No Such Thing As Too Young ( Vic Fuentes Fan Fiction )

Make Me A Promise Here Tonight, Love Like A Tidal Wave...

Make me a promise here tonight, love like a tidal wave
Dreamless in early graves, I never want it to be this way

~~Vic's POV~~

"Vic! Open the door!"

I groaned.

Mike started to bang on the door. "Vic!"

"Mike! Stop banging on the door!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.

I groaned again. "Would you all just shutup!" I tried yelling loud enough for them to hear.

"Vic you got 10 seconds to open this door or I'm knocking it down." Mike informed me.

Mike started counting down the seconds and I groaned again while getting off the bed.

I opened the door just as he got done counting.

"What do you want!?" I hissed at him.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Hangover?"

"What.Do.You.Want?" I enunciated each word.

"Get dressed. Or not. Either way we're going to see Mia."

"I'm not going." I moved away from the door and towards my bed.

"The fuck you aren't. I don't give a shit what you say. You're going." He finalized.

"You can't make me." I mumbled angrily while crashing down on my bed.

"Oh yeah?" He retorted.

I didn't even bother replying to him.

I heard footsteps as he walked out of my room and down the stairs. I heard a conversation going on down there but I just felt like sleeping off my hangover.

The conversation got louder and louder before I noticed it was just getting closer and closer towards my room.

"Victor Vincent Fuentes." My mom called sternly from my bedroom door with her hands at her hips. Besides her was Mike with a smug look on his face and behind them stood my neice looking around my mom to see what was going on.

I looked at Mike accusingly, "You told mom on me?"

"Don't make this about your brother this is about you. And that poor sweet girl sitting all alone in the hospital. How could you be so selfish and not want to visit her when she would be sitting by your hospital bed every moment she could?" My mom went on to lecture me making my head hurt.

It felt like my brain was banging against my skull trying to get free.

"Victor!? Are you even listening!? Are you-Are you hungover!?" My mom asked incrediously. She gasped as I held my head in my hands. "That's it I'm calling your father."

She marched out of my room and came back no later than a minute with my dad in tow.

"Vic! What's going on!?" He boomed with a slight accent. I groaned from his loud voice. Is he purposelly being loud or is this hangover getting worse.

"Would you all just get out and leave me alone!?" I yelled at them.

My mom opened her mouth and started arguing and naging at me. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head clenching my eyes shut..

A moment later the bed sunk beside me. I opened my eyes to see an empty room besides my dad sitting next to me on the bed.

"Vic. Quires explicar a mi lo que esta pasando? Do you want to explain to me what is going on?" My dad translated.