This Love Was Out of Control (Fuenciado)

You Killed Who?

*Jaime's POV*

♪ She sits up high
Surrounded by the sun
One million branches and she loves every one
Mom and dad, did you search for me?
I've been up here so long I'm going crazy ♪

I woke up to a beautiful voice sounding throughout the room. An acoustic guitar was strumming softly through my ears as I rubbed my eyes and stared at the person standing across the room.

♪ And as the sun went down we ended up on the ground
I heard the train shake the windows
You screamed over the sound
And as we own this night
I put your body to the test with mine
This love was out of control
3-2-1 where did it go? ♪

I smiled at him. He put his guitar down and smiled back at me. He pranced his way over to me and hopped into bed, cuddling up by my side.

"I said I had a surprise for you," Vic smiled, kissing my cheek.

"I already love it. Your voice is so beautiful, babe." I caressed his cheek before kissing it. "Finish it?" I questioned.

"Maybe later. We need to get ready for school," he frowned. He stood up and threw on a pair of black skinnies with his white and red shirt. He bent down and fluffed out his hair, running his hands through it.

"My clothes are at home and the ones I had on before we had sex are dirty now," I stated, looking at the ground.

"Hmmm..." He searched around in his closet and snatched a tye-dye hoodie. "You can wear this."

"With no shirt under it?"

"You don't need a shirt," he winked. "And put those on. I swear they're clean."

I picked up a pair of gray skinnies and tried pulling them up my legs. "Ummm..."

Vic saw what the problem was and giggled at me. "They're kinda tight on you."

"KINDA?! My balls are choking and they need air!" I dragged them down my legs and stopped mid-thigh. "I think your jeans are stuck on me."

"Do you need help?" he smiled, sticking his left foot in his American flag Vans.

I smiled at him and placed my hands together like I was about to pray. "Please?" He slipped his hands under the rim of his skinnies (the ones I was wearing) and I wobbled hazardously, jiggling myself to release the tightness on my thighs. "I feel fat now."

"Oh, love, you're not fat. Believe me, I know what fat looks like. It is not a pleasant sight," he laughed. "Should we get the butter?"

I slapped my hands down to my sides. "Vic?!"

"Haaa I'm just kidding!" he joked, sliding the jeans off me. "At least we got the pants off. I like when you're not wearing pants," he winked.

"Very clever, Fuentes. How about those?" I pointed to a pair of black sweat pants in his closet.

"Those? Actually, you can have them. I already have two more pairs of those."

"Thanks." I took his sweats and threw them over my legs. I placed my red Vans on my feet. I took my phone in my hand and unlocked it. Eight missed calls. Shit. It's Tony. He's gonna fucking kill me.

"Did you hear my phone vibrate last night?" I asked him.

"No?" he looked at me confused. Why?"

"I have eight missed calls from Tony and they were all in the middle of the night."

Out of nowhere, my phone buzzed like crazy in my hand.

Tony.

I was not ready to be yelled at. It was early in the morning and Tony screaming at me...it just was not the time. "H-Hello?" I stuttered.