This Love Was Out of Control
Don't Tell Vic
*Kellin’s POV*
It’s been a couple months now and the tour was finally coming to an end. Vic told me a long time ago (when he won the Final Five) that he wanted to perform a song with me, so we literally made it happen. King For A Day was a total hit! The fans are the ones who brought us together mostly, not just Vic asking me to call him sometime.
Apparently, I’ve been in charge of watching Copeland. I didn’t wanna stop watching her though. I was having a blast making her constantly laugh the whole time. But once you turn your head for one second, she will literally leap away from you.
“Get back here, you silly girl!” Copeland crawled away from me and aimed for the stage. I stood up and ran after her. “Not on my watch.” She instantly pouted her lips at me and prolonged her arms out towards the stage. I picked her up and stood on the side stage, while Pierce the Veil was just finishing up. “Look, Cope! There’s your Dada and Papa.”
"Daa..P-P."
*Vic’s POV*
“Thanks for the amazing show! Till next time, guys!” Cheers and yells came from the audience. “Since it’s the last show, we have a surprise for everyone. I‘m gonna bring Copeland out on stage with us, but you have to be very quiet or else you‘ll scare her.” I motioned for Kellin to bring Copeland on stage. I took her in my arms and pinned her to my hip. The “awws” already started when Kellin walked on stage with her.
Jaime quickly walked over to me. “Hey, Cope! Look at all your fans smiling at you.”
Her head rotated to the audience and she smiled widely.
“There’s that cute smile,” I said to her, playing with her hair. I turned to Kellin and he quickly took her off stage. “Great show everyone! You guys were fucking awesome!”
Jaime and I ran backstage to situate ourselves when we saw something so amazing.
“Annnnd up like a plane! Pshhhhhhhhh!” Kellin was pretending that Copeland was an airplane, lifting her up to the ceiling. “Oh no, Pilot Copeland is losing fuel!” He swiftly, but carely, dropped his hands down closer to his face and kissed her, bringing her back up to the ceiling. “And back up she goes, right to the sky!”
He noticed that Jaime and I were eyeing him. “Pilot Copeland must come in for a landing because she has two Mexican parents staring awkwardly at the co-pilot.”
“You’re retarded as fuck,” I told him wiping off the sweat on my face.
Jaime took her out of Kellin’s hands and walked to the bus.
“At least I kept her occupied. Come on, you gotta give it to me. She was laughing the whole time,” Kellin admitted.
“Yeah, you’d be a great dad.”
He went dead silent after I said that.
I looked at him, confused. “You okay, Kels?”
“Me? Uh yeah, I’m…fine.”
What’s wrong with him?
~~~
The day went really well, but it was time to relax and settle in. It wasn’t as late as I thought it would be, being only 11:30 at night, Copeland was supposed to be in bed, but she just wasn’t tired. She’s gonna fuss like hell in the morning.
It has been a great two and a half months touring with my friends, but it was time for it to come to an end. I got even closer to Jenna and Kellin wasn’t having any breakdowns. To be honest, the best part about it was having the love of my lives with me the whole time; Jaime and Copeland.
Jaime was watching TV while Copeland and I were sitting on the couch playing with each other. She thinks it’s so damn funny to pull on my hair. She laughs every time I struggle to loosen her grip.
“Cope, that hurts,” I pouted. I veiled my eyes with my hands and pretended to cry, making fake sounds escape my mouth. Her laughing stopped and she went completely silent.
Little puppy sounds surrounded the room. I felt a tiny hand on my head, swaying on the spot where my hair was pulled.
“P-P…mmm…mmmmmm. Paaa.”
“Vic, stop pretending!” Jaime bellowed, swiping my hands away from my face. “Didn’t you just hear her?!”
“What?” I said, obviously dumbfounded.
“She’s trying to say Papa! Pretend to cry again.”
I covered my eyes once more, letting myself weep.
A couple more taps hit my head. “Paa-P-P…mm…Paa-Phh.” Copeland was wailing now.
“Keep crying, Vic!” Jaime demanded.
“Paaaap-P-Papaaaaaa,” she said hitting my head, trying to help me stop crying.
I lifted my head and saw her pouting. I quickly covered my eyes so she wouldn’t see me faking it.
