What If I'm the Secret? (Fuenciado)
Chapter 11
**JAMIE’S POV**
I looked from the bathroom to the slut under me. She was just grinning. I got off and snarled, disgusted.
“Now get the fuck off my bus before I throw you out,” I growled.
“Fine, just hit me up if you want-“
“Get the fuck out!” I yelled. I was tired of her voice. Tired of her persistent nagging and begging. Tired of her ugly-ass face. I couldn’t even look at her without being sick. Sounds harsh, but I’m sick of it. And it better not interfere with my relationship. I went over to my bunk and reached under my pillow, feeling for my locket after she had left. I’ve had this secret locket for a long time. I don’t wear it, even though that’s what it was made for. I normally just used it for comfort, and maybe even hope. One side held a small picture of Vic and I at Warped Tour a few years back, with our arms slung around each other. I still had my blonde and he still straightened his hair. The other side was simply a clock. I opened it and looked at our picture. I held it to my chest as I hesitated to look over to the restroom door where my love had fled to.
**ALEC’S POV”
“Fine, just hit me up if you want-“
“Get the fuck out!” the Mexican yelled. I took a sudden step back, kinda shocked. I flipped my golden locks over my shoulder and strutted out of the bus. I just got the best idea. I know how I’ll get Mike back. He’d be so jealous if he saw me with Jaime. But Jaime obviously doesn’t like me, and is with the other, disgusting Fuentes.
I took out my phone and dialed a few numbers. “Ben? Danny? I need your help, and I’ll do
anything to get it.”
“Anythinggg?” they asked excitedly in unison.
**JAIME’S POV**
I waited anxiously for Vic to get out of the bathroom. I bit my lip harder and tapped my foot faster. What is he doing in there? I had to find out. I got up and took my time making it to the bathroom door. I put the locket in my shirt pocket before I tapped a few fingers on it.
“Vic?” I called out. “Babe, are you okay-“
“Go away,” I heard him whimper. No, he can’t be crying. I opened the door to see him coiled on the ground, knees up to his chest and tears forming a small puddle on the floor.
“Babe! I swear, it was nothing! She just fell, and I t-tried to help but I fell too, and..” my panicked voice trailed off when I saw his heartbroken face look up at me.
“I c-can’t lose you,” he stuttered. “Not now…” he hid his face again in between his knees. I put a hand on the back of his neck and one under his knees and pulled him into my lap. I held his face to my chest and shed a tear with him. Just knowing he’s thinking he could lose me already worries me deeply. I know it hasn’t been very long, but what I have with the weeping boy in the arms is different. I can’t put a finger on it, but it just…is. I loved him so long, he has no idea.
“No Vic. You’re not losing me. Not anytime soon. I have no feelings for that whore. My heart has always been beating for you,” I cradled him slowly. I felt him just nod weakly. I kinda had a feeling that he didn’t like me as much as I liked him, or even knew how much he meant to me. But for now, I decided I’d keep it that way.
I held him for a few moments until his sobs had slowed down and he seemed to calm down. I lifted him up and carried him to his bed. I pulled his blanket over him all the way up to his shoulders. I kissed his soft lips deeply and slowly before pulling away.
“Get some rest, Vic.” I smiled at him. I turned and reach for the door before I heard his breathing increase and started to cry again.
“W-Wait, please don’t leave me…s-sleep with me.” He whimpered. I wasn’t sure if he was ready for that, so I didn’t want to push it. But I also didn’t want him to get all worked up again because his own boyfriend won’t touch him.
I gladly obliged and rushed over to the boy’s side. I slid under the covers and instinctively brought the curled up boy in my arms. I put one arm around my neck and the other on my chest. Reality escaped me as his fingers traced small, hypnotizing designs across my chest through my thin shirt, not noticing my eyes closing in pleasure. I had completely forgotten about my locket I tucked on my shirt pocket until Vic pulled it out.
“What’s this?” he asked, holding it by the chain. My eyes shot open and I tried to snatch it from his hands but Vic pulled back too quickly. Vic rolled over and pushed his back against my stomach as he quickly fidgeted with the locket, finally opening.
