Sometimes You Don't Want to Be Okay - Kellic

I Feel Like Dancin'

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Vic's POV

I got drunk.

It's self explanatory. I got home, I grabbed some alcohol, I drank.

I remember turning on some music, and just dancing.

"Falling through the hourglass, and I don't think I'll ever make it back."

Eventually, I threw up. I don't remember how much I drank. But enough to make me throw up, I guess.

"Why? Why did you get drunk?" Mike asked me.

I shrugged. "Why not?"

He sighed, leaning back and rubbing his face. Apparently I had texted him drunkenly, "Me and the boys tonight," below a picture of me drinking whatever beer I'd discovered at that point. I hadn't even known the amount of alcohol I'd stored over time until then. Most of it was planned parties I never executed.

I was still a bit drunk. Still out of it. Still ready to grab another bottle to forget.

"Were you thinking about them again?" Mike asked me, as if reading my mind. Then I thought—what if he could read my mind? Shit..

"Mm.. Maybe I was. So you should hand me another drink," I said.

"Nope. You're going to bed; I'm spending the night," Mike declared, standing up and walking towards me.

"Noo. Don't you have something with Tony tonight?" I pouted.

He sighed. "He knows what happened; he understands."

Fuck. "I don't want to ruin the night. You guys deserve to relax together."

"Vic, I'm not leaving you alone like this."

But him staying would only make it worse. "I can't ruin your night with him—please."

He hesitated. "O-Okay. But I'm getting rid of all alcohol and you're going to bed right away."

"Okay Dad."

Mike sighed; he seemed to love doing that recently. He didn't respond, though, and instead helped me up and to my bed.

"Goodnight, Vic," Mike said before he left.

I meant to shout something stupid and snarky back, but it came out as a "grrra" instead. I fell asleep quickly after that. And morning would be hell.

~_~_~_~

"I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead!"

It was the third time that morning my ringtone played. Christ, why did I pick something so loud?

"What?!" I hissed when I finally answered whoever was calling me.

"Where the fuck are you? You weren't here this morning, and you're not in class!" Jaime.

"I'm hungover, okay? So be quiet!" I groaned, rubbing my forehead. "Tell them I'm sick and I forgot to call in."

"Vic—" I hung up before he could finish. I never got drunk unless something was up.

I set my phone down and sighed long and loudly. "Whyyy am I an idiot?" I sung to myself.

There was no use complaining. It wouldn't get rid of the headache. Instead I got up and paced around my small apartment. I don't know how long I did it, but eventually my time thinking was stopped by another person calling me. This time, I didn't recognize the number.

"If you're a spam caller, burn in hell, if you're just a random person who got the wrong number, sorry," I said.

The person on the other end laughed. "Judging by your voice, I'm gonna assume I got the right number; Vic?"

Fuck. Who's voice was this? Kellin? Oh my god.

"Kellin? How'd you get my number?"

"I know people."

"Cool. Look, right now I'm kinda.. out of it, can we talk later?" I asked, squeezing my eyes shut and rubbing my forehead.

"Sure! Can I call you tonight?"

"Yeah, yeah that's fine." I honestly didn't remember what I was agreeing to; I just wanted to get rid of him.

"Cool! Call you tonight." I hung up and collapsed on my bed.

Tonight.

~_~_~_~

I slept through the afternoon until I had most likely Kellin calling me again.

"Hello?"

"Hey Vic!" God, he was so cheery. Just leave me alone.

"Hey.."

"You okay?"

"Yep." I couldn't help but put the sarcasm in my voice. No, no I wasn't. I got drunk the night before because repressed memories didn't want to stay locked away. Because I don't know why I'm still here.

"Whats wrong?" He wasn't cheerful anymore. His voice held concern. Concern I couldn't help but label as fake and obnoxious.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

"Meet me at the café by the campus in thirty," he said.

"Why?"

"Because I want to talk to you."

"Oh, cool, I'm not exactly in the mood right now, Kellin. I hardly fucking know you." But he wouldn't take it.

"Okay, see you in thirty!" He hung up and I was left alone.

Guess I have some new plans.

Kellin's POV

I wanted a fuck. A simple guy I ran into who was cute, shy, and who I thought would be down for that. Who I thought would be another one night stand.

I didn't even fuck him. But I want to talk to him. I want to know whats wrong, what Jaime meant, and to actually know him.

Fuck, I'm getting cheesy. I'm Kellin Quinn. I don't commit. I'm the Taurus version of a Sagittarius.

But hey, who said I was committing to anything? Maybe I'd befriend him, and we could be friends with benefits.

I don't know. I just didn't want to settle for flirting until we fucked. I wanted to find out what was wrong. I wanted to know him. I was drawn to him; like a cheesy romance movie. Or a fan fic. A fan fiction about me, god the hellscape that could turn out to be.

Thirty minutes. I was meeting Vic.

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