“Paapaaaaa-Paaaaaaaaa-Papa.”
I lifted my head again and smiled widely. “Good girl!” I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. I kissed her cheek about ten times before she shifted her face away from mine. “She said Papa, Jaime!” I cheered.
“I know. I just got that all on tape,” he smiled.
~~~
*Jaime’s POV*
Copeland said her first word last night. Papa. It wasn’t Dada, but it was still something. I feel like she’s getting really close to Vic now, and that makes me a happy dad. Vic also took my word for it. He cuddles with her more, makes her laugh, really shows her love. I kind of get the feeling he took over my part of the job.
Mike and Tony were pleased to know little Cope was sort of talking now. I mean she gets sound effects out all the time, it’s not something new, but her forming actual words surprised us. She’s only about three months and she’s already talking. Smart baby.
“When are you going to tell him, Jaime?” Tony asked with hopelessness in his voice.
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed heavily. “I don’t know. I’m petrified. I’m scared. I’m afraid. Tony, if I tell him, it’ll break his heart. I can’t tell him.”
“But you will, right? Right?!”
I knelt my head down and scratched my head.
“Jaime, you have to tell him. You can’t keep it from him.”
“I know. I just don’t know when or how to say it. I know how he is. He’ll either flip a fucking shit or cry…or worse, both. I don‘t want to see him cry.”
Oh my God.
You’re gonna hurt him badly. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but he’s gonna cry over you. You won’t be there for him. You’re going to leave him behind unintentionally, without a warning, without saying good-bye. And to be honest, it's not gonna be your fault.
Kellin. How? How did he know?
When I got engaged to Vic, we told everyone in school the next day, but Kellin was the one that wasn’t impressed with it. That’s when I pulled him aside and asked him why he wasn’t happy for us, and that’s when he…told me I would hurt him. He said something bad was going to happen.
How the hell did he know? Is he psychic or something?
“Either way, he’s going to cry. Vic can get very emotional and break down on the spot. Remember when you passed out at one of the shows and he freaked out?”
I chuckled. “Yeah,” I said quietly.
“Tell him, Jaime. If he loves you like he says he does, then he’ll definitely understand. I know it. Just don‘t hide it from him.”
~~~
I chilled with Kellin for a while because I wanted answers. Well, I wouldn't really call it 'chilling'.
“So what’s up, Jaime? It has been a while since I’ve spoken with you, well, I mean, had a real conversation with you.”
I had a mournful look on my face. “Maybe we should sit down.” I really hope I don’t take it over the line.
He gulped hard. It’s like he already knows what I’m going to say.
“Why the long face? Is something wrong?”
“Yes, and I think you know what it’s about.”
“I do?” He looked side to side and took a deep breath. “What’s this about?”
“You cursed me.”
“What?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Quinn. You cursed me.”
“I don’t know what you’re-”
I stood up and grasped him by the shirt, springing him up with me. “How the hell did you know something bad was going to happen to me?!”
“I d-don’t understand. What do you mean something bad?”
“You said I was going to hurt Vic, and I did!”
“W-What did you do to him?”
“He doesn’t know anything yet and I’m deadly afraid of telling him.” I let go of his shirt, but still stood face to face with him. I locked my fingers in my hair, desparely trying not to break a tear from my eye. “I can’t tell him.”
“It all depends on what you did, Jaime. What exactly did you do?”
“It’s not something I did. It’s something I couldn’t control. And you were right, it’s not even my fault.”
“Did…did you have an affair?”
“No, nothing like that. I love Vic, I would never cheat on him for no bitch.”
“Then what is it?”
“Promise me you won’t tell Vic if I tell you?”
“Promise.”
I whispered everything in his ear. I pulled away slightly and waited for his reaction.
He backed away from me and covered his mouth. “J-Jaime…oh my God, no. No no no, are you serious? You...you can’t. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t say anything to Vic. You promised. I have to tell him myself. When I’m ready, I’ll tell him. But for now, I’m scared.”
“He’ll be crushed, heartbroken. I don't know what to say. I'm just...I'm so sorry.”
“I know. That’s why I’m terrified to tell him. I don’t know for sure how he’ll react.”
“Who else knows besides me?” he asked curiously.
“Just Tony and Mike,” I admitted. “Remember, not a word to Vic, or I’ll never forgive you.”
