Damaged Goods

***Tony's P.O.V.***

We’d just finished up at the restaurant and it didn’t really go well. Mike was really mean to Michael, and it kind of irritated me that he was trying to run Michael away. He wouldn’t even publicly claim me as his boyfriend, so how was Michael supposed to know I was taken? Michael was a really great guy and he was really sweet, so I got his number for a second time, just as a friend of course. I set my wallet and my keys down on the dresser next to Mike’s bed and flopped down with a groan. Mike did the same and flopped down on top of me. He ran his fingers through my hair and placed a light kiss on my neck.

“Oh, so now you’re being affectionate.” I said playfully, even though I was kinda serious.

“I’m always affectionate with you.” He said, propping his head up on my chest and looking me in the eyes.

“Not in public.” I sighed.

“Tone.” He sighed. “You know I’m not comfortable coming out. No one knows about me yet.”

I wanted to correct him and let him know that I thought Kellin caught on to us but I knew he would freak out. Kellin never told me upfront that he knew something was going on between Mike and I, but I knew he knew because of little things he would do, like sometimes I go to Mike’s room during the night, just to cuddle or because I wanna have sex or something, he’d always be in the living room sitting on the couch, either watching TV or listening to music. He always gives me these knowing looks like “I know you’re going up there to fuck.” He’d never asked me about it and I was kinda thankful, I wouldn’t know what to say. I was happy he didn’t tell Vic about it though, I knew he didn’t tell him because if he did, Vic wouldn’t be too happy with it and he would have put a stop to it already. I knew Vic liked me as a person and stuff, but I don't think he’d want me dating his brother because I have a lot of “problems.” He was seeing the same guy that was in the asylum, and the truth is that I’ve changed a lot and I’d never do anything to hurt Mike.

“We aren’t exclusive then, so you can’t get all jealous when someone flirts with me.” I explained.

“Yes I can.” He defended.

“Why do you think you can do that?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend.” He said, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “It makes me uncomfortable when someone is flirting with you, especially right in front of my face.”

“You only claim me when we’re alone.” I said quietly.

He sighed and ran his fingers through my hair again.

"You know how I feel about you.” He mumbled. “At the end of the day who really gives a shit about anyone else?”

He was right, even though he tries to act like a hard ass that doesn't care about anything, I could see through it. He really cared about me. I knew that, but sometimes it would feel nice to be able to be able to take his hand in public and just be like “yeah, this is my boyfriend.”

“Okay Michael.” I said, closing my eyes and sighing.

“Stop being a lil bitch.” He said, playfully slapping my arm.

“Shut up.” I chuckled.

“Gimme a kiss.” Mike mumbled, hovering over my face before placing a sloppy kiss on my lips.

“You’re fucking irritating.” I joked.

“So are you.” He chuckled.

***Vic’s P.O.V.***

Kellin was sitting there, his bottom lip trembling, hands shaking and tears were beginning to leak from his eyes.

“What the fuck? Kellin I am not about to break up with you.” I said, shocked that he thinks I’d do that to him. “I was just gonna say our best bet is to kiss your mom’s ass in order to convince her that you living with me is best.”

“Oh my God.” Kellin sighed loudly. “I almost had a heart attack.”

“Do you really think I would do that to us?” I asked quietly.

“I dunno, you just had that look on your face and I just assumed.”

“No, I’d never do that. The worst possible situation is Mike and I will move down here, I mean, our house probably won’t be as nice and stuff, but we can try to make it happen.” I explained.

His eyes filled with tears again and he quickly attacked me in a hug.

“I love you.” He cried.

“I love you too.”

-

I took Kellin out for a little date, seeing as he was really upset about the whole thing with his mom. We went to a cute little italian restaurant down the street. We were all cuddled up in the booth and I couldn’t help but worry about the situation we were in and what it would do to Kellin’s mental health. He agreed that’d he’d suck up to his mom for a little bit in order to soften her up before explaining why it would be better for him to stay with me. If he has to stay in that house, he’s going to go crazy, he might revert back to self harming and purging if he’s trapped there with her.

