Wasteland For The Teenaged (Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)

18) Bulletproof Love

*whispers* You guys can kill me if you want after this chapter ;)

Also pay close attention to this chapter! You'll be needing the references for a future chapter! 


Chapter 18 - Bulletproof Love

VIC'S POV

   When I woke up, I couldn't stop staring at Iris. We were back at my house, in my bed. After kissing Iris, for what seemed like an hour. I called Mike to pick us up since I was too drunk to drive home and same for Iris.

   Iris was sleeping to the left of me, her hair laid perfectly on the pillow as the morning sun shine laid down on her, making her look like an angel. Almost like the first time I've seen love and last that I'll ever need.

    She was completely perfect to the way her hair fell into place to her amazing personality and how completely strong she was.

   I tried to wrap my head around to what actually happened last night but I had a killer headache. I coudln't believe I let Iris kiss me, or did I kiss her first? Either way, we both kissed back.

     And boy did it feel good. But all good things have come to an end.

     I shouldn't have kissed Iris even if I'm that much in love with her. I love her so much to the point I told myself I couldn't date her, and I couldn't because she was so fragile.

     I wish I wouldn't say that her mental disorders were holding me back but they were

It was the truth.

She was broken and just needed a friend like me and nothing more. She was vulnerable and I didn't want to ask her out and having her instantly saying yes, but she would be only saying yes because she was vulnerable.

  But now, I just didn'y know. That kiss, was more than just a kiss. I've been always dreaming of kissing her, but not when she was drunk. I felt like I took complete advantage of her and at the moment I hated myself for it. 

   I groaned once I got up from my bed, I really needed some Advil. I walked out of my room not really caring that I was in gym shorts and a loose tank top. I walked past the living room until a voice stopped me.

    "Are you going to say anything?"

   I turned around and saw Mike sitting on the couch, smirking.

  "Thank you for picking Iris and I up?" I squinted at him, I knew something was up. 

"I don't know if that's going to do, maybe I should tell mother and father." He said as he chug down his coke.

"You. Wouldn't. Dare." I gritted my teeth. 

   "Oh but I would." He smirked.

  I walked forward at him with my hands balled into a fist, if my mom and dad found out I was drunk I'd be dead. Literally. "Listen here, MIKE." I spat as I grabbed a fist full of his shirt he had one. "Tell our parents, you're dead. Got me?" I growled.

"Okay! Okay, I got it! Please don't hurt me!" He squealed. I laughed and let go off his shirt.

 "Oh little brother." I mumbled.

   I walked away and into the kitchen, desperately trying to find Advil. I searched throughout the medicine cabinet that holds all the medicine. I finally found a bottle, in which was in the very back of the cabinet. I took out two pills and filled a glass with water and swallowed.

   "Where are Mom and Dad?" I asked Mike as I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.

  "Work." Mike simply said. I sighed and sat back in the couch. I needed to talk to someone about Iris and I, seems like Mike is my last resort.

 "Mike," I firmly said to get his attention.