« Zack »
I was over it.
Kellin was supposed to be Vic’s boyfriend. He seemed to terrify Vic more than comfort him now. Ever since his little ‘freak out’ a few days ago, Vic has steered clear of Kellin altogether; no physical contact whatsoever, nor were they ever in the same room together. I was going to put an end to this once and for all.
Angrily, I entered the living room where Kellin was watching TV. Tay and Arianna were both in the basement, probably talking about flowers or boys or something, I don’t know. Kellin’s head perked up, probably thinking I was Vic, but instead, he got my fist to his jaw.
He recoiled and held his jaw in his hand, slowly moving it around. When he turned to look at me, pure hatred filled his eyes. My blood ran cold. I picked the wrong fight. In seconds, I was pinned on the ground with Kellin on top of me, him breathing hard in rage.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Kellin screamed in my face, a bit of spit landing on my nose. I flinched and attempted to throw him off of me, but it was no use. This kid may look a bit weak, but damn, he had some muscle. “Who the fuck do you think you are, punching me for no good damn reason? I’ll tell you right now; that is the last thing you’ll ever do! Take a good look at my face; it’ll be the last thing you ever see!”
And he was right. Although I wasn’t scared, I closed my eyes right as his hands found my neck. My breathing became uneven as he tightened his grip. I heard someone yelling before everything went dark.
I kinda hoped I wasn’t dead.
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« Vic »
I tackled Kellin, viciously knocking him off of Zack. Zack had slightly red hand prints on his neck, and his chest was barely moving, but at least it was moving. He was still alive. I saved him. I managed to pin a very angry, kicky-and-punchy Kellin to the ground, sitting on top of his stomach.
“Stop it!” I screamed at him, my eyes welling up with tears. He blinked a few times as he shifted his gaze to me. “Stop it right now! Please! I-I-I’m scared, Kellin, stop it!” I broke down, letting go of Kellin’s wrists. I rolled over to the side and curled into a sobbing ball, not even trying to hold it in.
I was beginning to question myself. I had been having these weird hallucinations and nightmares almost every time I closed or opened my eyes. What I said to Mike about wanting to stay here was being tested. Did I actually want to stay anymore?
Kellin got his breathing under control as he watched me cry next to him. He looked at Zack’s almost motionless body before looking back to me. I didn’t even flinch away when Kellin reached out to grab me. He pulled me into his chest and held me, his arms crossed over my torso, his chin on top of my head.
Tay and Arianna entered the room and froze at what they saw. Their eyes went from us, to Zack, to us, to Zack, then to each other, then back to us. Kellin must’ve mouthed something to them, because they just turned around and went back into the kitchen, starting to talk about something again.
“I’m sorry, Vic,” Kellin murmured in my ear, giving my body a squeeze. “He punched me for no reason, and I let my anger get the best of me.” I turned to look at him when I heard his voice kind of falter. On his jaw was a dark purple bruise, and it was slowly turning blue, too. I think it was affecting his speech a little.
“You apologize a lot,” I whispered, hastily wiping my cheeks to rid the wetness. “You shouldn’t have to apologize a lot. Don’t have a reason to apologize a lot anymore.” He just placed a soft kiss on my temple before releasing me to aid Zack. I hugged my knees into my chest and watched him hoist Zack’s body over his shoulder, carrying him upstairs to his room.
When he came back downstairs, he was just in time to save me from going crazy. Everything had begun to turn red as the sun went down. When I blinked, it got redder than before. Just as Kellin stepped onto the ground floor, the red vanished, and everything was normal, despite the stars that clouded my vision.
“You okay, Vic?” Kellin asked quietly, sitting down on the couch. I crawled up quickly to sit by him, curling into his side. He didn’t question it; he just put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed. I glanced around the room nervously and tugged at my hair. Kellin took my hand and made me release my hair before lacing our fingers together so I couldn’t do it anymore.
“Y-Yeah, I’m okay,” I muttered, reaching up with my other hand to pull my hair. He caught it with his other hand and laced our fingers together. Now I couldn’t pull my hair, and it was driving me nuts. “C-Could you please let go?”
“No. Pulling your hair isn’t good,” He slightly frowned, concerned for my well-being. My heart leapt. He cared about me. “I don’t want a bald boyfriend unless he has a disease that makes him bald or he shaved his head because he has a friend who has a disease that makes them bald.” Kellin stated matter-of-factly in one breath. I smiled and placed butterfly kisses on his neck, making him shiver. He tried to play it off, but I felt it.
“No matter how many times you fuck up,” I mumbled again his skin, tightening my grip on his hands, “I will always love you… in some fucked up way. I could say ‘I hate you,’ but it’d mean nothing, because I’d still love you, no matter what you did – unless you killed Mike or my parents. Then I’d really hate you. Don’t do that.”
Kellin let out a silent chuckle. I could feel his body shaking from his laughter. “Don’t worry about that, Vic. I’d never kill them, even if it meant keeping you here with me. I’d rather go to jail or die rather than kill you or them. I swear.”
He nudged my head so that I looked up into his eyes. We stared at each other for a few minutes in silence, just watching each other’s eyes sparkle. Kellin leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine, making our lips inches away, and the tips of our noses gently touching.
“I’m sorry for being so fucked up,” Kell apologized sheepishly, his cheeks tinting a shade of light pink, “but I’m not sorry for kidnapping you. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have ever gotten to do this.”
He leaned closer and made our lips touch. The imaginary fireworks went off in my head as we kissed. It was like a cliché heterosexual romance novel or film, only this was anything but cliché or heterosexual.
Did I mind?
Hell to the fucking no.
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Sorry it’s short, and no, Zack is not dead for those confused.
I’d like to ask you to go check out my newest Vic fan fic titled ‘Forbidden Kisses’. It’s gang-related and set in high school like this one. Please give it a try. Kellin, Justin, Jack, Gabe are in it, too. I might add other band gangs, who knows? (Probably ATL.) Love you guys! Keep voting, commenting, etc!
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