The pact

Luna’s POV
As soon as I stepped into my house, everything had felt different. It was weird to be here on my own. I didn’t have to fear for my mother here, I wouldn’t have to hide things or be quiet anymore. At the other hand, I did have to provide food for myself. And I needed to keep the place clean.
I placed my backpack on the dinner table, something my mom would never let me do. I looked around the place and everything was quiet. My eyes stopped at the pile of mail that was on the doormat.
I grabbed them and looked through them. Taxes, taxes, insurance, taxes. Jeez, if growing up meant that I have this much to pay, then I’ll pass on growing up.
On the bottom of the stash was a flyer that drew my attention, though. It said that there was a CD-store opening nearby. And they were still looking for employees!
I stared at the piece of paper in my hand for a while. If I had a job, then I was maybe able to save for a cell phone, or maybe even a car in the far future. And I wouldn’t be depended of my parents’ money anymore. And as soon as I finished school, I would at least have a steady base to move out of here. Which I was definitely going to do. I wanted to finish high-school, but there was no way I was going to stay in this fucking house with my fucking mom.
I turned the flyer around and there was a phone number on the back of it. I considered calling them, it said that they were available to call until eight in the evening. I eyed the clock in the kitchen. Ten minutes to eight. Perfect timing, Luna.
I took the phone from a shelve in the living room and dialled the number on the back of the flyer. After a few beeps, they answered it. “CD and game store ‘crash’, you’re speaking with Amanda, how can I help you?” the woman at the other end of the line said way too fast for me to follow.
“Yes, you’re speaking with Luna Fall. I’m living only a few blocks away to the street where you are going to open up a new store and I was wondering if I could apply for a job.” I said as polite as my mom taught me.
“We still need a few people. I just need to ask you a few questions over the phone before I can invite you for an appointment. Is that okay to you?” she asked and I noticed she had a friendly voice.
The phone let out three beeps, meaning that there was another incoming call. I raised my eyebrow. Who would be calling me right now? Whoever it was could probably wait.
“Yes sure. One second, please.” I said a bit rushed and took the phone away from my ear. I clicked the second call away without looking at the number and then put the phone against my again.
“Excuse me for that. Please, go ahead.” I said.
“It’s okay. So you have to be at least sixteen to get the job. May I ask how old you are?” Amanda the telephonist asked.
“I’m seventeen, so that won’t be a problem. I do still go to school, I hope that’s no problem.” I said, hoping to god it wasn’t. How cool would it be to work at a CD store?
“Oh that’s great! And not at all, we’re mainly searching for someone to work on Saturday’s. Are you available then?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am.” I said. Beep. Beep. Beep. I clicked the call away again. It was probably my parents who wanted to yell at me for leaving. I would deal with them later.
“So lastly, why do you want to work with us? After this question we will make an appointment for an interview. But I must say you have a good chance, Ms. Fall.” Amanda said.
I was just about to answer that I wanted to be a music producer after school and that I had a big love for music, when the phone beeped again. Now I started to get a little scared instead of annoyed. Was there something wrong? “Excuse me for a second.” I said and I looked at the number of the incoming call. To my surprise it was the number of Vic’s house. It was weird, because normally he would call me with his cell phone. But without a doubt I answered the call, which maybe wasn’t smart, but when did I actually make smart decisions?
“Hello?” I asked and my heart started beating twice as fast.
“Hello Luna. You’re speaking with Victor.” The voice at the other end of the phone said, but it wasn’t Vic’s voice, it was the voice of his father. Why would he be calling me?
“Hello sir.” I said a little unsure.
“Luna, I’m calling you because something is wrong with Vic. Can you come to our house?” he said and I couldn’t quite place the emotion in his voice. I think it was sadness, but I wasn’t sure. I had never heard Vic’s father sad before.
“I don’t think he wants to see me, sir. I don’t think I can help either.” I said, but my mind went to things that could be wrong with him.
“That’s the thing. Vivian and I think you’re the only that can help us right now. Please Luna, we really don’t know what to do.” He said and I was a bit blown away by the fact that he just begged me.
Something was wrong and I would drop anything, anytime to make sure Vic was okay. Even an amazing job opportunity like this. “I’m on my way.” I said and I clicked both the calls away.

