Skinny Latte|Kellic

Chapter 29

KELLIN'S POV
I snuggled up to Vic, occasionally taking a scoop out the ice cream that we were sharing.
"So I was thinking.." Vic started.
I shuffled up on his lap and looked at him.
"There's a party tonight, um, a guy called Jaime invited me at work the other day." Vic told me.

I thought about it for a while, knowing that I wasn't the most social one around.

"Obviously we don't have to go, I just thought it would be cool to get to know more people." Vic shrugged.

I nodded, "Yeah okay."
"R-really?" He asked.
I smiled, "Yeah, I've always wanted to go to parties, you know, put my self out there." I giggled slightly.
"But I was always too nervous, but you'll be there so I'll be okay." I finished.

Vic grinned and pressed his lips to mine.

"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too."

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"Vicccc!" I whined.
"Whaaatttt?" He replied, imitating my whiny voice.

I rolled my eyes playfully and flopped into his arms as he pulled me into a hug.
"I can't find anything to wear." I told him.

He picked up a white shirt that I had flung on the floor and took out a black blazer from my wardrobe.
He grabbed a black tie from out of the drawers.
"This will look great on you Kells." He said, handing me the clothes.

I smiled slightly and took them, but this time, I didn't head into the bathroom.
I stripped down my clothes in front of Vic, finally feeling comfortable enough to do so.

I could feel his eyes burning into my skin, making me look down trying to hide a blush.

I pulled up my black jeans and put on the shirt, sliding on the blazer and tying the tie up.

I gazed at the mirror, a small smile appearing on my face.

Vic gasped, "Kells did you just smile at your reflection?"

I giggled, "I guess I did."
He looked at me, a smile spread across his face.
I bit my lip and walked towards him, pressing a firm kiss on his lips, my hands trailed down to his ass which I squeezed gently.

He gasped slightly and stepped backwards, his cheeks tinted red.

"We should get going." He whispered, hiding a smirk.

Slightly disappointed, I nodded and grabbed his hand.

He leant to my ear and whispered, "We'll save that for later."

My skin tingled and my stomach flipped.
My lips curved up into a smile as I grinned at him.

We ran down the stairs and jumped into the car, driving only a few minutes down the road till we were at the house.

I could hear the music from the car.
I took a deep breath, reminding myself that Vic was there and it would be fine.

Vic squeezed my hand, "You okay?"
I nodded, giving him a small smile and clambered out the car.

We walked up to the front door and were greeted by a guy who was slightly taller than us with pointy, brown hair and a large smile.
"Hey Jaime". Vic smiled.
"Hiya." He grinned at Vic, then looked at me.
"You must be Kellin!" He exclaimed happily.
I nodded, a grin stretching over my face.
God his smile was contagious.

He welcomed us in his house and shut the door behind.

I looked around the room to see lights flashing everywhere, drunk people singing and dancing, tables and tables of alcohol, and a lot of massive speakers.

I felt sorry for his neighbours.

Vic took me over to the alcohol tables and handed me a beer in a red plastic cup.
"Thanks." I smiled, downing the drink at once.
Vic raised his eyebrows, "Jesus Kells." He laughed.

I took another cup and started to drink that.

Eight cups later, Vic and I were on the dance floor, jumping and grinding against each other.

I picked up another cup and knocked it back, giggling hysterically as the world started spinning.

Someone, who I think was called Jack, handed me a shot glass.
I tipped it back, swallowing it immediately.
It burnt the back of my throat, but it felt good.

The song ended and I looked at Vic, laughing.

He stumbled around, probably more drunk than me and smirked, walking over to the drinks table again.

A wave of nausea suddenly  shot over me, so I tapped vics hand, catching his attention.

"I'm gunna go to the toilet." I slurred.
He nodded, so I walked off, dragging my self up the stairs.

My stomach started churning, and my face quickly became hot.

I ran into the bathroom, locking the door, before leaning over the toilet and emptying the contents of my stomach, which was mostly alcohol.

I groaned and sat on the floor, wiping my mouth.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to stand up, flushing the toilet.

I used the sink to stabilise me, my vision blurry.

I splashed cold water in my face, telling myself I wouldn't drink anymore tonight.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, my stomach starting to settle again.

A knock at the door startled me, so I quickly ran to it and unlocked it, walking out.
"Sorry." I mumbled, looking at the floor and walking off.

A hand grabbed my wrist.
"Oh you should be sorry sweetheart." The voice whispered harshly.

My breathing hitched in my throat.

I remembered that voice.

I turned around, facing Mikey.

"You thought I was joking about telling the court than Gerard was innocent?" He hissed.
I gulped, "N-no.."

He tightened his grip on my wrist, making me yelp.

I let out a choked sob, my chest suddenly on fire.

He was speaking but I couldn't hear what he was saying.
All I could hear was the pounding of my heart and my short breathing.

Tears poured down my face, and in panic, I swung for his face with my free hand, knocking him to the floor.

I stumbled out of the hall, trying to catch my breath and fell down the stairs, landing hard on the floor.

I looked up, gasping for air, but no one noticed.
The music was too loud and everyone was having too much fun.

I dragged my self up using the stair case banister.
I stumbled around the crowded room, desperate to find Vic, but I couldn't see him anyway.

Everything was spinning, and my brain felt like it was swaying.

I let out a strangled sob and darted out the house, into the pouring rain outside.

The fresh air calmed me down a bit.
It was cool and breezy outside, which was a relief after being in a hot cramped room.

The rain splashed onto my face, making me aware that I needed to find shelter somewhere.

Suddenly remembering Mikey was in the house, I ran across the road, as fast as my legs would carry me.

I splashed through puddles which dampened my jeans, but at that moment, I didn't care.
I just needed to get away from the space.

After what seemed like ages, I stopped running, clutching my sides, and sloped down against a tree.

I felt my eyelids droop.
I tried to fight it, after all, it was dangerous to sleep out here.
Especially in the rain with no one around to help.
But my eye were begging me to let them shut.
So, with my head slowly calming down, I let them drop, feeling the world around me disappear.

Until everything has stopped, and was finally peaceful.