Thought She Meant The World To Me

Chapter XIV

Where the hell am I? I ask myself as I wake up. I then recognize the light blue, poster covered walls as Vic's room.

"Ow." I groan as my temples throb. I hear some shuffling around to my left and my heart rate picks up speed. Is there an animal in here? Is there some creepy hobo I slept with? I peak slowly over the edge and hold my breath. I let it out completely after recognizing the pile of brown fluff on the ground.

"Ow ow ow." I whisper, clenching my head and squeezing to numb the pain.

"Kellin?" An adorably raspy voice asks.

"Sorry." I whisper, laying back down but getting overwhelmed with a nauseous feeling; I gag but choke it down.

"No." He chokes, clearing his throat. "It's okay. I probably would've waken up soon anyway." He says, just as raspy.

"Holy fuck. I think I'm gonna puke out a kidney." I complain.

"Well get out of my bed before you do." He says, getting up, fully clothed.

"Oh shit, yeah sorry." I say, getting up. I gag again but breathe my way through it.

"No no it's okay." He says kindly.

"No seriously. I'm really sorry, it's your bed and I really- Oh god."

"What!? Kellin are you okay?"

"I think I might vomit."

"There's a trash can right behind you." He says quickly. I spin around but that makes it worse. I instantly drop to the ground and pull it to my face just in time to puke over everything.

"Oh... uh..." He says tapping my back awkwardly.

"It's okay." I say even more awkwardly. "I'm done."

"Oh. Uh okay." Vic says just sitting behind me.

"I drank tequila last night didn't I?" I say knowingly. I feel like shit and probably look even worse so I just stay facing the wall/garbage while fiddling with my fingers.

"Heh, yeah. Like a whole bottle of it." He says, laughing slightly.

"No wonder. It's the only thing I get hungover after."

"Well m-maybe you should lie down." He says awkwardly.

"It's okay thanks. You can uh, go back to sleep." I say awkwardly, god I don't know why but this situation's making me uncomfortable. Mostly I'm just embarrassed. "I'm just gonna head downstairs."

"No, I think it's better if you stay put." He says, making a small smile appear on my face. I wipe my mouth a few times making sure I'm acceptable and then finally turn to face Vic; he's a lot closer than I thought he was.

"So what kind of embarrassing shit did I do?" I ask, mentally preparing myself for whatever might come my way.

"Doesn't matter." He shrugs. Wow, that's really cool of him. But I really wanna fucking know.

"No, come on tell me." I pester.

He rolls his eyes but decides to tell me anyway. "First off, you're a big piece of work. Like huge piece of work. You basically decided to not walk, or move. You just kind of clung to me like a leech." He says, laughing slightly and making a mocking hand gesture on his arm.

I scrunch up my nose and feel a little worried inside. "I didn't try to make out with you... did I?" I ask, scanning his face and trying to read his expression. "Cause I tend to do that... like a lot." I admit, although the look on his face is completely unexpressive.

"Uh..." He stutters, scratching the back of his head.

"Damn." I mutter, smashing my palm onto my face. "Sorry."