Vic’s POV
I woke up to the rising sun shining through my curtains. The light hit my eyes. I squinted them and eventually slowly opened them.
I felt a soft surface underneath me…but I fell asleep on the floor…I was pretty sure about that. I moved my arms up to take away the sheets off my body.
I was still wearing my clothes I wore yesterday, but that wasn’t the weirdest about all of this. My left underarm was completely bandaged. At first I didn’t understand, but then it hit me: my mom.
Holy fucking shit. She must’ve found me on the floor of my room…with cuts in my arm…and blood on the floor. I could only imagine the shock and fear she must’ve gone through. She didn’t know about what I did to myself and I don’t think she even knew what self-harm was. I was actually surprised she didn’t freak out and called an ambulance or something.
Then I thought about why I had done it. Luna. God, I had been so fucking stupid. Everything I had done seemed to backfire in my face. I was so disappointed in myself. In only a week time I had managed to break up with my girlfriend, send her away when she wanted to get me back and break my three months of being clean.
Well, I guess I just needed to pick myself up and try again. I had always had trouble doing that, it was so much easier to just give up, but I had learned that that wasn’t always the answer to all of my problems. That’s how I got in that whole mess with the pact anyway. I gave up standing up to Ryan and that’s how I drifted more and more down in depression.
I still didn’t really know what to do about Luna, but that was for another time. First I needed to face my mom. I didn’t want to, but it needed to happen sometime.
I dragged myself out of bed and got to the stairs. My hair was probably one big mess now and I think I had really big bags under my eyes, but I didn’t care. I just wanted this to be over with.
When I entered the living room, I saw my dad sitting on the couch watching TV. From the sound of it, I figured it was sports. The smell of bacon filled my nose, so my mom was probably in the kitchen making breakfast.
My dad looked up from the TV and then saw me. His eyes got big and I think I saw fear in them. Did he see me like that too? He probably did. My mom would’ve gotten my dad to figure out what to do. “He’s awake, Vivian!” He yelled towards the kitchen, but he kept his eyes on me. Like I could fall apart any moment.
I heard the familiar, short and fast footsteps of my mother come closer. I took a deep breath. I had no idea of how they were going to react.
My mom appeared from around the corner and mimicked the expression of my dad. She looked at me from head to toe and then hugged me without any warning. “¡Mi hijo!” she cried out and she placed one of her hands behind my head. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Victor.”
I awkwardly hugged her back, not really sure what to say. My mom let go of me, but still held both my upper arms. “Don’t ever scare us like that again!” she said and I saw a hint of sadness in her eyes. It was never my intension to upset my parents. And again I had let down more people. “I’m sorry, mom.” I said looking down at the floor.
“Sit down, Victor. It’s okay, we understand.” My dad said. I looked at him and his face was calm. How did they understand? What did they think happened?
“What?...how-“ I started and looked between both my parents. My mom sighed and let me to the nearest chair. “Just sit down, Victor.”
I let my mom lead me to the chair, still a bit confused. My mom sat down next to my dad on the couch and looked at me with a serious look. The kind of look they gave me when they wanted to have ‘the talk’ with me or the time I had crashed my new bike into a wall.
“I found you yesterday on the floor with blood on your arms and on the floor.” My mom said. I knew she had, but to hear her say it was more horrible. I was actually hoping I could’ve kept it from my mother forever. “As you can probably understand, I freaked out. I thought you were dead! I thought you had committed suicide!”
I grew a little paler at her words. I was in such a weird state yesterday, I honestly don’t recall why I didn’t just clean the place up and went to bed after. I looked down at my hands when my mom continued talking.
“I called your dad, because I had felt that you still had a pulse and your breathing was steady and so I found out you were in fact alive. I didn’t know if I needed to call an ambulance, but your dad said that you wouldn’t bleed out from three cuts. So we just bandaged your arm and laid you in bed. But it kept bothering me to not know why you actually did it. So I decided to call Luna.”
