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This Love Was Out of Control

A Match Into Water and A Bugatti

*Jaime’s POV*

Vic was extremely happy today and I didn’t have a clue why. He was all smiles during class and he was being very jumpy in his seat. He sent air kisses and hearts across the room to me. He was being really cute and stuff and no one seemed to notice. I smiled back at him and made a heart with my hands, sending it across the class.

But really though. What’s gotten into him?

~~~

I was driving Vic and I to my house for a little because he insisted on it. He kept smiling to himself and giggling on and off. The car was silent for almost the whole ride home.

I turned to him and said, “Are you ok?”

“No,” he smiled at me.

Wait, how do you say no to me and smile?

Weirdo.

“Then what’s up with you? You wanna tell me why you’re being all extra cute and smiley today?” I stopped at a light and faced him.

“I think you know,” he voiced, pecking my cheek with a light kiss and turning to the window.

Ok, I really don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.

We reached my house and hopped out of the car. I walked into the house, only to be violently smashed against the wall by my boyfriend. He pressed his lips to me and jammed his tongue inside my mouth. He slightly boosted up my shirt half way and roamed his warm hands all over my torso.

Is that why he was happy the whole day? So he can come over and lay his moves on me? Please, he can do that any day of the week if he wants too.

I smiled like a loser into the kiss. He hoisted my shirt fully over my head and flung it on the ground. He continued to wander my body with his hands.

Too bad I had to stop him in the process.

“Ummm…Vic…what are you doing?” I questioned after he licked my bottom lip, begging for insertion. I didn’t respond to his action. Instead, I slowly had to push him off of me. He made his way back to me and trailed his hands down to my pants.

“You’re so amazing. You know that right?” he concluded. He pushed my chin up and left small tracks of kisses on my neck. He began to clasp me through my pants, causing me to moan at his activity.

I didn’t want him to stop the sensation I was having. It felt so good and I wanted him to go further.

“I can see that,” I managed to speak, barely above a whisper. I couldn’t let him touching me get the best of me. I wanted to know why he was functioning like this. “But why are you acting all extra today? What happened? In the car, I really didn’t know what you were talking about.”

“Come on, Hime. You don’t have to write anonymous letters to me anymore. I know it’s you being sweet with me.”

I smiled at him. Hearing him call me Hime made my stomach do backflips. Wait, what the hell? I didn’t write any letters to him again. What’s he talking about? “Uh, I didn’t-”

He pressed his finger to my lips. “Shhh, don’t say a word. I think it’s adorable how you still like sending me letters. Call it cliché, but I love it.”

I don’t want to lie to him and just let it slide. If he finds out that I never sent him a letter, I don’t know what he’ll do. I’d actually like to know who the hell gave him the letter. Who else loves Vic? Don’t get me wrong, Vic is beautiful and very attraction, but…he’s mine.

“But, Vic-” He cut me off again, sending my blood to charge through my veins and signaling my head to scream at him. Luckily, I kept that under control.

“Jaime, you’re great and honestly so damn sweet. I love you sooo-”

It was my turn to interrupt him. “VIC!” I finalled screamed at him.

His smiled faded and his energy level shot down quicker than someone saying what in the actual fuck? He bit his bottom lip and stared at me with pensive glassy eyes.

“Hate to break it to you, but I never sent you another letter. I’m sorry but it’s true,” I admitted, patting his back to ensure him that I wasn’t trying to sound mediocre.

He slowly backed away from me. “What? You didn’t? Then who put this letter in my locker?” he asked, pullin it out of his pocket. He handed it to me and I read it aloud…

Victor,

It’s time for you to realize the whole truth.
There’s a huge spark between us; I see it and I know you see it too.
You are so beautiful that I don’t think words can express you’re beauty.
From the first time I saw you, I knew you were the one.
But I guess things have changed from that moment.
You honestly don’t know what you mean to me.
I smile because I think of you and I blush.
I want to be closer to you and right now, that’s a problem.
The day you cared enough to help me out when I truly needed it the most
Is the day that I realized you were for me.
I fell in love from the moment we kissed.
Since then, we’ve been history.
