The Trouble On Your Lips (Kellic)

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I told Tay everything about Vic and I. Afterwards I kind of regretted it. I had promised Vic that I wouldn't tell anyone, no matter what happened between us, but I was just so upset with him that the words came spilling out of my mouth. It felt good to finally talk to someone about it and I knew I could trust Tay. She wouldn't tell anyone.

She was hardly deterred by my confession. It was almost as if she expected this from me. I guess with all the shenanigans I've gotten up to over the past few years, she's immune to whatever I get up to next. She knew from the beginning I had a thing for Vic anyway. She was really supportive, just like any friend would be. She even skipped school with me on Friday. I couldn't go to school and face Vic. I felt like breaking down into tears every time I thought of him.

I didn't have an episode like I thought I would. I thought I might have slipped off the edge and had a major freak out, but I stayed relatively calm. The medication I took daily was working well. By Friday night I gave up on crying but I was still wallowing in self-pity. I stayed over Tay's house on Friday night too. I just wanted to be with a friend, not that I communicated with her much. I kind of just laid on her bed while she did whatever teenage girls do in their spare time. I wasn't paying that much attention. By Saturday night she was done with my constant moping around.

"Are you just going to lay there all weekend?" Tay asked.

"That's the plan," I muttered and rolled onto my stomach. I buried my head into the pillow and sighed. I just wanted Vic back.

"No, that's it. I've had enough. The best way for you to get over this little mood you're in is to get out and do something," she said in a peppy voice. I knew she meant well but I still groaned and rejected her.

"I just want to sleep," I said.

"Uh, no. Not an option," she said. The next second she latched onto my ankles and pulled me out of the bed. I landed on the ground with a thud and a groan. I rolled onto my back and looked up at her.

"Was that necessary?" I asked. She crossed her arms and gave me the 'mom' look.

"Yes, it was. You haven't showered in days. You're in the same clothes you were wearing on Thursday night. You're digging yourself into a hole of self-pity and I'm not gonna sit around and deal with it. Now get up, we're going to Alex's," she said in a demanding tone.

"Alex's? Why? I don't want to socialize," I said.

"Because, he told me he's busy like all day tomorrow and I've been too busy with you today to go and see him. I want to at least see him once this weekend and I'm a teenage girl who's not gonna walk the streets alone at night," she explained. I groaned and rolled around on the floor. I guess it's a bit unfair that I've been keeping her here all weekend, and I sure as hell didn't want to go home because my parents would guess something was up with me if they see me moping around, so I agreed.

"Ugh...fine. If I must," I said.

"Yes, you must, now come on," she urged me. I sighed and got off the ground, but my phone fell out of my pocket. Other than texting my parents my whereabouts on Thursday and Friday afternoon, I hadn't even looked at my phone. I picked it up and saw a couple of missed calls and texts from Vic.

"What is it?" Tay asked.

"Just...nothing, just some texts from my parents and people from school," I lied in a quiet voice. I wasn't the type of person to ignore texts. I was simply too curious, so I opened my messages. The first was from Friday night, or last night.

'I know I hurt you, but that was never my intention. I really do like and care about you... I just hope you understand my decision to end things. You weren't at school today. I really hope you're doing okay...'