I've Broken Bones For You

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Jaime doesn't know about Kellin's arrival. I can't seem to find the heart to tell him. He's remembering about the Kellin x Me situation, so he knows what happens vaguely. I told him we broke up when he questioned it, because it's the truth.

The problem is, I should be telling Jaime. Not telling him anything is what messed up our relationship in the first place. I want us to be best friends who can trust each other. But something is just irking me the wrong way, and every time I try to bring it up, I flee from the topic. I seriously don't want Kellin in my house, and I need to tell Jaime about my situation, but how can I do that if I can't even face the problem properly?

I'm lounging on Jaime's bean bag, just like back then. Wow, I sound old. I feel like this whole thing has matured me though, and I'm not that angsty kid from six months ago. I'm very sure I'm not.

I'm happier now. And no one can change that.

I flick at some lint on the canvas material, trying my best to focus on anything other than Kellin. I need to tell Jaime. This is all so confusing, and I'm stressed and worried and I can't have this happening to me. I want Kellin out of my house because it's too awkward having him around, but I don't have the heart or energy to kick him out. I can't help but wonder how Jaime will react if I tell him, and that's a big if, and if he'd agree that I have to get rid of Kellin.

I take in a deep breath, calming myself. During those months of recovering, I had visited a therapist a few times. She had told me just to take deep breaths when I got stressed or too worked up. So that's what I've been doing, and it actually helps.

The door opens and Jaime walks in, holding a bowl of chips. I grab a handful and stuff my face to distract myself from my worries.

"Whoa, Vic, settle down." Jaime says, pulling the bowl away from me. "Everything all right?" He adds.

I quickly look up, and I'm about to spill it, but instead I manage a light hearted smile, even though it feels heavy on my face. "Yeah, everything's fine" I lie.

Jaime nods and sits down, and we eat the chips while watching a movie on his laptop. Just like normal friends. But I can't stop thinking about the Kellin problem and that I need to tell Jaime, and soon. He applied for a college and he's leaving in a month.

I just... Can't say anything, not now. I'll wait it out for another week, see if it gets better. I hardly ever see Kellin anyways, he just crashes on the couch for the night and disappears during the day. I wonder where he goes. 

Jaime's phone buzzes with a text. He picks it up and reads it over, sending a quick text back. "It's Jenna. Do you mind if she comes over?" I nod, even though I'm inwardly sighing. Don't get me wrong, I love Jenna. I can talk to her easily and she's actually a good friend of mine. But when you put Jenna and Jaime together, you get cuddling and sweet moments and everyhting absolutely adorable when it comes to relationships. It's really annoying after a while. It makes me feel uncomfortable, and I can't stand it sometimes. 

I'm happy for them though. I just wish they could keep the lovey dovey shit to a minimum. So Jaime and I watch the movie for a little while longer, waiting for Jenna to get here. When she does, Jaime gets up to greet Jenna and I scroll through my phone absent mindedly as they hug and sweetly kiss. Ugh. I sound like my brother. 

Jenna comes over and sits down beside Jaime, giving me a wave. "Hey Vic, how are things?" I shrug, not wanting to tell Jenna either. Obviously, I can't, Jaime is in the room and it would just be offensive to him. I also just want to keep this under the radar for a few days.

"I'm pretty good, same old, same old. How about you?" I ask. Small talk can be really annoying, especially when you're with your friends. What's the point of it when they already know what's generally up with your life at the moment?

Jenna smiles. "I'm doing pretty great." And that's when her and Jaime smile at each other and I roll my eyes as they kiss again. 

Basically, the rest of the evening is spent being the third wheel. That's to be expected, they are in a committed relationship. But to be completely honest, I don't like to sit by myself while they chat and have all these moments, and they expect me to stay. I do stay, because I'm a respectable young man and I have manners. If it had been any time before the break up, I would have been out the door already. 

Jenna is yawning and curling up against Jaime, sighing in content. I want to groan in annoyance, but they really are cute together, and I don't want to ruin the mood. I get the hint though. Jenna will end up staying the night and I obviously don't want to be here when she is, because I can only guess what they'd get up to. 

"Well, I should get going." I say, standing up to let myself out. Jaime doesn't protest, just gives me a smile and a "See you later, man." I nod and say bye to Jenna, then leave without another word. They deserve the privacy.

I drive home, expecting to be alone tonight. Mike is at a friend's and my parents are out of town. I mean, I am eighteen, it really doesn't matter. It's just that when I get home, Kellin is there. Obviously, he's going to be here, but he usually shows up really late. 

The shocking thing is, he has a guy with him. They aren't doing anything, thank god, but it's just inappropriate to bring a guy to my house without asking me first. What the hell? It would be different if he asked and used the guest room, because it's just me and I seriously couldn't care less. But not asking me and just going into my house with a guy is something I will not tolerate. 

Then I realize they aren't supposed to be doing anything. The guy is talking to Kellin in the sweetest voice, a voice that tells you that you can tell him anything, and Kellin is shaking. There's nothing remotely sexual about the way they're sitting. Did he bring over a therapist? It looks like it, but this is one hell of a cute therapist. 

Kellin was never a fan of therapists or talking too deeply about his feelings. So this is how I know that it's bad. If he's in need of a therapist, then Kellin really is going through something that is taking a huge toll on him. I remember him getting through problems better than I ever did, and now it looks like we switched lives. He's crashing and burning, while I'm moving forward and getting somewhere, slowly. 

I don't want to interrupt him. If he needs to talk it out, then so be it. I guess I would have preferred if he had warned me before hand, but I get it if he couldn't. He's going through some serious shit, and I don't want him to get worse just because I tell him he can't bring a therapist over. 

I tip toe around the corner, hoping that I don't make a sound and they notice me. Too late though, the therapist notices me and catches my eye. Kellin doesn't notice a thing, so I nod to the therapist, signaling that he can continue. He goes back to Kellin before he notices that the therapist and I just had a two second telepathic conversation. 

I quickly slip into my room, letting out my breath that I was holding. Now I'm really torn over this problem. How can I kick him out now, after seeing how much he truly is hurting. I'm also wondering if Kellin told me the whole story, because it looked like he was telling the therapist some really dramatic things.

I sit down on my bed, closing my eyes. I put my earbuds in to be respectful of their privacy and sigh. I really have no idea what I'm going to do. 

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(A/N: Sorry, this was sort of a filler. I wanted you guys to have something.)