I’m yearning to tell you how I really feel but I just can’t.
You won’t understand.
You make me happy whether you know it or not.
I wish you knew that you are the one that I want for the rest of days.
But…they say that love is forever; your forever is all that I need.
This one’s for you.
All I can say is…
I really love you.

-anonymous


Hmmm…

“Wow, this person really must feel for you. Are you sure you don’t know who put this in your locker?” I asked, assuring him that it wasn’t me. “Did you get this today?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I was hoping it was you because this is too beautiful. I got it today because I didn’t see it yesterday. I don’t know anyone who loves me the way you do. I’m mean to everyone so who could possibly love me?”

I gave him a doubtful but cute glare. “Oh, Vic, you’re not mean to everyone, although you are an ungrateful bastard,” I joked, nudging his arm roughly. He gawked at me as I stepped away from him to pick up my shirt and slide it over my shoulders.

“I AM NOT! I’m probably one of the nicest assholes you’re ever going to meet so I wouldn’t be talking if I were you!” He shot back.

I gave him a playful stare. “Yeah, whatever,” I smiled.

*Vic’s POV*

I quickly glanced at the clock, completely forgetting that I had to be somewhere after school.

“Oh shit! Uh, Jaime, I forget that I had to be at Kellin’s today. He’s going to kill me if I’m any later than I am now! He said it was urgent.”

“That’s fine. Don’t forget your letter, baby,”

I love when he called me baby. It made me feel needed and loved. But now that someone else has feelings for me scares me; not knowing who the person is frightens me the most.

I kissed Jaime good-bye and scrambled out the door, jumping in the car and zooming off to Kellin’s place.

When I got there, I saw Kellin leaning against his…..WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!

I quickly jumped out of the car and rushed over to him. He pulled the overly-large white sheet off of his new car like they do in the commercials.

“WOW KELLIN! HOW THE HELL DID YOU AFFORD THIS?! THIS IS OVER 2.7 MILLION DOLLARS! HOW…HOW?!” I was so shocked at the sight of his new car that I almost fainted.

“Do you like it?!” he chuckled. “I hit the jackpot yesterday at the casino and you were the first person I wanted to tell! I wanted a new car so I bought a Bugatti!”

“Fuck yeah! I love it! You gotta get me a ride in that!” I beamed with delight.

“Later ok? But for now, I gotta tell you other stuff. Come in the house.”

I sat down on the couch along with Kellin who flipped on the TV.

“So I finally picked a name for my band. It’s called Sleeping with Sirens! How does that sound?”

“It sounds great,” I said, trying not to ask him about the letter. I want to ask everyone I know about it so maybe they can help me figure out who gave it to me.

“We already have five songs finished.”

“I’m proud of you, Kels. That’s so great, but I need to ask you something.”

“Umm, ok shoot.”

“Well,” I began. “someone left a cute letter in my locker. Maybe you can tell me who wrote it?” I shoved my hand into my pocket, swimming around in search of it. It was under a couple of dimes and quarters. I handed him the letter for him to read. He instantly went wide-eyed and answered quite quickly.

“Actually, I DO know who wrote it,” he said, very sure of his answer.

“Who?!”

“If I tell you, you must promise not to tell anyone.”

“I promise.” I faced him and crossed my legs on the couch.

He leaned his head on the arm of the couch. He hesitated for a second. “……….It was me.”

“…What?” I don’t think I heard him correctly. Did he just say….

“It was me, Vic. I wrote the letter.”

I sat up. My heart literally skipped a beat when he said that. “But…why?”

He came closer to me. “It pretty much speaks for itself,” he said, referring to “it” as the letter.

I briskly stood up. “How…how can you possibly love me? What have I ever done for you to think that I like you more than a friend?”

“Did you not read the letter the right way? From the day I was down on the ground in middle school, completely helpless and knowing I couldn’t do anything about it, you defended me and told the bullies to back away. And the day we kissed…it felt so right.”

“Kellin, do you hear yourself when you talk? I used to be one of those bullies! And that kiss wasn’t anything, remember? You even told me that yourself! I have a boyfriend and I love him. How could you think for a second that I would even consider loving you in that way?”

