiting his house and getting in his car not once looking over to our house. I glance over at Mike and see him twiddling his thumbs.

“He…uh. He looks healthy. He’s not as skinny as he used to be.” Mike said looking at me with sympathetic eyes. “Come on. We can either go get you a prostitute or some ice cream. You choose.”

“Ice cream.” I said in an emotionless tone. We stood up and went inside just as Kellin pulled out of the driveway and down the street.

*Kellin’s view*

I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and a damp pillow. Last night was too much for me. With Vic being back, I fear that he will surface old feelings and try to start things up again. I don’t know if I want that. Or maybe it was that I wasn’t ready to face Vic at all?

I walked down stairs into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of juice. All of the sudden I felt inspired to paint something. I placed my glass in the sink and ran upstairs to my room, gathering my art supplies. Placing a canvas on the easel and squeezed black and red on the paint tray. I take the black and make an outline of a boy’s face that was facing to the left in the center of the medium canvas. Adding some long, black shaggy hair that covered his eyes on the boys head. I outlined the entire head with red and the background was random streaks of red and black. After the paint dried, I added some red that looked like blood dripping over the top of the canvas and around the boy. The painting looked finished but it was missing something.

Emotion

Yes! Emotion. I was feeling dark so I added some red dripping down the boy’s cheek to make it look like he had tears of blood. Adding blood to his ears, and mouth that rolled over his chin. I take a step back and look at my master pierce. It was so dark and it…it was me.

I see evil

I hear evil

I speak evil

That was deep. Not. I sigh and place the painting aside to dry. It was around noon now and I was completely bored. I decided to text to text my ex to make sure he was still alive. I mean he was bipolar and got on my nerves but just because I was pissed off at him doesn’t mean that I don’t care.

K: you still alive?

A: why do you care?

K: now I know you’re alive.

A: Ehh barely

A:  you still up for hanging out and smoking?

K: no

A: ...ok…

A: bye…..and don’t check up on me. It’s annoying. Couse I know you don’t care because no one does, that’s why I do what I do…so just…quit pretending to care.

I was totally done with his shit. I’ve tried getting him help for his depression but...it’s complicated. I don’t care anymore. The relationship is over and now he thinks that I don’t care. If he died I would cry for a while but get over it because we only dated for a while and it wasn’t anything serious but he was still my friend, and I did care for him but he is just blind to it. Whatever. I shove my phone in my pocket and slip on my vans. My mom was at work and I decided to go grocery shopping for her so when she comes home she can just relax. I’m an amazing son, so I think.

As soon as I my foot exited the house I regretted it completely. I could hear him. I could see him. He was crying. I quickly lock the house and get in my car wasting no time in getting out of their sight. I didn’t need this at all. Mrs. Fuentes wants kidding when she said he would be home today. The question I had was why was he crying? I bet it was because of some guy. Or…maybe being with me made him realize that he wasn’t gay. Fuck. My eyes started watering and everything was becoming blurry. I wiped them but it was too late. Next thing I knew, everything turned black.

(A/N sorry for the short chapters. I promise that they will get longer and better. Sorry if there are spelling errors. I am really sorry that this took forever, my computer finally got fixed. Peace out my lovelies.)