My head shot straight up at the sound of her name. “You did what?!” I said a bit too loud. The last thing she needed now was for my parents to bother her. Or for her to worry about me. She wasn’t supposed to after the amount of crappy things I did.
“Calm down, Vic.” My dad said and he made calming gestures with his hands. “She came immediately and checked on you. When we asked her about it, she didn’t want to tell us at first, she thought it was a thing you needed to tell us instead of her. But we practically begged her, because we just wanted to know what was wrong with you. You understand that, right? That we do everything we can for you and your brother’s sake?”
I sighed and nodded. I felt bad for raising my voice. My parents only wanted to help me, I was so lucky to have them. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Please continue.” I said, but the fact that she had been her still floated through my mind.
“She told us you have done this type of thing more often.” My mom continued. “But that you actually were actually trying to stop since a few months ago. She told us that you have helped her a lot with her struggles with the same problem too.”
I hated the word ‘problem’ in this context. It made me feel like I was crazy or something. They probably thought I was crazy.
“She told us that it was a pretty normal thing and it’s considered an addiction. She told us not to be mad at you, so we aren’t.” My dad said. “But I do want to let you know, that we’re here for you, Vic. We know your teenage years weren’t really easy and we’re actually proud that you still grew up to be a talented, polite and happy young man. You even stopped to be a good role model for Mike and we have a lot of respect for that.”
I looked at my parents and it seemed like they really meant it. They didn’t just say it to make me feel better. But how could they possibly be proud of me? “I keep making mistakes lately.” I said softly, but I guess they still heard me.
“This is just a minor fall back, Vic. You will get back up again.” My dad said and I felt a bit of courage. There’s just something about the way my father telling me that I could do something, that made me think like I could really do it. When I was three I used to believe my dad was always right. Maybe I still kind of did.
“I can’t believe you guys are so calm about this.” I said, telling my other thought out loud.
“Oh believe me, darling. We weren’t at first. We were completely panicking, until Luna explained everything to us.” My mother said.
My face grew pale again. “Yeah, that was the other mistake I made.” I mumbled.
“The break up with Luna? Why don’t you go get her back, darling?” My mom said, somehow her voice sounded kind of happy. “She still adores you a lot. She even stayed by your bed for a while!”
With those words a lost memory returned to my mind. She had been in my room yesterday…I had woken up and I had seen her beautiful blue eyes hoovering over me. I suddenly remembered!
I had actually been sort of half-awake. I was in that state between sleep and consciousness. “W-what are you doing here?” I asked her, my voice sounded far away, like it wasn’t mine.
“sssh. Go back to sleep again.” She said softly. She traced my hair out of my face and looked at me with so much love. It was dark, but I could still see her features very clear.
Like she was an angel send from heaven, I obeyed her order and started to drift off again. “I love you.” I said still hanging on to consciousness with only my pink.
The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes again, was her smiling face. “I love you too, Vic.” She had said and those words echoed through my head as I fell asleep again.
I snapped back to reality with a new sense of clarity. What was I still doing here? I needed to get her back! Nothing mattered without her and I needed to tell her that!
I stood up from my chair and quickly walked towards the exit of the living room.
“What are you doing, Victor? We aren’t done talking!” My mom said and I ignored her running up the stairs. I knew exactly what to do. These last past days my head was one big mess. I had no idea why I had done half of the things I had done, but now everything was clear.
I picked up my guitar case, that was standing in the corner of the room. I put the handles over my shoulders and raced back down the stairs. “I’m going to Luna’s house!” I screamed towards the living room as I rushed out of the door.

