This Love Was Out of Control
A TICKLE TO THE STOMACH!
*Vic’s POV*
I was driving around and blasting “Fucking Problems” on the radio when I got a call.
“Where the hell are you?” Mike said through the phone. “You didn’t call or text me and I was worried about you! It’s been 3 hours.”
“I was just…driving around…places,” I lied.
“You were driving around? Wasting our gas money? You dumbass, we need that gas money for more important things!”
“We never go anywhere besides school and we don’t even take the car. So chill out, nigga! You‘ll be alright.”
“When are you coming home? And I told the others. They were ok with it but Alan wasn’t.”
“You told them? What about the other guys? I know Alan would give in and move on to Austin’s band but what about Kellin and Jesse? And I don’t know when I’m coming home.”
“Fine, but make sure you’re home before dark. Yeah, I told them and Kellin was cool about it. Him and Jesse are moving on as well. They want to start their own band together. Sorry bro. They gave me all the deats. Turns out, they were thinking of starting their own band for a while now. They got the hook up with these guys in our school. I’ll tell you everything when you get home.”
“Ok. I need to go. There are cops everywhere and I feel like if they just look at me, they’ll get suspicious.”
“Ok, bye brother!” Mike said and then hung up.
~~~
“Hey, uh, Kellin?” I said while walking around in my room. He was popping a pimple on his face in the mirror.
“Yeah? What is it, Vic?”
“I think we should sit first,” I told him, motioning him to come sit by me on the bed. He halted his spree on pimple picking and popped a squat next to me.
“What’s up?”
“So you’re starting a band with Jesse?” I questioned, biting on my nail.
“Yeah. I hope you’re not mad. I just-”
I cut him off. “I’m not mad, I promise. But are you leaving the band because we didn’t make it? Or is it because I didn’t let you have your ideas in the lyrics…”
“Well,” he began, staring at his shoes, “both. I’m sorry that I’m giving up on the band but I think some of my ideas are beast and I just want to have my own band. Me and Jesse got the hook up with these guys and they’re super cool!”
“I know. Mike told me. What were their names again?” I asked.
“Jack Fowler, Justin Hills, and Gabe Barham...besides Jesse.”
“Oh, them? Yeah, they’re awesome,” I said, not impressed. “Do you have a band name picked out yet?”
“Not yet, but we’re on the verge of getting one. It has to be something with sirens in it. I like the way sirens sounds but I just can’t put it all together. So yeah, sirens will fit in there somewhere.”
“That’s great. And you both are moving out…just like Alan?”
“Yeah,” he said glumly. “I’m really sorry but you’ll always be my best friend. I won’t ever replace you with anyone, alright?”
“Ok,” I said sadly. He leaned in and gave me a hug.
“Thanks for understanding, Vic. You’re amazing, really.” He got up and walked out of the room.
So pretty much the only people that are going to live here are my brother and I. Jesse, Kellin, and Alan are all moving out. And now we’ll only have one car in the driveway. One car is mine and the other one is Kellin’s. I heard Jack has a car so transporation should be easy for them.
I’m really gonna miss having them in the house with us. But having some alone time and quietness would be nice for once. I know for a fact that we’re still gonna hang after school all the time…unless they have band practice.
But hearing what Jaime and Tony have could be something different. Jaime plays bass and his friend plays guitar. Alan was our bassist and he’s leaving. Jesse was our guitar player and he’s leaving as well. In that case, this band thing can actually work out! But I can never be too sure. I just to be a band again.
~~~
Sunday is here and Jaime and I still haven’t started our project. Maybe I should just go down to his house and work on it with him. I’m having second thoughts about him. He isn’t such a bad guy and maybe I should just give him a try. We could be friends. Right…?
I drove off to his house but there were no cars home. I knocked on the door anyway.
“Well if it isn’t the one and only Vic Fuentes…” Jaime said leaning against the door with no shirt on.
“You know our project is due soon and we haven’t even like started it yet?”
“Oh, right. That project.” He licked his lips.
“Can we work on it? I can’t afford anymore bad grades because if I do, then they’ll take me off the soccer team.”
He led me inside to his room. There were bands like Memphis May Fire, Asking Alexandria, and Black Veil Brides all over the wall. His room was painted light blue and his bed looked extra comfy.
“So you got the project with you?” he asked, flopping his body on the bed while resting his arms behind his head.
“Uh, yeah.” I flung my bag off my shoulder and placed it on the ground. As I pulled out the supplies we needed, he asked me a question.
“So,” he began, “wanna tell me why you decided to finally kiss me?” he smiled at me.
“Kiss? Oh right, well I….I just…I don’t know. You helped me realize that it’s not all about me in my band. Everyone should contribute equally and really stick together.”
“Wow, you’re actually learning.”
“Fuck off, Preciado.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you kissed me,” he said sitting up in his bed.
“I…uh…”
“Do you like me?”