It’s been a couple months now and the tour was finally coming to an end. Vic told me a long time ago (when he won the Final Five) that he wanted to perform a song with me, so we literally made it happen. King For A Day was a total hit! The fans are the ones who brought us together mostly, not just Vic asking me to call him sometime.
Apparently, I’ve been in charge of watching Copeland. I didn’t wanna stop watching her though. I was having a blast making her constantly laugh the whole time. But once you turn your head for one second, she will literally leap away from you.
“Get back here, you silly girl!” Copeland crawled away from me and aimed for the stage. I stood up and ran after her. “Not on my watch.” She instantly pouted her lips at me and prolonged her arms out towards the stage. I picked her up and stood on the side stage, while Pierce the Veil was just finishing up. “Look, Cope! There’s your Dada and Papa.”
"Daa..P-P."
*Vic’s POV*
“Thanks for the amazing show! Till next time, guys!” Cheers and yells came from the audience. “Since it’s the last show, we have a surprise for everyone. I‘m gonna bring Copeland out on stage with us, but you have to be very quiet or else you‘ll scare her.” I motioned for Kellin to bring Copeland on stage. I took her in my arms and pinned her to my hip. The “awws” already started when Kellin walked on stage with her.
Jaime quickly walked over to me. “Hey, Cope! Look at all your fans smiling at you.”
Her head rotated to the audience and she smiled widely.
“There’s that cute smile,” I said to her, playing with her hair. I turned to Kellin and he quickly took her off stage. “Great show everyone! You guys were fucking awesome!”
Jaime and I ran backstage to situate ourselves when we saw something so amazing.
“Annnnd up like a plane! Pshhhhhhhhh!” Kellin was pretending that Copeland was an airplane, lifting her up to the ceiling. “Oh no, Pilot Copeland is losing fuel!” He swiftly, but carely, dropped his hands down closer to his face and kissed her, bringing her back up to the ceiling. “And back up she goes, right to the sky!”
He noticed that Jaime and I were eyeing him. “Pilot Copeland must come in for a landing because she has two Mexican parents staring awkwardly at the co-pilot.”
“You’re retarded as fuck,” I told him wiping off the sweat on my face.
Jaime took her out of Kellin’s hands and walked to the bus.
“At least I kept her occupied. Come on, you gotta give it to me. She was laughing the whole time,” Kellin admitted.
“Yeah, you’d be a great dad.”
He went dead silent after I said that.
I looked at him, confused. “You okay, Kels?”
“Me? Uh yeah, I’m…fine.”
What’s wrong with him?
~~~
The day went really well, but it was time to relax and settle in. It wasn’t as late as I thought it would be, being only 11:30 at night, Copeland was supposed to be in bed, but she just wasn’t tired. She’s gonna fuss like hell in the morning.
It has been a great two and a half months touring with my friends, but it was time for it to come to an end. I got even closer to Jenna and Kellin wasn’t having any breakdowns. To be honest, the best part about it was having the love of my lives with me the whole time; Jaime and Copeland.
Jaime was watching TV while Copeland and I were sitting on the couch playing with each other. She thinks it’s so damn funny to pull on my hair. She laughs every time I struggle to loosen her grip.
“Cope, that hurts,” I pouted. I veiled my eyes with my hands and pretended to cry, making fake sounds escape my mouth. Her laughing stopped and she went completely silent.
Little puppy sounds surrounded the room. I felt a tiny hand on my head, swaying on the spot where my hair was pulled.
“P-P…mmm…mmmmmm. Paaa.”
“Vic, stop pretending!” Jaime bellowed, swiping my hands away from my face. “Didn’t you just hear her?!”
“What?” I said, obviously dumbfounded.
“She’s trying to say Papa! Pretend to cry again.”
I covered my eyes once more, letting myself weep.
A couple more taps hit my head. “Paa-P-P…mm…Paa-Phh.” Copeland was wailing now.
“Keep crying, Vic!” Jaime demanded.
“Paaaap-P-Papaaaaaa,” she said hitting my head, trying to help me stop crying.
I lifted my head and saw her pouting. I quickly covered my eyes so she wouldn’t see me faking it.
“Paapaaaaa-Paaaaaaaaa-Papa.”
