Lose Control

Kellin's POV:

{ A/N: this is just a recap of the story but from Kellin's perspective. There's a good amount of new information, but if you like the story the way it is feel free to end it there. Honestly, this is for my own satisfaction bc I debated hella hard over whose perspective to set the story in. Kellin's actually a v deep character and I feel like that didn't get enough attention bc Vic's a dumb ass hoe. So here it is: enjoy me extending this book for the reads ;) }

Part 1: Vic

The day I met Vic it felt like the trajectory of my life completely shifted. I never knew the effect one person could have on someone's journey, but from the moment I met his warm, brown-eyed gaze, something about him felt special. I knew immediately that I was lucky to be in his presence.

I lead who I thought was an actor into the production room, unable to help myself from immediately being curious. He doesn't look like any other actor I've met. He's so...I don't know...normal, pedestrian. Everyone else is either dumb, a freak, creep, or an asshole. This is a change.

"So, this is my assistant Tanya," I tell him, motioning to one of my closest friends. I feel kind of bad for reducing her to an assistant, but it's just easier when new people are around. "She can do anything you need done. Now, go over there and strip," I instruct, pointing to the closet which functions as a make-shift dressing room.

"And what!?" he exclaims, looking at me like I just sprouted two heads. Oh shit. I turn to Tanya, my face contorting into confusion.

"Who?" is he? I ask, not even able to focus enough to finish my sentence out loud.

"Vic," the actor...or whoever says from behind me.

"The new cameraman, remember?" Tanya replies, reminding me.

My jaw drops. No, actually, I didn't remember. I can't believe I just mistook my cameraman for an actor. That's fucking mortifying.

"You're shitting me," I say, immediately rushing out of the room and darting into my bedroom. How the Hell am I ever gonna face him again? That's so fucking embarrassing.

Tanya comes in a few seconds later, asking, "What? Why do you look so red?"

"Why didn't you remind me!?" I scold her. It's not her fault though, I'm just an unorganized mess.

"I did, twice. I asked about it 2 hours ago," she replies, sassy as always. God, I love her. I don't know what I'd do without her.

"I fucking suck," I whine, feeling my face heat up even more at the idea of going back out there.

"What even happened? You're really that embarrassed about a simple mistake?"

"I called him cute..." I groan, covering my face with my hand.

"That's not that bad," she assures me. I just shoot her a look of disbelief.

"He'll forget about it, it's fine."

"No," I whine. "I can't do it. You need to fire him or something."

She just laughs. "I'm not gonna fire him because you embarrassed yourself."

"Ugh," I reply, falling onto my bed and trying to figure out a way to make this better.

"You need to go back out there," she tells me.

"I can't," I whine again. This is a horrible situation. Why am I like this?

After another few minutes of incessant prodding, I finally go back out. It's pretty awkward at first, but for some reason Vic doesn't seem uncomfortable. I quickly get over it, kind of forgetting it even happened in the first place. This guy's actually really chill. Maybe Ryan was right after all.