Chapter 15 - Final

Hey guys, so it's coming to an end. I realized that it wasn't going too far and I needed to finish it before it started getting weird. I guess this is the last chapter :) I've also been debating on whether I should write a sequel or not, but I don't think I will. 

I'm currently writing a new kellic, it will be called Feel. Check it out once I publish the first chapter ha. 

As you've probably noticed, I've stopped doing comments on the ends of my chapters because it just ruins the moments. 

So I hoped you guys enjoyed this fanfic and I wish it was longer. Thanks for reading, love you guys :) 

(Update: I have now published the first chapter to the sequel. It's called I've Broken Bones For You)

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Chapter 15

Vic's P.O.V.

"What?" I whisper, crushed. "Kellin... Why?" I can't believe he's breaking up with me. And to think we had a chance...

He squeezes my hands reassuringly. I can see in his face that he doesn't want to do this. "Let's be honest, Vic. I don't think you ever liked me. Not in the way I hoped. Maybe you do now, but I doubt it. I'm going to live with my dad, which means I won't be able to see you often. And honey, look at you. You're a mess, and I think it's best for you to work this out without me to distract you." He looks away, releasing my hands. "We were never going to work out anyways."

He looks crushed. Even more so than I, and he's the one doing the breaking up. Because he loved me. Maybe he's right. Maybe I never liked him back and I was just using him to distract me from my problems. Which makes me the jerk.

I nod. "I get it. I completely understand." I don't want to look at him, because now guilt is gnawing away at this ever growing hole in my soul. This will probably be the last time I really see him. Sure, I'll see him for the last day of school and possibly prom. That's not a definite though, because now I have no one to go with and neither does he. He'll probably be gone by then too.

His fingertips brush my wrist gently. "I'm sorry." He whispers. Sorry for what? I don't ask him this though, because I think I may know why. I can tell he's about to turn away, so I lean in quickly and plant a kiss on his cheek. He looks shocked, but the expression quickly fades as he gives me a faint smile.

"I'll see you around, Fuentes." He says.

"You too, Quinn." I say as well, and he turns around, walking away. Leaving me behind. Because everyone always leaves me. "I love you." I whisper to his back, because I barely ever said it to him. I was too proud and too caught up in this mess to remember to say it. I might be lying to myself, but it feels right saying it.

"I love you so fucking much."

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I haven't visited Jaime in a long time. Something about the break up got rid of my tunnel vision. Jenna has been texting me updates, but other than that, I've been productive. I feel like I have to keep myself busy. Maybe it's to distract myself, but now I'm not so sure. I want to fix these problems and I want to face them, step by step. I've been writing songs more often and I've been interacting with my family. To say the least, I've been doing things other than visiting Jaime and kissing Kellin. 

I'm slowly becoming happier. I'm finally realizing that I can do something about this hole in my life. I used to ignore it, fill it, and make it grow larger by causing myself pain. I don't want that anymore. It's over, Black Hole Of Misery, you and I are no longer an item. Get fucking lost. 

So right now I'm sitting with my brother, showing him a few of my songs. He's nodding, tapping out beats on his knees. I might as well share my music with my talented brother. What's there to hide? Nothing really, so I play him the songs.

"Those are great Vic!" Mike exclaims after I'm done."I have a few ideas on what to do with the drums." He plays the recordings of the songs a few times on his phone and nods along, thinking. "Okay, give me a few hours and I'll have stuff." 

I smile. "You don't have to, man." He just rolls his eyes and positions himself behind his drum set. "Take your time." I walk away and go upstairs towards my room. Once I'm inside my little haven, I come across a picture of Kellin and I, like in some cheesy movie. I pick it up, expecting myself to be sad and wanting to reject the emotion. Instead, I start grinning like a fool. Because I am happier now and I truly hope he is too. I guess he was right about things and I feel sorry that I lied to myself, and especially to him. But in the end, I did really love the guy and I'm glad I accepted getting to know him all those weeks ago. I don't regret it, and I maybe one day after all this is cleared, we can catch up and actually be friends. 