I watched as he devoured his huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs. I adored the way he slurped up his noodles. Most people would find it annoying, but I thought it was adorable.

"So what are we gonna do?" He asked, his huge eyes looking up at me.

"Okay, so first, when you get home you need to tell your mom that we'll go to church with her." I explained.

"Then what?" He said around a mouth full of spaghetti.

"Then we'll try to get on her good side and figure out why she wants you to come home so bad, like I think she mentioned school, you could go to the school by my house. There's a high school right down the street."

"Do you think that’s a good idea?" He asked skeptically.

"Yeah, you’ll use my address and we could get you enrolled there for the upcoming year.” I smiled.

“High School kinda scares me, but I’ll try, if it means I get to stay with you.”

After eating, Kellin insisted on paying the tab even though I was supposed to be the one taking him on a date. I really didn’t want him to, but I was always paying for things for him and I didn’t want him to feel like I never let him contribute financially. I suggested that we go to a bakery down the block that sold giant cupcakes. We sat outside on one of the many tables they had set out in front. I watched Kellin happily as he dug into his cupcake. He’s come a long way when it comes to eating. I was so proud.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” He said, licking his lips.

“You.” I smirked before leaning over and placing a kiss onto his little pink lips.

Kellin blushed as I pulled away and looked down.

“I fucking love you.” I blurted.

“I fucking love you too.” He giggled, he paused before looking up at me. “I want us to get married.”

“I do too, love.” I smiled.

“I’m serious.” He said, taking my hand in his.

“I am too.” I said, squeezing his hand lightly.

“Like I wanna do it today.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his urgency.

“Babe you’re not old enough.” I smiled.

He sighed and took another bite of his cupcake before pouting a bit.

“I want you to be officially mine forever.” He insisted.

“When you’re 18 I promise we’ll get married.” I said, brushing a piece of hair out of his face.

He smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.

“What do you think Dylan will do when we get married?” He asked.

“That was random.” I stated. “Why would you think about that?”

“I dunno. He can’t seem to let go of you. I know he’s still in love with you so he’s going to do everything he can to stop it from happening.”

“You have like a year and a half until you turn 18, I think he’ll be over me by then.” I explained.

“I don’t think so.” He said, shaking his head slightly. “He’s obsessed.”

“We spent a long time together, I can understand why he’s having a hard time letting our relationship go.” I explained. “And then when we broke up I went back and led him on by having sex with him and staying over at his house and stuff.”
“How many times have you had sex with him?” He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

“You’ve asked me this before.”

“Really? I dunno, I must have forgot.”

“We had sex a lot, Kells.” I sighed.

He looked back down at his cupcake and removed his hand from mine to bring the cupcake to his mouth so he could take a bite.

“Don’t be upset.” I said, sighing again.

“I-I’m not.” He said, his face red.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I don’t why I even asked that, I knew the answer. I’m just kinda obsessing over the fact that we haven’t gone all the way, but you went all the way with him.” He answered.

“I understand how it can make you feel. I feel like I’m ready now, I’m not scared, I’m just waiting for the right time, y’know?”

“I know,” he said, nodding his head, his cheeks heating up even more than before.

_

***Mike’s P.O.V.***

So since Vic and Kellin were away, Tony and I were a little lonely in the house. Alan called and asked if Tony and I wanted to hang out with him, Austin and some girls they were friends with. Of course we said yes, but then Tony had the bright idea to invite Michael.

"I can't believe you invited him." I huffed.

"He's my friend." He said, not paying much attention to me.

"Whatever Tone." I rolled my eyes.

I kinda felt like he was keeping Micheal on the back burner just in case something happened between us, like he was keeping him as a rebound.

"I don't understand why you get so jealous." He said harshly. "You know you're the only person I'm into. I tell you everyday how amazing and hot you are. Hell, we fuck like 5 times a day. If that doesn't tell you that you have nothing to worry about, then I don't know what will."

I just hopped onto the counter and let my legs dangle. I've never felt so close or invested in anyone like this, except my brother, so I didn't know how to act. I just kinda wanted to scream at him and let him know that I cared so much about him and I was scared of losing him, but I couldn't because I didn’t know how to show him how much I actually cared.