“Vic, please stop! That’s mine, its personal!” I tried to grab it without hurting him but Vic’s strong arms were stretched out so I couldn’t reach. I saw him open it and see the picture of us. I stopped squirming behind him and froze, making the most awkward face. He’s going to think I’m so weird. Vic is probably going to think I’m some creepy stalker. Shit, now he’s going to leave me for sure.
I watched him intensely as he very slowly and carefully took the picture out of the locket, scanning it and observing the back where I had written:
“Warped ’09, me and Vic <3”
After a few moments of silence, he whispered.
“How long have you had this?” he asked without turning to look at me. I could only imagine his face.
“A few years…” Silence fell between as again. He flipped the picture a few times more before putting it back in the heart-shaped frame. I rolled back over and directly crushed his lips against mine, dragging me into a sloppy, forceful kiss. He didn’t waste any time running his fingers through my hair and caressing my cheek almost aggressively. I shut my eyes forcefully, totally dumfounded. What just happened?
I waited for him to come up for air before showing a face of confusion and shock.
“Whaa-“
“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. You’ve liked me for this long, Jaime? And never told me?” his glazed eyes fell on mine and I couldn’t look away. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I just stared. It’s all I really could do. I finally got myself to nod, unsure if the true answer was the creepy answer or not.
“Oh, love,” he cooed. I tear dripped down to the big smile on his face. Vic wrapped both arms around my neck. “I thought it was just me who was crazy in love,” he whispered in my ear. I responded by squeezing him in closer. When we pulled apart, he placed the locket back in my pocket.
“No.” I reached in the pocket and took it out again. I placed it in his palm and closed his hand, placing the closed fist in mine hands. “I want you to have it. If you ever need me when I’m not there or anything, I’ll be right here.” I pressed my forehead against his lightly. “Just know as long as you have this, I love you.”
He giggled softly and kissed my lips before murmuring, “I love you too, Jaime.” We kissed one last time before falling asleep next to each other, the locket in both of our hands.
I looked from the bathroom to the slut under me. She was just grinning. I got off and snarled, disgusted.
“Now get the fuck off my bus before I throw you out,” I growled.
“Fine, just hit me up if you want-“
“Get the fuck out!” I yelled. I was tired of her voice. Tired of her persistent nagging and begging. Tired of her ugly-ass face. I couldn’t even look at her without being sick. Sounds harsh, but I’m sick of it. And it better not interfere with my relationship. I went over to my bunk and reached under my pillow, feeling for my locket after she had left. I’ve had this secret locket for a long time. I don’t wear it, even though that’s what it was made for. I normally just used it for comfort, and maybe even hope. One side held a small picture of Vic and I at Warped Tour a few years back, with our arms slung around each other. I still had my blonde and he still straightened his hair. The other side was simply a clock. I opened it and looked at our picture. I held it to my chest as I hesitated to look over to the restroom door where my love had fled to.
**ALEC’S POV”
“Fine, just hit me up if you want-“
“Get the fuck out!” the Mexican yelled. I took a sudden step back, kinda shocked. I flipped my golden locks over my shoulder and strutted out of the bus. I just got the best idea. I know how I’ll get Mike back. He’d be so jealous if he saw me with Jaime. But Jaime obviously doesn’t like me, and is with the other, disgusting Fuentes.
I took out my phone and dialed a few numbers. “Ben? Danny? I need your help, and I’ll do
anything to get it.”
“Anythinggg?” they asked excitedly in unison.
**JAIME’S POV**
I waited anxiously for Vic to get out of the bathroom. I bit my lip harder and tapped my foot faster. What is he doing in there? I had to find out. I got up and took my time making it to the bathroom door. I put the locket in my shirt pocket before I tapped a few fingers on it.
“Vic?” I called out. “Babe, are you okay-“
“Go away,” I heard him whimper. No, he can’t be crying. I opened the door to see him coiled on the ground, knees up to his chest and tears forming a small puddle on the floor.