Luna’s POV
After hours of lying awake in my bed, I had finally managed to fall asleep. As soon as I did, I ended up in a dream. I was at school and I was actually just preparing for a boring English class. Mr. Brown stepped in front of the class and nothing seemed different until he said: “Okay class. Today’s going to be a little different. Today we’re going to talk about music.”
In real life I would’ve wondered what the fuck was wrong with him, but I was dreaming so all I thought was: ‘Holy shit, yes!’
He soon started talking about my favourite bands and I listened interested, even though I knew most of it. After a few minutes of talking he let us make a test and I got an A, because I knew all the answers. Which wasn’t weird, because it wasn’t Mr. Brown who made up all the questions, but I did. Because it was my dream.
At the end of the class he just let us listen to whatever we wanted to listen to. It was a happy dream and I didn’t have them a lot. Even before I had moved to San Diego, most of the dreams I had had were nightmares. They left you scared and sad when you woke up. But good dreams, like this one, made you sad that it didn’t really happened.
I looked up from my head phones as I heard a bang on the window. I saw nothing, so I went back to listening to my music. But the banging on the window kept on. Like someone was throwing something against it. I tried to keep my mind on the music, but slowly
I started to realise that the banging was taking place in real life and that I was actually dreaming.
I moved my pillow over my head and pressed it over my ears, so I wouldn’t hear it and could go back to my dream. But the banging kept going on and trying to not hear it, made me only more focused on the sound. Half asleep I wished the person that was throwing things against my bedroom window, would be hit by a car, not thinking at all about why someone would throw something against my window. All I cared about was falling asleep again.
Eventually the banging stopped and I thanked god for it. I started to drift away again with my pillow still over my head.
Eventually I managed to somehow get back to my dream. Suddenly a song came on of a CD that wasn’t in my Discman, but I didn’t question it, because in dreams the weirdest things happened. It was ‘scattered’ of Green day’s album ‘Nimrod’. There was a weird twist to the song though. There were no drums, no bass and the guitar seemed to ne acoustic instead of electric.
I was getting a bit confused when Billy Joe Armstrong started singing, because it wasn’t him. I slowly opened my eyes and got out of the dream and it took me a few seconds to realise that the song was still going on.
I stepped out of bed, my eyes still closed. What was going on? I followed the sound and almost tripped over a pile of books that were in my way.
When I stood before my window, I realised what was going on and suddenly I was wide awake. The music must’ve come from the person that was throwing stones against my window. I slowly opened the curtain and my eyes grew large when I saw what was going on.
Vic was standing in our garden staring at my window. He was playing ‘scattered’ on his guitar and sung the words towards my window. When he saw me a smile grew across his face.
I rubbed my eyes to see if I was still dreaming, but I was really wide awake. I quickly opened the window so I could listen a little better to the song.