I lifted my head again and smiled widely. “Good girl!” I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. I kissed her cheek about ten times before she shifted her face away from mine. “She said Papa, Jaime!” I cheered.
“I know. I just got that all on tape,” he smiled.
~~~
*Jaime’s POV*
Copeland said her first word last night. Papa. It wasn’t Dada, but it was still something. I feel like she’s getting really close to Vic now, and that makes me a happy dad. Vic also took my word for it. He cuddles with her more, makes her laugh, really shows her love. I kind of get the feeling he took over my part of the job.
Mike and Tony were pleased to know little Cope was sort of talking now. I mean she gets sound effects out all the time, it’s not something new, but her forming actual words surprised us. She’s only about three months and she’s already talking. Smart baby.
“When are you going to tell him, Jaime?” Tony asked with hopelessness in his voice.
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed heavily. “I don’t know. I’m petrified. I’m scared. I’m afraid. Tony, if I tell him, it’ll break his heart. I can’t tell him.”
“But you will, right? Right?!”
I knelt my head down and scratched my head.
“Jaime, you have to tell him. You can’t keep it from him.”
“I know. I just don’t know when or how to say it. I know how he is. He’ll either flip a fucking shit or cry…or worse, both. I don‘t want to see him cry.”
Oh my God.
You’re gonna hurt him badly. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but he’s gonna cry over you. You won’t be there for him. You’re going to leave him behind unintentionally, without a warning, without saying good-bye. And to be honest, it's not gonna be your fault.
Kellin. How? How did he know?
When I got engaged to Vic, we told everyone in school the next day, but Kellin was the one that wasn’t impressed with it. That’s when I pulled him aside and asked him why he wasn’t happy for us, and that’s when he…told me I would hurt him. He said something bad was going to happen.
How the hell did he know? Is he psychic or something?
“Either way, he’s going to cry. Vic can get very emotional and break down on the spot. Remember when you passed out at one of the shows and he freaked out?”
I chuckled. “Yeah,” I said quietly.
“Tell him, Jaime. If he loves you like he says he does, then he’ll definitely understand. I know it. Just don‘t hide it from him.”
~~~
I chilled with Kellin for a while because I wanted answers. Well, I wouldn't really call it 'chilling'.
“So what’s up, Jaime? It has been a while since I’ve spoken with you, well, I mean, had a real conversation with you.”
I had a mournful look on my face. “Maybe we should sit down.” I really hope I don’t take it over the line.
He gulped hard. It’s like he already knows what I’m going to say.
“Why the long face? Is something wrong?”
“Yes, and I think you know what it’s about.”
“I do?” He looked side to side and took a deep breath. “What’s this about?”
“You cursed me.”
“What?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Quinn. You cursed me.”
“I don’t know what you’re-”
I stood up and grasped him by the shirt, springing him up with me. “How the hell did you know something bad was going to happen to me?!”
“I d-don’t understand. What do you mean something bad?”
“You said I was going to hurt Vic, and I did!”
“W-What did you do to him?”
“He doesn’t know anything yet and I’m deadly afraid of telling him.” I let go of his shirt, but still stood face to face with him. I locked my fingers in my hair, desparely trying not to break a tear from my eye. “I can’t tell him.”
“It all depends on what you did, Jaime. What exactly did you do?”
“It’s not something I did. It’s something I couldn’t control. And you were right, it’s not even my fault.”
“Did…did you have an affair?”
“No, nothing like that. I love Vic, I would never cheat on him for no bitch.”
“Then what is it?”
“Promise me you won’t tell Vic if I tell you?”
“Promise.”
I whispered everything in his ear. I pulled away slightly and waited for his reaction.
He backed away from me and covered his mouth. “J-Jaime…oh my God, no. No no no, are you serious? You...you can’t. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t say anything to Vic. You promised. I have to tell him myself. When I’m ready, I’ll tell him. But for now, I’m scared.”
“He’ll be crushed, heartbroken. I don't know what to say. I'm just...I'm so sorry.”
“I know. That’s why I’m terrified to tell him. I don’t know for sure how he’ll react.”
“Who else knows besides me?” he asked curiously.
“Just Tony and Mike,” I admitted. “Remember, not a word to Vic, or I’ll never forgive you.”
Notes
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7/4/15