I do wonder about what will happen in the future, because there are so many things I never got to think about in the middle of this crisis. I seriously need to clean up my act, because right now, I have no idea what I'm going to do. I need a break.

That's when I realize it's prom night. I must have forgotten, but for some reason, this doesn't seem to bother me at all. I'd rather be alone and happy, than with people who will just remind me of my loss. I wonder how Jenna is doing. I'm quite sure she's with Jaime right now, sitting in her prom dress no doubt. 

I curl my fingers around the curtains that I have kept closed for so long. I should call Jenna, check up on her. But instead, I pull the curtains apart to let in the fading sunlight. Just that little action makes me fill with a happiness I didn't know I still had. It's the happiness that comes from small things, the little things.  

My phone begins to ring. I look at the caller ID, a little surprised that Jenna is the one calling me. I pick up of course. "Hello? What's u-" But before I can say anything else, I hear her crying. I begin to panic, but then I realize that they're not tears of sadness. They're tears of joy. 

"Vic, he's awake! Jaime's awake!" She sounds like she's jumping around the room and I almost drop the phone as a grin almost cracks my face in two. I barely have time to tell her I'll be there as quickly as possible, because I'm already in the car, driving way past the speed limit. 

When I get to the hospital, Jenna is there to meet me. I hug her fiercely, and she's laughing and crying and I think I might be doing the same thing. When she lets go, she's smiling just as wide as I am.

"His parents are so relieved and they're so ecstatic." Jenna says as we go to see Jaime. Once we get there, we are told to wait outside for a few moments. I'm giddy with excitement to see my best friend. He's probably so confused. 

That's when I see the faces of the Preciado's fall. I glance at Jenna, who looks back at me nervously. The doctor comes outside, regarding us, deciding whether to let us in or not. Eventually, he does, so both I and Jenna stumble into the room. Jaime's eyes are wide and he's glancing around the room in what looks like shock. Mrs. Preciado walks over to where Jenna and I are standing. 

"He..." She starts, but her voice fades, "He's doing alright. He just has... Temporary amnesia." 

I take a step back. My breath catches in my throat. He doesn't remember... But how much doesn't he remember?

We're about to find out as Jenna walks calmly over to Jaime's bed. She debates on whether to take his hand, but her hand drops in her decision not to. "Jaime, do you know who I am?" 

Jaime knits his eyebrows together. "Jenna... Jenna Whyler? From school? I was going to ask you to prom." That settles it then. He remembers, but he doesn't remember anything that happened after Jenna showed up in his life. He might remember about Kellin and I, but this is only temporary. He'll figure it out soon.

Jenna nods. It's clear she's holding back tears. "Yes, I'm Jenna Whyler. And you did ask me to prom." 

Jaime raises his eyebrows. "Did you say yes?"

"Of course I did." Jenna answers and Jaime smiles widely. Jenna smiles back and we can feel the hope and relief filling the tiny space. He's going to be alright.

I walk forward slowly, knowing that he remembers me. Jaime spots me, grinning. Jenna moves over to give us some space and I smile sadly at her. She just mouths don't worry. 

"Hey, Jaime." I say. Sure, he's got casts and bandages and wires and all that shit hooked up to him, but he's alright. He's still my best friend, even if he has a little memory defect. 

"Hey Vic." And in that moment, I just know everything between us will be just alright. Everything that happened will be alright. I'll be alright, Jaime will be alright, Jenna will be alright, Kellin will be alright and the whole fucking world will be alright. I smile at my best friend and he smiles back, and we both know we have a lot of catching up to do. 

"I'll remember, right?" Jaime asks me. I know he's asking me because he's looking straight at me and speaking in a hushed tone.

I smile again, and it feels so good to smile. Because I'm happy. "Of course you will, Jaime. And I'll help you remember. Because what are friends for?"