“Open the past and present.
Now and we are there.
Story to tell and I am listening.
Open the past and present.
And the future too.
It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you.”

His version of the song was way slower than Green day’s version and he seemed to put his heart in it. I could still not believe he was doing this. Some people passed on the street and stood still to look. Some were pointing my way and I blushed.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked laughing.
He paused for a minute and looked at me. “I’m serenading you, what does it look like? Can I continue now?” he asked fake-annoyed, but he had a huge smile on his face.
I giggled and I heard some people on the street laugh too. I nodded and he went on playing.
As he was singing, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He was singing this to me and my heart filled with a warm feeling. I was so afraid I had lost him, but this meant that I had him back again.

“I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor.
Reminds me of the times we shared.
Makes me wish that you were here.
Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life.
All the songs have been erased.
Guess I've learned from my mistakes.”

He sang and when he was done the people on the street clapped. I clapped too and smiled on down him. He made a bow to everyone around him and then looked at me. “I’ve been behaving like a total ass and I want to make up for it, if you’ll let me.” He said and everyone was quiet. “I love you and all I want is get you back. I hope you’re not that mad at me, that you don’t want to give me another chance. Because it physically hurts me to be away from you.”
The people on the street ‘aw-ed’ and one girl even mouthed: ‘say yes’ to me. The whole picture made me laugh. I don’t know why. Probably because this whole gesture was the cutest thing ever and because it was somehow extremely funny.
“So please, Luna. Do you want to be my girlfriend again?” He asked.
I pinched myself to check if I wasn’t still dreaming. I was still a bit sleepy from just waking up. I waited for a few seconds to build up a tension, but eventually couldn’t wait anymore and screamed ‘YES!’.
Everyone on the street clapped and cheered. I felt like I was in a movie. Do you know that one scene in Snow white? The one were the prince sings to Snow white who’s in her room? It felt like that.
“Come up here!” I said to him and he eagerly nodded. The people around him slowly returned to their everyday life again, some were still discussing what just happened.
When Vic started clumsily climbing the fence, I said: “You can also come through the front door, you know.”
He looked up to me with a very cute, awkward face and then smiled. “Yeah, I guess you’re parents aren’t home yet. So I don’t have to climb through the window.” He said as he jumped back to the ground again.
I nodded and laughed. He was such an idiot. But he was my idiot again.
I quickly ran downstairs, I almost tripped over the last few steps of the stairs. On my bare feet I ran over the door and unlocked all the locks as fast as I could. Which made everything only take longer of course.
I opened the door and Vic was behind it. His curly hair fell on his shoulders and he wore a red t-shirt that was slightly over-sized. Around his arm was still the bandage his parents had put around his cuts.
As soon as I saw him I took a hold of his hand and pulled him inside. The door closed behind us and without warning he pressed his lips on mine. It had felt like coming home. Like taking a dose of heroin after not having any for days. I put my hand on his chest and let them glide over it, I finally had him back and I just wanted to touch him. I wanted to hold him close, so he could never leave again.
He put his hand on my back and pushed me closer to him. His other hand travelled to the back of my neck and traced the roots of my hair. Our lips moved fast, but not too quickly. Time seemed to stop and only we existed. I threw my arms around him and deepened the kiss. It seemed like I had no control over my actions anymore.
Eventually he slowly pulled back, but our lips still brushed. “Don’t ever leave me again.” I whispered to his lips and I could feel his breath on my lips.
“I won’t. I’m so sorry, Luna. I wasn’t thinking straight. To be honest, I don’t even remember why I did it anymore.” He said, his words were fast and his breath was too.
“I do.” I said moving my hand to his cheek to trace it with my fingers. “We were getting serious, it scared you. It scared me too. But all we need to do is talk about it.”
I felt him nod a little and he pressed a short kiss on my lips. “From now on we talk until our lips are sore and our tongue aches.” He said and I chuckled.
I pulled away from his face and took a hold of his hand. “Come upstairs.” I said and I pulled him to the stairs. He obeyed and followed me, but he kept his eyes on me.
When we were upstairs I closed the window and we sat down on the bed. I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers. I was so happy I could hold him again. I felt like I wanted to do nothing else for the rest of my life.
“So, what first?” he asked and he awkwardly looked around the room. Talking about serious topics wasn’t a talent of either of us.
I took a deep breath. “Firstly, the thing that happened in England. The thing with Ruben. I’ve been thinking about it, and I understand you just wanted to stand up for me. I should’ve explained to you why exactly I didn’t want to cause any drama. I just…I was just so done with drama after everything with Ryan. I was kind of done with fighting with people you know.”