“What if…I told you…that…I…”

“Tell me what, Kels?” I asked moving my body as close as possible to him.

He carefully tried backing away from me. I grabbed his wrist and he winced in pain. I gave him a confused look. He squeezed his hand right through mine. He pulled away from me and tried running up the stairs. I forcefully dragged him by the back of his shirt and shoved him against the wall, him crying out in pain again. I pulled up his sleeve by an inch, only to have him stop me.

“No, Vic. Please,” he voice trembling as he stared in my worried eyes.

“Kellin…” I urged.

He let up. I slowly pulled up his sleeve and saw deep gashes and cuts engraved in his arm along with his wrist. Tears shed from his glassy eyes and fell on his shirt.

“W-Why? Why did you do this?” I questioned, devasted that he hurt himself. “I thought you were doing so well. Why did you relapse? Your band is successful and all! What made you want to cut again?”

“I…I don’t know. Not seeing you as much anymore probably sent me straight to the cabinet.”

I pulled him into me and rubbed his back with comforting circles. “Don’t do that again ok? Please! I can’t lose you. We’ve been friends for way too long for you to go now.”

“But I’m so fucking ugly and no one will ever love me,” he said crying into my shoulder. "No one thinks I'm beautiful and I’m a fuck up.”

I pushed his chin up so he could face me. I wanted him to see what I was about to do. I rolled up his sleeve and kissed the scars on his skin. “I still think you’re beautiful and I don’t ever want to lose my best friend.”

He placed his head back in the crook of my neck. I slowly moved away to pull his chin up once again, only this time, I pushed my lips to his and cupped his cheek in my hand. I angled my face to deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He pressed me against the wall, roaming his hands under my shirt.

“Hey, Vic, you forgot your…”

The front door slammed open and when I noticed who it was, I quickly moved my face from Kellin’s mouth and shoved him away from me. I tried to catch my breath to start explaining.

“Hey, Jaime,” Kellin managed to say.

He gave him a dirty look and threw my book at my chest. “I wanted to drop off your book for leaving it at my house. And now, that’s not the only thing I’m going to leave. How could you, Vic?”

Before I could explain myself, he placed his hand up in the air. “Don’t bother. We’re through.” He slammed the door and left our presence.

“I’m so sorry, Vic. I didn’t mean t-”

I cut Kellin off, screaming for Jaime and running out the door. “JAIME, WAIT! IT‘S NOT WHAT YOU THINK, I SWEAR!”

I couldn’t help running to Jaime and leaving Kellin by himself. The love of my life just told me that we’re through. I wasn’t going to let that slide because he doesn’t know why I kissed Kellin! He was having some troubles and I was just trying to comfort him.

Jaime can’t run out on me. He doesn’t know the story. He doesn’t know why I kissed him. I love Jaime so much. I can’t handle losing him. I need him in my life. I just can’t lose him. I can’t.

Notes

*title credit: Pierce the Veil and Ace Hood;) my other main nigga<3 (not racist i swear i just love saying that! black ppl call white ppl nigga all the damn time!) so it's ok...right?!
*James Dean, Audrey Hepburn reference;) multiple ones!
*The Mortician's Daughter reference:D
*Happy reference;* multiple ones!
*This One's For You reference:P
*A Match Into Water reference;PPP

Comments

Would really like to see a sequel :)

I just started reading this and im on chapter five then I accidently read the top comment about Jaime dying and now im pissed at myself

You little fucker JAIME IS NOT ALOUD TO DIE I CRYED FOR THREE CHAPTERS STRIGHT but it was nice that you put him memories at the end it's a great story

Ptvlover213 Ptvlover213
5/30/15

DUDE I READ THIS IN 3 DAYS AND RN ITS 1:52 AM AND BAWLING MY EYES OUT LIKE HELLA NOT ONLY BECAUSE OF THE ENDING BUT MY FRIEND'S GOLDFISH JUST DIED AND I COULDN'T HELP TO BE EMOTIONAL BUT GODAMN IT

@piercethevie

Sorry, I just really freaking love this story and I kinda lost it when you killed Jaime.