Like A Rush Shot Through You

Vic opened his eyes sleepily and stretched out his arms pulling me onto the couch with him. "Morning love bug, well don't you look like a hot mess." He must have been referring to my severely smudged eyeliner and drunken rat's nest you could call hair. I climbed under the blankets with him as Jaime snored softly on the other side of the pull out couch.

"I need my best friend right about now." I rolled over to look at Vic, pulling some of the pillow over so we could share it. He gave me a slightly confused look, "Is everything alright, Vi?" I closed my eyes, breathing heavily out of my mouth and looked back up at him through my long black eyelashes. I glanced away and began to speak.
"You know how I get when I overthink small things..." I asked him with more of a questioning tone than a statement. I felt his hand cover mine as his eyes glared at me with a concerned look. He was always one to worry about me a little too much. I loved it and hated it at the same time.
"Vic don't get the wrong ideas, I'm not going to fall back into how I was before. It's just something stuck on my mind that I can't really get off right now." I teared up as an image flashed back into my mind of my previous self, that was something I never wanted to be again. It was more of a depressing time of my life and Vic was always the one there to protect me through it all.
Vic spoke and it snapped me back into reality. "Violet, you know it's hard not to worry about you. Do you want to talk about what it is?"
I instantly regretted coming downstairs. What was I thinking? Knowing me I'd probably spill everything that happened last night to Vic and it would get back to Mike almost immediately. An anxious feeling rushed over me and I decided to forget the conversation and forget the reason I came to talk to Vic. Maybe I could distract him to make him forget what I was talking about.
"Hey Mi- I mean Vic." Did I really just call Vic his brother's name? Fuck. I hope he was still too tired to catch that little slip. "I'm gonna go take a shower, don't worry about me. I'll talk to you in a bit if you're still home, alright?"
He closed his eyes, drifting back to sleep almost instantly. "Mhm." was all he managed to get out. He must still be exhausted. He's always so worn out after the gigs and the after parties.

I pulled the sleeves of my shirt past my palms, hiding my hands. It was a habit I developed when I started having anxiety attacks a few years back. It was like I was trying to hide myself, even the smallest parts visible. I crossed my arms and trudged upstairs, hoping Mike wasn't in the bathroom anymore. I mumbled softly to myself as I opened the door, covered in Pierce The Veil posters, might I add, to my bedroom.
"Fuck, I just wish there wasn't so much on my mind." I could hear the water to the shower running in the bathroom so I decided to lay down and listen to music until Mike was finished. Setting my phone on the stand, the first song that came on was 'The Balcony Scene' Pierce The Veil, ha. Didn't surprise me. They were about the only band I listened to anymore. "Have you ever really danced on the edge? Is something still scaring you?" The last thing I could think of was how beautiful Vic sang that verse of the song. He had such an amazing voice, I was proud to call him my best friend, and have him pretty much as a brother. Nothing could tear us apart, which is why I wanted to keep what happened with Mike and I a secret. I slowly drifted back into sleep with the weight of everything that happened on my shoulders.

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