There was a long pause.
“Well? Do you?”
“YES, JAIME! I DO LIKE YOU!”
“YES YES YES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! VICTOR VINCENT FUENTES LIKES ME! HE ACTUALLY LIKES ME!” he cheered and clapped.
“I’m not gonna like you anymore if you don’t sit the fuck down and stop yelling before the whole world hears you.”
He stopped cheering and pouted his lips.
“Now can we please start this stupid project? I don‘t need Fraser and Davidson giving me shit.”
He jumped off his bed and sat next to me on the floor.
“So the first thing we need to do is…we gotta pu…what are you doing?” He started stroking my arm and my back.
“What?” he questioned, winking at me.
“Why are you touching me?”
His eyes widened. “You just said you liked me, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, as a friend. What the hell did you think I was talking about?”
“Oh…I thought you meant that you like me….more than a friend…” He dipped his head down in disappointment.
“We were never friends so why would you think that?” I asked, staring in his eyes.
He got up from the floor and sprawled his body out on the bed.
“Why are you resting? We need to work on this project...now get up.” He didn’t speak. “Jaime…come on! This isn’t a good time for sleeping. It’s only 1:17 in the afternoon and we need to work on this.” He still didn’t say anything. I stood up and sat on the bed with him. “Hey…Jaime…I’m sorry. I thought you knew what I was talking about it. We’re friends and only friends. I’m not gay.” Or I hope that I'm not gay.
He capsized his body over to his stomach and groaned in the pillow.
“Hmmm…” I said aloud. “I know what will make you get up. Maybe a NICE TICKLE TO THE STOMACH!” A tickled him to death and he immediately shoved me away.
“NONONONONO, VIC! VIC STOP! OMGOMGOMG I CAN’T BREATHE!”
I didn’t stop. “WILL YOU GET UP AND HELP ME?!” A continued tickling his sides.
“YES OMG YES! I FUCKING SURRENDER! I CAN’T EVEN…” I let him breathe and take a moment to sit up straight.
I stared in his eyes as he stared in mine. Something in my stomach was fluttering everywhere and my head felt…weird. Am I….trippin or am I starting to feel for him? I had so many different emotions going through my brain right now. I'm not gay but...I don't know. Jaime makes me feel like I'm complete or something.
I started to lean in slowly. Every inch closer to him made me crazy. I felt his warm breath coming closer against my lips. I forced my face away from him.
“Back to work, yeah?” I said sliding off his bed and resting my body on the ground.
I was driving around and blasting “Fucking Problems” on the radio when I got a call.
“Where the hell are you?” Mike said through the phone. “You didn’t call or text me and I was worried about you! It’s been 3 hours.”
“I was just…driving around…places,” I lied.
“You were driving around? Wasting our gas money? You dumbass, we need that gas money for more important things!”
“We never go anywhere besides school and we don’t even take the car. So chill out, nigga! You‘ll be alright.”
“When are you coming home? And I told the others. They were ok with it but Alan wasn’t.”
“You told them? What about the other guys? I know Alan would give in and move on to Austin’s band but what about Kellin and Jesse? And I don’t know when I’m coming home.”
“Fine, but make sure you’re home before dark. Yeah, I told them and Kellin was cool about it. Him and Jesse are moving on as well. They want to start their own band together. Sorry bro. They gave me all the deats. Turns out, they were thinking of starting their own band for a while now. They got the hook up with these guys in our school. I’ll tell you everything when you get home.”
“Ok. I need to go. There are cops everywhere and I feel like if they just look at me, they’ll get suspicious.”
“Ok, bye brother!” Mike said and then hung up.
~~~
“Hey, uh, Kellin?” I said while walking around in my room. He was popping a pimple on his face in the mirror.
“Yeah? What is it, Vic?”
“I think we should sit first,” I told him, motioning him to come sit by me on the bed. He halted his spree on pimple picking and popped a squat next to me.
“What’s up?”
“So you’re starting a band with Jesse?” I questioned, biting on my nail.
“Yeah. I hope you’re not mad. I just-”
I cut him off. “I’m not mad, I promise. But are you leaving the band because we didn’t make it? Or is it because I didn’t let you have your ideas in the lyrics…”
“Well,” he began, staring at his shoes, “both. I’m sorry that I’m giving up on the band but I think some of my ideas are beast and I just want to have my own band. Me and Jesse got the hook up with these guys and they’re super cool!”
“I know. Mike told me. What were their names again?” I asked.
“Jack Fowler, Justin Hills, and Gabe Barham...besides Jesse.”
“Oh, them? Yeah, they’re awesome,” I said, not impressed. “Do you have a band name picked out yet?”
“Not yet, but we’re on the verge of getting one. It has to be something with sirens in it. I like the way sirens sounds but I just can’t put it all together. So yeah, sirens will fit in there somewhere.”
