Won't Go Home Without You

“You didn’t take your pills,” Vic stated the next morning, rolling over in the bed and pressing his forehead to my shoulder, kissing the skin.

“Nah,” I sighed, not even tearing my eyes from the book I was reading. “You know I don’t like taking them.”

“Well, yeah, but they help you sleep, Sof’,” he scolded lightly.

“Well, yeah, but,” I mocked, “I don’t even dream when I do sleep with the pills, and I hate waking up with an empty head.”

Vic laughed softly, wrapping his arm around my waist and snuggling into the crook of my neck. “You’re stubborn,” he breathed, puckering his lips and kissing my collarbone obnoxiously.

I giggled, squirming in his hold. “You’re not gunna let me read, are you?” I asked.

“Nope, nope, nope,” he chuckled lowly, brushing the tip of his nose under my ear. I groaned with a laugh, doggy-eared my page and set my book on the night stand. I turned over and nuzzled my nose against his, closing my eyes in content. I loved being this close to him.

“How ya feelin’?” I asked him, my hand reaching up to run through his stringy bedhead.

“Better,” he said with a smile in his voice.

“Thats good, baby,” I said, opening my eyes to find him staring right back at me. We stayed like that for the next fifteen minutes, enjoying each other’s presence until my phone’s alarm clock started to softly blare Cinnamon Girl by Neil Young; it was 7:30am. I sighed, kissed Vic’s lips one last time before sliding out of bed. “Feel free to take another long shower if you want… I can cook you breakfast before you head out?”

As I looked around for my t-shirt, I heard the bed moan and soon Vic was wrapping his arms around my naked frame, his cheek pressed to the back of my head. “You’re so good to me,” he mumbled against my hair.

I twisted in his arms, smiling and resting my arms on his shoulders. “You deserve it.”

Vic hummed modestly before kissing me firmly, taking a fistful of my hair to bring me even closer. I smiled into the kiss, feeling the butterflies swarm in my stomach.

Vic finally freed me after a couple of minutes, leaving me to get dressed as he took yet another shower. While he was singing some random song loudly as the hot water steamed up the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror, wearing a quick cleansing facial and filing my nails. Once a good five minutes passed, I took off my facial with a warm, wet washcloth. I lathered my face with some moisturizer, then pulled on a pink sports bra, a pair of leggings, and a Jim Morrison baggy, cut-off shirt. I tied my hair up in a bun then walked downstairs, and the first thing I saw was Kellin passed out on the couch. He had a random blanket thrown over his skinny body, and the remote was still in his hand. I smiled softly, shaking my head and walking over to him.

“C’mon, baby,” I cooed, caressing his cheek before sneaking one arm behind his back to lift him up. He stirred, mumbling sleepily and clinging onto me.

“What’s goin’ on?” Kellin yawned, snuggling into the crook of my neck as I led him to the stairs. His hair was a wild mess, and his eyes drooped as he stared up at me.

“You fell asleep on the couch again, sweetheart,” I told him, climbing the stairs slowly up to his room.

“Oh,” he breathed dreamily. “Wait, what happened?”

“You fell asleep on the couch,” I repeated with a smile. Kellin was so oblivious when he was tired.

“Oh,” he said again, nodding his head and forcing me to drag him up the stairs, across the hall, and into his bedroom. Kellin slowly climbed into his bed, yawning again and collapsing face-first into the pillows.

“You’re not hungover, are you?” I asked him, softly running my fingers through his hair.

“No,” he mumbled, twisting under the blankets to face me. His cheeks were rosy and he had a dopey smile on his face. “Just sleepy.” I nodded, checking the heat of his forehead. I tucked him into his bed, kissing his cheek and leaving the bedroom with a smile on my face.

I passed my bedroom, hearing the shower still on, but Vic was silent. I frowned before making my way down the stairs. I wiggled my toes into a random pair of flipflops and plugged my earphones into my ears, flipping through my phone before I settled on my Killers playlist. Losing Touch began to play as I grabbed my sunglasses from the kitchen countertop and slipped them on my ears, then walked to the patio door, grabbing the leash from its hook. I jingled the the pink rope obnoxiously and made loud kissy noises, already hearing her nails scratch across the floor excitedly. My beautiful pug, Cher, came bounding towards me, her pink tongue hanging out of her mouth. “Hi, girl!” I cooed to her in a baby-voice. “You ready for your walk, huh?” She yipped happily, twirling in her position on the floor. I laughed and clipped the leash to her collar, leading her out onto the patio. Cher scurried down the steps, pulling me with her. As we walked down the beach, I breathed in the fresh ocean air and sighed at the feeling of the warm sun beating down on my skin. Cher yipped and barked ahead of me, getting her energy out by making an attempt at chasing some seagulls.

It wasn’t long before we were back in the house, and Cher immediately barked happily, catching sight of Vic who was sitting on the couch watching TV in the living room. I smiled as Cher jumped up into his lap, kissing his face as he laughed and stroked her soft, thin fur. “How’s my baby girl?” He asked her, letting her lick his nose. “Did you miss Daddy?” Cher barked, digging her paws into his chest and trying to wag her small, curly tail. “Did my baby girl miss her Daddy?”

I hung the leash back onto its hook, kicked off my flipflops and set my sunglasses on the countertop. I pulled my earphones out of my ears and started on breakfast.

About thirty minutes later, I was bringing our plates into the living room with a smile on my face. “Breakfast is served,” I said smoothly to Vic, watching him look up at me with a grin.

“Whatcha cook for me?” He asked, rubbing his hands together as I handed him his plate of food.

