This Silly Thing Called Love (Vic Fuentes)

Chapter Seventeen

The last thing I expected to wake up to was Vic making me breakfast. He wasn't the type to do so (as I had seen when I stayed the night at his house the other week) and it made me smile when I finally shuffled out of my room to follow the smell of bacon. I didn't even know I had bacon.

"Finally," Vic huffed as I took a seat at my kitchen table, waiting patiently to be served food. "You can sleep all day, can't you?"

"Just give me food." I muttered, not a very talkative person when I woke up.

Vic said nothing else, finished up the eggs, and brought me a plate full of eggs, toast, and bacon. I hummed in enjoyment as Vic sat across from me and we dug into our food. The silence surrounding us was comfortable, like this was a normal thing. You want this to be, a sly voice said in the back of my head. I decided to ignore that.

"This is real good, thanks Vic." I said after I swallowed a mouthful of eggs.

Vic smirked, "Of course it is! I made it."

"Ha. Very funny. I'm dying." I said in a dry voice.

Vic snorted and took a drink of his orange juice. I wrinkled my nose at the smell, never a big fan of oranges over all, but decided to deal with it. We all had to make sacrifices.

"What're we doing today?" Vic asked after we had finished breakfast and landed ourselves on the couch to lazily watch crappy reality shows.

"I don't know. Be hobos?" I murmured, slouching lower into the couch cushion and really not wanting to move. 

Vic grunted. I shifted so I was laying across the couch with my head in his lap, my eyes drifting shut as he bean to run his fingers through my hair. In my sleepy haze, I wondered what had made Vic turned to self harm. He was such a perfect person. I 've never understood the temptation to cut yourself, never really thought of it honestly, but Vic made me think of things I'd never questioned before. He made my chest hurt when I saw the pain in his eyes, and it even went the same way when he was so fucking happy. 

"Vic?" I asked sleepily, turning my body so I was facing him, my face pressed into his stomach. He hummed. "Why are you single?"

He stiffened slightly, clearing his throat and shrugging his shoulders, "Just . . . . don't like anybody that way."

"Oh."

"Why are you single, Kayla?" Vic asked, turning it on me. "I know for a fact that a few guys wanna' date you."

I snorted, "They don't want to date me- more like a good one night stand. Although . . ."

Should I do this? I wanted so badly to see if Vic liked me the way I liked him, and jealousy was the best way to approach it right? I remembered Morgan doing it in college when Andy had came back, using that ugly dick to make Andy jealous. But I wasn't Morgan, and I really wanted things to work out between Vic and me. 

"Although what?" Vic prodded, interest shining bright in his eyes.

"There's this one guy," I decide, sitting up and straddling Vic. My heart was beating wildly with the prospect of how this could turn out - either Vic likes me back or I look like a sexual offender. Thankfully, Vic didn't shove me off his lap, only placed his hands on my hip. "But he doesn't see what I see."

"And what's that?" Vic asked softly and I think that he understands what I'm trying to convey here. 

"That he's beauitful. And that every time I'm with him my heart goes in overdrive and I feel like I'm ready to have a panic attack, but then he smiles at me and everything is alright. He's always there for me when I need him yet he feel likes he's not worth my time. I want to fix every scar he has-"