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chapter 25

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High recommended song for this chapter: Hospital For Souls, bmth

[] Jaime's Pov []
I sat motionless on my bed, City and Color drifting through the small space, but sounded more like radio silence to my ears. Since Bobby left, I've been stuck in the deep, dark abyss of my mind, trying to fathom what was even happening anymore.

I was so scared what Vic would tell Kellin. I didn't want either of them thinking I was some obsessed, selfish freak, because that's sure how Bobby made me out to be. Knowing Vic, this was really going to affect him. That's why I didn't want to tell him that I love Kellin! I know that Vic can't give up on me easily, but what if that all changed if he thought I was trying to steal Kellin away? I wanted to just give it time and let my feelings fade so we could all get on with our lives and no one would get hurt. But now look what happened.

I hadn't seen Bobby since what happened this morning, not that I even expected him to come back only hours after our argument. Like I said, Bobby would do anything for the people he cared about, and that's why he's been so supportive of me through my hard times, so watching him walk out today made me feel strange. He had to come back, didn't he? Without him, I'd have no one. Sure, there's the boys, but I'm sure they all hate me by now. The sad part was that I didn't blame them.

Fucking pathetic. A grown-ass man who couldn't keep his god-forsaken life together. Everything was in pieces.

🌸 Kellin's Pov 🌸

"He what?!"

Vic winced. "Yeah. . ."

"What do you mean Jaime loves me? I'm clearly in a serious relationship with you," I sigh.

Vic blushed, saying, "I know, it's odd, but I guess he can't help it. . . I don't know, Kellin. I'm still confused. Bobby hates me because I'm dating you and Jaime's absolutely miserable. On one hand, I feel bad for Jaime, but on the other. . . I love you and I'm not giving that up to make someone else happy. . . Ugh! I sound like such a dick!" he cried, burying his face in his hands.

I'd gotten off work ten minutes ago, where I'd come home to a distressed Vic that sat me down on the couch so we could have a conversation. He told me everything that went down with Bobby.

"Babe, none of this is your fault. You're not a dick for feeling this way. Jaime just needs to respect our relationship, as simple a that. He's your best friend, he'll understand." I pried Vic's hands away from his face, gazing deeply into his irises to let him know I was there and I'd help him through everything. He looked back at me desperately, searching my eyes, before sighing softly and looking down.

I did the same, then easily picked him up and placed him on my lap as if he were a house cat. His gaze was still cast downwards somewhat glumly. I cupped his cheeks, running my thumbs gently against the smooth skin. I hate seeing him sad. Whenever he was, he'd have this adorable, yet heart-breaking, pout on his pink lips, and this kicked puppy look. "How about I take you somewhere tonight? A nice night, just for you and I to take your mind off things. How's it sound, huh?"

His large, sorrowful eyes flickered up to mine. He shrugged, and I swear my heart cracked a little. You have no idea how much I despised seeing him like that. It was a rare occasion he got into moods like this, and I trued to make him as happy as possible at all times. The tip of my nose rubbed softly against Vic's when I gave him an eskimo kiss. "Come on, beautiful. I know an awesome place you'll love. You can wear that new baby-blue jumper I bought you," I say with a smile on my face, "and those ripped jeans that make your butt look adorable."

Vic tried to hold back his smile by biting his lip, but failed horribly. His cheeks were also flushed a bright pink. "Ooh, Vic. Look who's blushing," I tease, smile never leaving my lips. He stared back at me bashfully, moving closer to me on my lap so we were pressed together.