“That’s great. And you both are moving out…just like Alan?”
“Yeah,” he said glumly. “I’m really sorry but you’ll always be my best friend. I won’t ever replace you with anyone, alright?”
“Ok,” I said sadly. He leaned in and gave me a hug.
“Thanks for understanding, Vic. You’re amazing, really.” He got up and walked out of the room.
So pretty much the only people that are going to live here are my brother and I. Jesse, Kellin, and Alan are all moving out. And now we’ll only have one car in the driveway. One car is mine and the other one is Kellin’s. I heard Jack has a car so transporation should be easy for them.
I’m really gonna miss having them in the house with us. But having some alone time and quietness would be nice for once. I know for a fact that we’re still gonna hang after school all the time…unless they have band practice.
But hearing what Jaime and Tony have could be something different. Jaime plays bass and his friend plays guitar. Alan was our bassist and he’s leaving. Jesse was our guitar player and he’s leaving as well. In that case, this band thing can actually work out! But I can never be too sure. I just to be a band again.
~~~
Sunday is here and Jaime and I still haven’t started our project. Maybe I should just go down to his house and work on it with him. I’m having second thoughts about him. He isn’t such a bad guy and maybe I should just give him a try. We could be friends. Right…?
I drove off to his house but there were no cars home. I knocked on the door anyway.
“Well if it isn’t the one and only Vic Fuentes…” Jaime said leaning against the door with no shirt on.
“You know our project is due soon and we haven’t even like started it yet?”
“Oh, right. That project.” He licked his lips.
“Can we work on it? I can’t afford anymore bad grades because if I do, then they’ll take me off the soccer team.”
He led me inside to his room. There were bands like Memphis May Fire, Asking Alexandria, and Black Veil Brides all over the wall. His room was painted light blue and his bed looked extra comfy.
“So you got the project with you?” he asked, flopping his body on the bed while resting his arms behind his head.
“Uh, yeah.” I flung my bag off my shoulder and placed it on the ground. As I pulled out the supplies we needed, he asked me a question.
“So,” he began, “wanna tell me why you decided to finally kiss me?” he smiled at me.
“Kiss? Oh right, well I….I just…I don’t know. You helped me realize that it’s not all about me in my band. Everyone should contribute equally and really stick together.”
“Wow, you’re actually learning.”
“Fuck off, Preciado.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you kissed me,” he said sitting up in his bed.
“I…uh…”
“Do you like me?”
There was a long pause.
“Well? Do you?”
“YES, JAIME! I DO LIKE YOU!”
“YES YES YES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! VICTOR VINCENT FUENTES LIKES ME! HE ACTUALLY LIKES ME!” he cheered and clapped.
“I’m not gonna like you anymore if you don’t sit the fuck down and stop yelling before the whole world hears you.”
He stopped cheering and pouted his lips.
“Now can we please start this stupid project? I don‘t need Fraser and Davidson giving me shit.”
He jumped off his bed and sat next to me on the floor.
“So the first thing we need to do is…we gotta pu…what are you doing?” He started stroking my arm and my back.
“What?” he questioned, winking at me.
“Why are you touching me?”
His eyes widened. “You just said you liked me, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, as a friend. What the hell did you think I was talking about?”
“Oh…I thought you meant that you like me….more than a friend…” He dipped his head down in disappointment.
“We were never friends so why would you think that?” I asked, staring in his eyes.
He got up from the floor and sprawled his body out on the bed.
“Why are you resting? We need to work on this project...now get up.” He didn’t speak. “Jaime…come on! This isn’t a good time for sleeping. It’s only 1:17 in the afternoon and we need to work on this.” He still didn’t say anything. I stood up and sat on the bed with him. “Hey…Jaime…I’m sorry. I thought you knew what I was talking about it. We’re friends and only friends. I’m not gay.” Or I hope that I'm not gay.
He capsized his body over to his stomach and groaned in the pillow.
“Hmmm…” I said aloud. “I know what will make you get up. Maybe a NICE TICKLE TO THE STOMACH!” A tickled him to death and he immediately shoved me away.
“NONONONONO, VIC! VIC STOP! OMGOMGOMG I CAN’T BREATHE!”
I didn’t stop. “WILL YOU GET UP AND HELP ME?!” A continued tickling his sides.
“YES OMG YES! I FUCKING SURRENDER! I CAN’T EVEN…” I let him breathe and take a moment to sit up straight.
I stared in his eyes as he stared in mine. Something in my stomach was fluttering everywhere and my head felt…weird. Am I….trippin or am I starting to feel for him? I had so many different emotions going through my brain right now. I'm not gay but...I don't know. Jaime makes me feel like I'm complete or something.
I started to lean in slowly. Every inch closer to him made me crazy. I felt his warm breath coming closer against my lips. I forced my face away from him.
“Back to work, yeah?” I said sliding off his bed and resting my body on the ground.
Notes
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