Damaged Goods

***Mike's P.O.V.***

I woke up to my phone ringing way too loudly for my liking. I let out a huge groan and rolled over, extended my arm out to grab my phone and swiped the "answer call" icon on my phone without opening my eyes.

"Who the fuck is calling my phone this early?" I answered.

"Um, sorry." I heard Tony's soft voice say.

After finding out who it was, I instantly felt bad for the rude way I answered the phone.

"No, no I didn't know it was you. My bad. What's up?" I said, trying to cover for myself.

"Nothing, um..." He trailed off.

He seemed nervous or something, like he wanted to say something but he didn't know how.

"Is everything okay?" I wondered.

"Yeah." He replied. He then took a long pause and chucked a bit. " I obviously had no real reason to call you... I was just wondering if maybe I could come over to the hotel and see you this morning. And then maybe when everyone else wakes up we can all go to breakfast together. I mean if you want to."

"Yeah, sounds great. When will you be over?"

"In like 30 minutes."

"Okay cool. I'll text you the address and my room number." I replied.

"Great, see ya."

I hung up the phone and I couldn't help but smile. The fact that he wanted to see me made me feel funny inside. I had no idea why, but the thought of him being so shy and nervous when he called made me feel a little giddy. I didn’t know what was coming over me, but that shit needed to stop.

I got out of bed so I could get my face together before he got here. If it were any of my other friends I wouldn't give a crap if they saw me looking like shit, but I felt like he was more important than them.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I went to my small bag I packed and pulled out some joggers and a band tee. I know it wasn't the most appealing outfit, but I didn't want it to be obvious that I put effort into my looks. My phone buzzed from over on the nightstand, I went over and picked it up. It was Dylan texting me.

He'd been texting me continuously texting me since the night Vic dumped him, Vic changed his phone number so Dylan wouldn't be able to contact him anymore, so I guess that's why he was harassing me. I had no idea how he got my number or why he thought I'd ever help him get back together with my brother. He was absolutely delusional. I wasn’t going to tell Vic that’d he’d been trying to get in contact with him due to the fact that I didn’t want Vic having any contact with him or falling back into his arms again when him and Kellin were going through one of their little arguments.

I didn’t like Kellin either. He was an asshole for breaking my brothers heart time after time. And I was pissed at my brother for taking him back every time. He says he loves Kellin, and Kellin loves him, but I think to Kellin, Vic is just a part of some big game. Why else would he keep torturing my brother like this? He’s lucky I didn’t want to make Vic upset, because I could give im a good beating at the moment. It would just take him one time to piss me off or come at me the wrong way and I was going to go off on his ass.

I got another text from Dylan reading: “Mike, can you just convince Vic to call me? Please. You know the way I feel about him.”

Ew, gross. He sounds so desperate and needy. I continued to go back and forth with Dylan for quite some time, telling him how I would never in a million years set him back up with my brother and before I knew it, there was a knock at my door.

“Shit.” I said, looking over at the clock.

I got up and rushed to the mirror, my hair was a fucking rats nest. I ran my hands through it a few times and sighed, walking over to the door.

“Hey.” I said, flashing Tony a smile.

“Hey.” He said, giving me a nervous smile.

“You can come in.” I said, opening the door wider.

As he walked in, I caught my eyes drifting lower and lower until I reached his ass. Once I realized what I was doing, I snapped my eyes back up.

“What the fuck?” I said under my breath. “I’m straight. I’m straight. I’m straight.” I repeated to myself.

“So you have this place all to yourself?” Tony asked me.

“Yeah.” I replied, smiling when I saw the impressed look on his face.

“You must have lots of cash then huh?” He joked, chucking the slightest bit.

"Yeah, totally. I'm ballin'." I said sarcastically.

We both began to laugh and I felt a strange twist of excitement in my stomach.

"Um. Um my hair looks gross so I'm gonna go fix it okay..” I mumbled, before walking over to the bathroom.

“It looks fine to me.” Tony smiled as he trailed behind me.

I playfully rolled my eyes as that blatant lie while he leaned against the door frame and watched as I plugged in my straightener and began to brush the tangles from my hair.

“I love having long hair, but the only thing I don’t like, is how horrible my bedhead looks.” I laughed.

“I think it looks cute.” I heard him murmur.

“What?” I asked.

“What?” he said, looking at me with wide eyes.

“Did you say something?” I asked.

I already knew what he said, but I wanted to see if he’d repeat it.

“Nope, I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh okay.”

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*** Vic’s P.O.V.***

Mike sent me a text saying that everyone was leaving for breakfast in 15 minutes. I was still exhausted from staying up late with Kellin, but I guess we could both use some breakfast. I looked over at my sleeping lover and couldn’t help but to admire him, he looked so peaceful. Half of his body on slug over me and the other half was on the bed and soft snores were leaving his lips. Even after everything he’s done, I still felt as strong as I felt about him when I met him in the asylum. He may be a handful, but he was still my favorite person on this fucking planet and I loved him so much. We weren’t together again yet, but I knew this time we’d get it right, we had to.

I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the top of his head.

“Kells.” I whispered.

I earned a groan in response.

“Kells, baby wake up.”

He groaned again before opening his right eye and squinting up at me.

“Vicky.” he said softly, before yawning, closing his eyes again and wrapping his arms tighter around me.

How. Fucking. Cute.

“C’mon babe, you gotta wake up. We’re gonna go get some breakfast in like 15 minutes.”

He sighed and slowly lifted himself off of me and sat up facing me. He yawned again before stretching his arms out in different directions. His bedhead was perfect and he was wearing nothing but boxers, I loved the way his pale skin looked against the light shining through the curtains. He looked around and observed his surroundings, not saying anything. I loved how out of it he was when he woke up, I thought I was cute.

He looked over to me and made his way over, straddling my waist and facing me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in for a hug. I happily wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him back.

“Good morning.” He said quietly.

“Morning.” I mumbled back.

At this point, I could honestly say that I was genuinely happy. I think I was getting my Kells back.