"Huevos motuleños,” I replied, already using my fork to cut small rations for myself.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your cooking,” he groaned before folding a corn tortilla filled with eggs, black beans, cheese, ham, plantains, and salsa picante and shovelling half of it into his mouth.

“You’re a pig, eat politely,” I teased, scrunching my nose up in disgust.

“You wuv me,” Vic tried with his mouth full.

“You wish, tonto,” I giggled, pressing my knee against his. We sat in silence, occasionally making a comment on whatever show that was playing on the TV. Cher watched us intensely, sitting on the floor under us and staring with her big, watery eyes. Once we were finished, I took our plates and set them in the sink. I came back into the living room and flopped onto the couch, snuggling into Vic’s side. His arm immediately draped over my waist, his free-hand grabbed mine and laced our fingers together. I fixed my eyes on the episode of House Hunters, feeling sleepy and full from the big breakfast I prepared for us.

“Y’know, I meant what I said the other night,” Vic said randomly after a few moments of silence.

“Vic,” I began, closing my eyes and blowing an agitated breath out of my nose.

“I’m serious, Sofia. I don’t think I can do this any longer…”
“But it can’t be this way,” I said, sitting up to face him.

“You don’t mean that,” he said quietly, his hand reaching out to run his fingers across my exposed stomach. He tapped my hip softly, hinting that he wanted me to climb on to his lap. I sighed but obliged, hitching one leg over him so that I was straddling him, his hands running up and down my thighs.

“You say these things but don’t think them through… we can’t and you know that.”

“We could make it work though,” he tried to reason. “We really could… if we just explain ourselves correctly.”

“But we can’t, Vic,” I said through gritted teeth, closing my eyes and clenching my hands together, digging my nails into my palms. He quickly noticed my frustrated attitude, pulling me closer and moving his hands to the small of my back, his thumbs tracing circles right above the cotton-lining of my leggings. I breathed slowly, opening my eyes to see Vic looking back at me worriedly. “I mean, this has been going on for too long now. If you broke up with Danielle and people found out about us…” I trailed off, shaking my head and pushing some loose strands of hair from my forehead. “It’ll be huge mess, and everyone will turn against me.”

“How do you know that’s gunna happen?” Vic asked quietly, trailing his fingers up and down my spine, using his short nails to scratch my skin.

“Because… I know it. Everyone will take your side because everyone fucking adores you, and I’ll be called the slut. Christ, this has been going on for a year now. A year.”

“We don’t have to tell them all of that, Sofia,” he said softly, reaching up to cup my face in his hands. “If we leave out that part, they will never suspect that we had something going on between us.” I whined quietly under my breath, hanging my head and jutting out my lower lip. Vic lifted my face, forcing me to look at him. “Think of how happy we could be together… we wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore. It’ll be just you and me.” I looked into his big, round, brown eyes, seeing nothing but this hopeful emotion along with a hint of sadness. I hated it when he gave me that look. It tugged at my heartstrings and forced me to climb over every wall I had built before I met him. But I couldn’t give in, I just couldn’t.

“No, Vic,” I whispered, “We can’t.” I watched as his face fall, a frown settling into the curves of his lips. “Baby, I’m sorry… I just-”

“No, no,” he said quickly, averting his gaze. “It’s fine…”

“No, it’s not. I can read you like an open book; what I said… I-I, I didn’t mean it like that-”

“You don’t want to be with me publicly,” he interrupted, his words making my chest hurt.

“That is not what I said and that is not what I meant,” I said in a rush, placing my hands on his chest. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my palms, and I bit down on my bottom lip harshly in frustration. I moved my hands up to cup his face in my hands, grazing his cheekbones with the pads of my thumbs. “Hey,” I cooed softly, forcing him to look at me. “You know how much you mean to me, Vic. You’ve been by my side for so long now, and I care about you more than I care about myself. You are my everything… but things are complicated right now. Us... it’ll happen in the future, trust me. You trust me right?” Vic nodded his head slowly, leaning into my touch. “You can trust me,” I whispered again, brushing my lips against his. His hands pressed into the curve of my back, bringing me closer. He pushed his lips on to mine, kissing me with the silent words that he couldn’t find. It didn’t take long for him to smile into the kiss, which made the sides of my lips twitch with a grin. Vic opened his mouth and I giggled into it, my fingers tangled in his hair.

“You’re my perfect girl,” he said, nuzzling his nose against mine. My cheeks burned, and I giggled again and buried my face into the crook of his neck.

“Stop that,” I laughed with a sigh, taking in his fresh scent.

“My perfect, perfect girl,” he teased, his hands running down and gripping my thighs. I squealed quietly, knowing that Kellin was just up the stairs and he didn’t know that Vic was here.

“Okay, no,” I smiled, leaning back and sliding off of his lap and on to the floor. My feet touched the ground and I scurried away from him, running down the hallway and grabbing his phone and keys from the bowl on the table next to the front door. Vic quickly followed, slipping on his Vans in the process.

“Are you kicking me out?” He asked, appalled.

“Yes, now get out,” I laughed, puckering my lips. He gave me a quick kiss, but lingered, pecking my lips again. I giggled with my mouth closed, kissing him over and over again. Once he was satisfied, he snatched his phone and keys from my hands and squeezed my waist in a silent goodbye, opening the door and heading out to his car. I closed the door behind him and locked it, pressing my back to the wood. I sighed with a stupid smile on my face. I already knew I was in trouble. Deep trouble, and it’s name was Vic Fuentes.

Notes

I know this chapter is kind of boring but I wanted to spend the first few chapters to introduce the plot and what not.
Tell me what you guys think!