He sighed and traced the palm of my hand with his thumb. “Yeah, well I kind of understand that you didn’t want it. But it would be very nice if you’d tell me that clearly from now on. I’m still a guy, you know…I don’t get these kind of things right away. But to be honest, you told me why you didn’t want to afterwards and I still broke up with you causing more drama.” He said.
I chuckled. “Yeah, you could’ve thought that trough a little better. But it’s okay, it’s in the past. I guess we both have our things to work on. I guess we just have to make a few sacrifices to make this work.” I said and I laid down my head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, you need to explain things to me and I need to think things through before I do them.” He said. “By the way, I still need to thank you for coming back for me and fighting to get me back. I never got the chance to tell how much that meant to me. At the time I was too busy holding on to some stupid reason to keep you away from me.”
My heart lighted up a little. At the time I had felt like he didn’t appreciate at all that I came all the way back from England. Now I knew he was just stubborn, but I guess that was something I already knew about him.
I lifted up my head and gave him a short kiss. “It’s okay. I think if the roles were reversed, you would’ve done the same. Just don’t ever think again that you love me more than I love you. You mean the world to me, okay? I need your friendship and your love like they’re drugs.” I said.
He smiled at me, leaned in and stopped right before my lips. “Well, then let’s drug you.” He said smoothly, then thought about what he had said and cringed. “Sorry for that. I sounded like a rapist.”
I laughed. “It’s okay. It’s kind of cute.”
“I’m a cute rapist?” he asked smirking and I rolled my eyes.
“No, it was cute how you thought you were really smooth and sexy, but you ended up sounding really creepy.” I said.
“That’s cute? Jeez, girls nowadays.”
I swatted his chest and he laughed. I had missed his stupid jokes so much.
I shook my head and returned to a more serious mood. “Okay second topic. I know we’re both cringing to talk about it, because it’s awkward as fuck, but we’re almost adults and we need to talk about it sometime.” I said and I looked away from him. “We need to talk about sex.”
In the corner of my eyes I saw him turn red. “Yeah…So…Where do we start…talking about?” he asked and he honestly never sounded more embarrassed and careful.
I chuckled. “I don’t fucking know. I mean, I think we both know how it works, we just have never done it before. So we basically don’t know anything.” I said, I was definitely the one who was the least awkward about it and that surprised me a lot.
“Are you, like, ready?” he asked and I looked at him again. His eyes were serious.
I nodded. “I think I am. I don’t think you can ever be really ready for it, though. But I want it and I know you’re the one I want to lose my virginity to.” I said.
A smile appeared on his face, it looked like he was honored.
“And you?” I asked.
The smile on his face didn’t disappear. “Definitely, but I’m not the one who has to go through to pain and stuff. I’ve heard it hurts for girls…And you also have the whole thing that happened in the shed.” He said and he looked caring.
I cringed. I didn’t want to think about that. “I didn’t trust them. I trust you. So it’s okay.” I said. “but maybe we could just take little steps. Like, not go all the way immediately. That also means we don’t really have to think about things like condoms yet.” I said and giggled.
His red color returned a bit. “That sounds alright. Take things slow. When do we start?” He asked and he tried really hard to hide his eagerness. Which was the cutest thing ever.
I smiled at him. “No planning. We just do whatever feels right.” I said seductively and I slowly leaned in to kiss his lips. Our lips touched and we moved them in sync. I threw my arms around his neck and he turned around to face me a bit more.
His hands travelled to my waist and left goose bumps on my skin. Our lips kept locked as he gently pushed me down the bed, hovering over me.
He straddled me and I let out a soft moan when he squeezed my thigh. It made him slightly smile against my lips.
This time I couldn’t freak out and stop. We needed to go a little further every time. I wanted to. I loved this boy and trusted him and these kind of things were just a part of life.
I gently pushed him against his chest until he sat up straight. I looked at him and his hair was slightly messy and his lips were a bit swollen from our kiss. He looked sexy.
I suddenly realized I was still in sleep wear. Oh well, it didn’t matter. I tugged at the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I didn’t sleep with a bra on, so I just laid there in my bare chest. Which was very awkward at first. “I think this is a good start.” I said.
His eyes grew big and I honestly never saw something cuter in my life. It made me lot more confident about all of this.
He let out a soft chuckle and took away our awkwardness by kissing me again.

Notes

Heeeeyyy guys!!

So they're back together again! (finally, it took a while). I'm actually really happy, because it means writing the next two chapters will be a lot easier.

So yeah, about the last part. I'm not going to write smut in this story. I don't have a problem with writing smut and I definitely think sex is just part of life and people should just stop bitching about it, but I don't think it fits this story. Soo yeah, just letting you know.

Btw, I discovered polyvore and I can't stop using it! I never knew it was this much fun!

xxxxx

Nicky