The Cheap Bouquet

Vic's POV (the next day)

I woke up, my face buried in Jaime's chest. I tried pulling away, but Jaime had his arm tightly around me. I tried getting up, but Jaime had a tight grip.

"God damn it Jaime, I need to pee." I muttered. I kept trying to slip out of his grasp, and was finally able too. Jaime rolled over on his side, snoring away. I stared at Jaime for a minute or so, he was so cute when he was sleeping. I yawned and pulled on my shirt and pants. I used the bathroom, and when I came back I saw Jaime was still sleeping.

I sat down next to him, deciding on what to do. I got up and looked in his mirror. I smiled when i saw he had taped a picture of him and I in the corner. My eyes moved away from the picture, and into the terrible reflection that was looking at me in the reflection. My hair was a mess, I was as pale as a ghost, I was skinny, but no where near as skinny as I wanted to be, I just looked ugly. I sighed, I just wanted to be good-looking.

I looked at Jaime, who was beautiful even when he was sleeping. I could get lost in his inviting brown eyes, his smile was bright and perfect, who was I kidding, everything was perfect about Jaime. I looked back in the mirror, and once again cringed at my reflection? Why was he dating someone like me?

Jaime's phone vibrated, letting me escape my thoughts. I couldn't help but take his phone off of his charger and unlock it. I saw it was a new message from Kellin.

"Jaime, I need to talk to Vic." I called him, and he answered almost immediately.

"Vic?"

"Kellin?" I said. "Yeah, it's me, Vic. Whats up?"

"I-I'm moving. My mom's moving back to Michigan. I tried getting a hold of you, but you didn't answer. Can we hangout today, since it's my last day?"

I looked over at Jaime, who was still sleeping. I didn't think he'd care. "Sure thing, Kel. I'll come pick you up, and we'll hang out all day; just you and me." I looked at the clock, and saw it was 9:41 a.m. "I'll be there at 10:30."

"Sounds great." He said. "See ya soon." He hung up, and I put Jaime's phone back on the charger. I decided to take a shower and get ready for mine and Kellin's day out.

Jaime's POV

I woke up in an empty bed. I could hear the shower going, so I figured that's where he was. I stretched, and then grabbed my phone, checking for new messages. I saw a text from Kellin, but I didn't bother reading it. I pulled on my pants and shirt, and went into the kitchen to get something to eat.

I decided to have cereal. I grabbed the Lucky Charm's box and a bowl, and poured the cereal into the bowl. I left the box on the counter and poured some milk into my bowl. I grabbed a spoon and took the bowl to the kitchen table and began to eat. When I was almost done, I heard the bathroom door open, and then close. I ignored them, and continued eating. I finished, and left my bowl in the sink.

I went into my room, and saw a fully-clothed Vic. He looked hot in his black skinny jeans, and tight gray v-neck. He was combing his hair, and hadn't even noticed I was in the room.

I sneaked up behind him and snaked my arms around his hips. I nuzzled my nose into his neck. "Someone looks beautiful today." I breathed against his skin.

Vic smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I wish I was beautiful." He muttered. "But thanks."

"Babe, your absolutely perfect." I said, my arms still around Vic's tiny waist, my nose still in the crook of Vic's neck.

He smiled his full smile, his perfect teeth showing. I couldn't help but smile too. He pulled away from me, and I fake pouted.

"You left me!"

He smiled and kissed my fake pout. "I'll be back." He left my room, and I flopped down on my bed. I closed my eyes, wanting to sleep. When sleep didn't hit me, I sighed and grabbed the TV remote and turned on the TV.

Vic came back 10 minutes later, his hair dry. He looked at the clock, and I looked too. It was 9:55. He started pulling on his socks.

"I want you to eat." I said, my voice demanding.

"Why?" Vic asked, giving me a disgusted look.

"Just eat something small, please, for me." I plead.

Vic sighed. "Fine."

I smiled. "Thank you." I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I took his hand and led him to the kitchen. "Is there anything you want?"

"Well, I have a craving for nutella." He said, smiling.

"Do you want that on toast?" I asked. He nodded, and he sat down at the table. I pulled out a piece of bread and slipped it into the toaster. I went into the pantry and got out the nutella. I glanced at Vic, he was getting so skinny, I could tell he wasn't eating. He was barely taking care of himself at all. I was glad he was living with me now.

The toaster popped, causing me to jump because it had scared me. Vic laughed. I smiled and pulled out the piece of toast. I spread the nutella on it, and set it down in front of Vic. I sat down next to him, wanting to make sure he ate. He stared at it disgusted for a while, but finally started nibbling at it.

"I'm only eating because you want me too." He muttered. He kept nibbling at it, until half of the slice was gone. He pushed it away. "I'm full, I can't eat another bite!" I ate the other half of the slice, glad that Vic had eaten that much.

"I'm going to hangout with Kellin today." Vic said, getting up. "He's moving, so I told him we'd spend the day together."

I felt an urge of jealousy rush through me, but I ignored it. At least Kellin was moving. "That's cool. Have fun, babe." He kissed me, and then pulled on his shoes and left, leaving me home alone. My mom was at work, and Maria was at a friend's house. I went into my room and flopped back down on my bed. I turned the TV on, and turned the TV on, but paid no attention to it.

I hated being alone. Deep down, I was scared Vic would cheat on me, but I knew he wouldn't. I had all of these stupid anxieties that were slowly eating me alive. The anxieties combined with my depression wasn't helping much. I sighed, I was really upset lately, but I had to push my problems away. Vic came first in my life, he came before everything. If he was happy, I was happy, or that was what I kept telling myself.

I heard a knock on the front door. I groaned, not wanting to get up. I did anyways, and walked into the living room, opening the front door. I was shocked to see Mike standing on my porch.

"Where's Vic?" He asked, his eyes full of hatred.

"I don't know." I lied.

"Yes you fucking do." Mike spit. "Tell me where the little fucking bastard is."

"I'm not telling you shit!" I practically shouted. "Your just going to hurt him, do you know how horrible Vic is feeling right now? I can't find a patch of skin on his wrists that isn't scarred. He's stopped eating, so he's as skinny as a twig. His dad abuses him, his mother's gone, and his fucking brother is treating him like shit." I took a step closer to Mike, so our faces weren't even an inch apart. "I know your upset about your parent's divorcing, but it's not Vic's fault. You need to stop taking your feelings out on Vic. He's attached to you, he needs you. But your just to big of an asshole to do anything."

Mike just glared at me. "Your no help, I'll find him myself." He turned around and left. I slammed the door and went back into my room. I couldn't help but pace back and forth, I was so angry, I just wanted to destroy something.

'Smoke.'

"No!" I shouted. "I promised Vic I'd stop, so I'm going to stop." I couldn't stop thinking about weed though. I groaned, I needed to get out of here. I left and got into my car. I started it up, and started driving. The roads were icy, but that didn't stop me from speeding. Little did I know, I would regret not taking my time to drive.

I was speeding to a traffic light. It was yellow, and I didn't want to wait for it. It turned red however, and before I could press my brakes, I went sliding on a big patch of ice.

"Shit!" I shouted. I started sliding, my car going in circles. I ended up hitting this other car hard, and my car flipped over. I was in so much pain, I couldn't take it. I felt like I had broken all of my bones. I tried to move, but cried out in pain. I felt blood trickle down the side of my head. Soon, a lot started trickling out, until it was practically pouring out. I passed out from all of the pain and lack of blood.