"Do you think I'd choose Michael over you?" He asked.

"I dunno dude." I mumbled. "Sometimes I piss you off and I'm scared that you'll get tired of it then you'll go to him."

"Mikey, pissing each other off is part of a relationship." He explained.

I sighed and looked away. Just as he was about to say something, the doorbell rang.

"I think that's the food." He mumbled walking to the door.

-

***Tony's P.O.V.***

We were in the living room, eating Chinese takeout, drinking and playing truth or dare. Me, Mike, Alan, Austin and three girls that I guessed were their friends were all sitting around the living room in couches.

"Alan, truth or dare." Said one of the girls.

"Truth." He said chirped happily.

"When are you and Austin getting married?" She laughed.

"I dunno." He said, playfully darting his eyes to Austin. "He hasn't asked me yet, even though we've been together forever, literally."

Austin chuckled lightly and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Soon, love." He smiled.

Alan playfully rolled his eyes and turned to me.

“Tony, truth or dare.” He said happily.

I was surprised that he turned to me so quickly because I’d been unnoticed for most of the game, being so quiet and all. I didn’t mind though, I always tend to blend in. Plus, I was too busy looking at Mike, who was sitting in the recliner across the room, grinning widely, clearly entertained by the game.

“U-Um, dare.” I said skeptically.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.” He giggled.

“Nevermind, truth.” I said quickly.

“Nope." He squealed. "You already said dare."

"Okay then, pass."

"You can't pass!" Alan laughed loudly.

"Stop being a pussy Tony." Austin joked, grinning widely.

Everyone's eyes were on me and the girls that came with Alan and Austin were eyeing me down and batting their eyes waiting to see if I'd pick them. I looked down at my fingers and sighed. I knew who I wanted to pick, but I know he'd get mad. I could just kiss the other Michael and be done with it, but then Mike would be pissed. If I chose anyone other than him he's totally have a fit, but if I chose him he would do the same thing. He was already insecure about me choosing other people over him. I looked up at the other Michael, who was looking back at me and blushing the slightest bit. I knew he thought it was going to be him. But I had to be honest, Mikey was gonna be mad either way. I got up and walked toward the recliner hastily, trying not to think about it too much. Once I got there I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, it took a bit for him to do anything, but when he registered what was going on, he reacted quickly. He used both hands to push me off of him roughly. I stumbled back a little and regained my composure.

He looked up at me with harsh eyes and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in fake disgust. I just wanted him to stop lying, stop acting like he didn't like it, stop acting like he didn't like me.

Everyone in the room was quiet, and their eyes were on Mike and I. Mike took one look around the room, he stood up and bolted up the stairs. I turned around to face the rest of the guests, who were sitting in silence.

"L-Lets finish the g-game." I said, my words getting caught on my throat, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

"Um, I think that's enough for tonight." Austin said.
_

The girls and Michael left soon after the incident, Austin and Alan sat outside with me on the patio.

"So you like Mike." Alan stated obviously.

I nodded my head and took a sip of vodka from the bottle I found that everyone had hidden from Vic.

"Does he like you?" He asked.

"No." I lied.

Honestly I didn't even know if that was a lie anymore. There was a long silence and honestly I was just trying to concentrate on the relaxing drunk feeling that was coming on.

"I'm sorry man." Austin said quietly.

"It sucks, you guys match up so perfectly. You guys would be the perfect couple."

I nodded and took another sip. Alan placed his hand on my arm and rubbed it gently.

"If you feel weird staying in the house with him tonight, you can always come stay with us for a bit." He suggested. "Right, honey?" He said looking over at Austin.

"Of course." He said, smiling slightly.

“Thank guys.” said, slapping on a fake smile. “But I need to stay here. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Alan prodded.

I nodded.

“It’s getting late. I think I should head to bed.” I mumbled.

After they left I was alone to hear myself think, I was kinda regretting not taking them up no their offer to stay with them. I went to bed, embarrassed, drunk and alone.