“Babe! I swear, it was nothing! She just fell, and I t-tried to help but I fell too, and..” my panicked voice trailed off when I saw his heartbroken face look up at me.
“I c-can’t lose you,” he stuttered. “Not now…” he hid his face again in between his knees. I put a hand on the back of his neck and one under his knees and pulled him into my lap. I held his face to my chest and shed a tear with him. Just knowing he’s thinking he could lose me already worries me deeply. I know it hasn’t been very long, but what I have with the weeping boy in the arms is different. I can’t put a finger on it, but it just…is. I loved him so long, he has no idea.
“No Vic. You’re not losing me. Not anytime soon. I have no feelings for that whore. My heart has always been beating for you,” I cradled him slowly. I felt him just nod weakly. I kinda had a feeling that he didn’t like me as much as I liked him, or even knew how much he meant to me. But for now, I decided I’d keep it that way.
I held him for a few moments until his sobs had slowed down and he seemed to calm down. I lifted him up and carried him to his bed. I pulled his blanket over him all the way up to his shoulders. I kissed his soft lips deeply and slowly before pulling away.
“Get some rest, Vic.” I smiled at him. I turned and reach for the door before I heard his breathing increase and started to cry again.
“W-Wait, please don’t leave me…s-sleep with me.” He whimpered. I wasn’t sure if he was ready for that, so I didn’t want to push it. But I also didn’t want him to get all worked up again because his own boyfriend won’t touch him.
I gladly obliged and rushed over to the boy’s side. I slid under the covers and instinctively brought the curled up boy in my arms. I put one arm around my neck and the other on my chest. Reality escaped me as his fingers traced small, hypnotizing designs across my chest through my thin shirt, not noticing my eyes closing in pleasure. I had completely forgotten about my locket I tucked on my shirt pocket until Vic pulled it out.
“What’s this?” he asked, holding it by the chain. My eyes shot open and I tried to snatch it from his hands but Vic pulled back too quickly. Vic rolled over and pushed his back against my stomach as he quickly fidgeted with the locket, finally opening.
“Vic, please stop! That’s mine, its personal!” I tried to grab it without hurting him but Vic’s strong arms were stretched out so I couldn’t reach. I saw him open it and see the picture of us. I stopped squirming behind him and froze, making the most awkward face. He’s going to think I’m so weird. Vic is probably going to think I’m some creepy stalker. Shit, now he’s going to leave me for sure.
I watched him intensely as he very slowly and carefully took the picture out of the locket, scanning it and observing the back where I had written:
“Warped ’09, me and Vic <3”
After a few moments of silence, he whispered.
“How long have you had this?” he asked without turning to look at me. I could only imagine his face.
“A few years…” Silence fell between as again. He flipped the picture a few times more before putting it back in the heart-shaped frame. I rolled back over and directly crushed his lips against mine, dragging me into a sloppy, forceful kiss. He didn’t waste any time running his fingers through my hair and caressing my cheek almost aggressively. I shut my eyes forcefully, totally dumfounded. What just happened?
I waited for him to come up for air before showing a face of confusion and shock.
“Whaa-“
“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. You’ve liked me for this long, Jaime? And never told me?” his glazed eyes fell on mine and I couldn’t look away. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I just stared. It’s all I really could do. I finally got myself to nod, unsure if the true answer was the creepy answer or not.
“Oh, love,” he cooed. I tear dripped down to the big smile on his face. Vic wrapped both arms around my neck. “I thought it was just me who was crazy in love,” he whispered in my ear. I responded by squeezing him in closer. When we pulled apart, he placed the locket back in my pocket.
“No.” I reached in the pocket and took it out again. I placed it in his palm and closed his hand, placing the closed fist in mine hands. “I want you to have it. If you ever need me when I’m not there or anything, I’ll be right here.” I pressed my forehead against his lightly. “Just know as long as you have this, I love you.”
He giggled softly and kissed my lips before murmuring, “I love you too, Jaime.” We kissed one last time before falling asleep next to each other, the locket in both of our hands.
amazing story. the ending though. SO MANY FEELS
11/27/14