Never Giving Up (Sequel to The Broken Generation)

Chapter 4

Kellin's POV

I sighed and flipped through the pages of my book slowly. I was so bored it wa absolutely ridiculous. I had everything in the house unpacked, had the walls painted, everything was decorated just like it needed to be and to be honest, I was proud of how the house looked.  It was one of the only things I felt I could be proud of. It took weeks of work to get it to look the way it did and I was proud.  

But now it meant I had nothing to fill my time anymore.And it was really starting to annoy Vic, I could tell. He wanted me to find something to do but I didn't know what to do. The last job I had I lost because I had a depressive episode for two months and they didn't like it. It had me nervous to try again.  I didn't even know if getting a job again would be worth it anyway. Vic made enough to keep us going and, honestly with the money he got from Oliver, he didn't even have to work.

"Kay," Vic said, walking into the room, he had been on call all night so I was surprised that he was even out of bed.

I smiled, "What's up." He laid next to me on the rug and smiled.

"What are you doing?" He asked, wrapping his leg around mine.

"Trying to read," I murmured.

"Really? It looked like you were just flipping through pages," he said.

"Was not."

"Was too but I'll ignore it," Vic said. "So, I was thinking about something."

"You were thinking? That's dangerous."

"Shut up," he muttered. "Anyway, I was thinking that maybe we go out and look at some interesting art classes that the community college has."

"Trying to get rid of me?" 

"Not at all," he said. "I love being around you but I also love seeing you doing stuff and not staying locked in the house all day."

"I do stuff."

"Like what?"

"Read, decorate the house, sleep." 

"That sounds depressing. The house is decorated and you've read every single book in the house."

"I can reread and rearrange at any point."

He sighed. "It's not healthy, aside from running errands with me, what's the last thing you've done outside of this house?"

I hesitated, "I don't know."

"Exactly. Come on Kay, it's just a few classes. Or hang out with friends."

"My only friend in Cali has cancer."

"That doesn't mean he can't hang out with you."

"He's busy."

"Really? So if I call him right now and ask him to come over and take you out to do something, he'll say he's too busy?"

"He might."

"I'm calling him," Vic said and pulled his phone out.

"Why? Stop it."

"Kay, you need out of this damn house," he told me seriously. "You're taking your meds again but you need to start making an effort to get better."

"Fine, fine I'll make an effort."

"Really?" He asked and I made a face.

"No. I'm content just laying here doing nothing."

"I'm calling Alan," he said and dialed my best friend's number and put it on speaker.

"Vee," I whined.