Sun shone through the shutters of the tour bus, the rays of light shimmering into Kellin's closed lids, and awakening him from his dream. He had dreamt Vic and him had snuck out of the bus party next door, and into the Pierce one. After that...

Kellin's cheeks heated aflame at the erotic images brought to the front of his mind. Vic was so good to him in these little dreams, and he just wished that one maybe these dreams would come true, and Vic-

Soft mutters of Spanish made Kellin's gaze whip back behind him. Vic lay there, his arms completing a halo around his head, the corded muscles of his arms bunching and relaxing as he shifted. Involuntarily, the Siren singer's eyes roamed down the Mexican's tan chest, to the soft trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the thin cover of blanket.

Averting his eyes, Kellin picked the cover up, instantly dropping it as soon as he picked it up. So. Both Vic and he were obviously very naked. This also meant, that the dream Kellin had was very real, and by the, splitting pain in his head, he figured that they had gotten drunk, very very slopping drunk.

"Oh God, Oh Fu-" Kellin started, rubbing his groggy eyes. His phone started going off, if I'm James Dean, Then You're Audrey Hepburn playing, which only meant his wife was calling. Great timing.

Fumbling for the phone, Kellin slid the lock open, answering it with a hoarse hello.

Sighing softly to himself, he listened half heartedly to his wife chirp on about what was going on at home, only listening when she mentioned his baby daughter, Copeland. A pang of guilt went through him as the image of a sweet baby girl popped into his mind. He knew what he was doing with Vic was wrong, but he couldn't deny the attraction, and love he had for the other singer.

After Kellin hung up, muttering a stiff goodbye and love you, only feigning sickness when Kate asked what was wrong. He groaned, flopping back onto the bed, one arm covering his eyes.

A soft, flutter of touch climbed its way up Kellin's stomach, making his body tense in pleasure and awareness. Someone was awake.

"Who was on the phone?" A sleepy, husky voice asked, Vic's; Kellin knew, and was sexy nonetheless.

Kellin slipped on an empty smile, his mind was racing with dreaded thoughts, but his body reacted to Vic's touches almost instantly.

"Katelynne." was all he said, letting the panic and paranoia in his voice shine through.

The Mexican's hand stilled it's travel to private territory on Kellin's body. "Oh. Would you like some alone time?" Vic asked his voice hopeful that his lover would let him stay.

Kellin was quiet for a moment, the silence stretching out between them. He could tell Vic didn't want to leave. But he really needed time to think about what was going on in his chaotic life, mindful that he was betraying his family's trust and love.

"Please." The Siren singer replied curtly, curling up in the mound of blankets that he and Vic shared. He dared not look at the crestfallen expression on the one he cared about.

There was silence, the only thing Kellin could hear was the rustle of denim as Vic pulled on his jeans and shoes.

Kellin's heart splintered a little more when he listened to the slam of the Pierce the Veil door to the bus he currently occupied.

Vic had no idea where he was going. His brain was addled, and his heart was heavy. He really didn't think that Kellin would push him away like that. Like he thought he couldn't trust Vic.

Sparks of rage flew behind Vic's dark eyes, his fists balled at his sides as he strode out, and around the buses and vehicles lined up outside. They would be heading home soon, the tour would be over, and Vic and his band could go back to living life, writing music, and playing little concerts here and there. By what Vic was witnessing this morning, it all would be without Kellin by his side, and that. That would be just dandy with him.

Running a hand through his hair, he was stopped by a grip on his other wrist, causing him to turn and see who the hell was interrupting his silent rant. Ahh. Of course, his brother.

"Yo, dude, where'd you go last night? You and K-Dawg disappeared on us, and we got worried." Mike said, jogging up to Vic's side, as his older brother had resulted in giving him a death glare and turning back around to stomp off in the direction of the food building set up for them.

"Don't even mention Kellin." Vic muttered, keeping his eyes off his sibling. He didn't want to blow their cover, even if he was venomously angry with Kells for not putting faith into him, he wouldn't betray him by ruining his life. He at least deserved his family and friends.

Mike's brow was raised, that certain "What the hell is going on?" look he got when something was wrong with Vic.

Vic huffed, rubbing the rest of the sleep out of his eyes. "We had problems is all."

Mike stared at his older sibling for a moment, contemplating his brother's reaction to his questioning about Kellin. What was up with those two lately? They seemed fine yesterday, even fairly closer than usual. Now it seemed Vic was avoiding Kells like the plague.

"Okay then, if you say so, bro. You know I'm here for you, we're family." Mike murmured, backing up to head back to where the rest of the Veil crew was hanging out.

Vic gave a weak smile, the memory of him saying the exact same thing to Kellin after the first time they made love coming to him in a twinge of pain."I know, dude, thanks." He replied, saluting his younger brother in appreciation.

After Mike had disappeared, Vic pushed the door open to the cafe, his eyes scanning for an empty seat so he could be alone with his thoughts.

He still didn't understand why Kells had pushed him away. He wasn't a fucking toy, and it seemed like that's what the SWS singer thought he was. Sliding silently into the booth, Vic slouched over the table, all the pent up anger deflating out of him. All he wanted was to love Kellin like no other had, and he had bluntly rejected him, the claims of love he had cooed to Vic weren't obviously true, and for what? A roll in the hay?

"What can I get ya, babe?" a sultry waitress purred next to Vic, causing to snap out of his self pity.

Bringing his eyes up, Vic was greeted with a sight full of cleavage. He mentally rolled his eyes. Sure, he still found certain girls attractive, but this chick was trying too hard for his attention. And besides, he had a certain thing for a dark haired, tattooed, guy who didn't want him back. Sigh, all of Vic's thoughts rotated back to Kellin. As one Danny Worsnop would say, Bloody Hell.

"Yeah, um, I'll just take water..." The Mexican replied softly, trying not to laugh out loud at her intentions. Sex was so not an option for him right now...except for maybe with Kell-

Okay Vic wouldn't go there as of now. Shifting uncomfortably in the booth, Vic could feel passionate heat spiraling in his stomach. Damn "Those" thoughts of Kellin Fucking Quinn.

"You sure,hon?" She asked, flicking blonde hair over her shoulder. "I can't get you anything else?" her words dripped with a second meaning.

Vic paused, actually paused, the Kellin freight train of thought coming to a screeching halt. Hell, fuck it, he thought, a wicked grin sliding into place.

Scratch the thought of no sex. If this nameless girl wanted him, when Kellin didn't, then he would happily oblige. He didn't need Kellin, not. At. All.

"Why yes, you can.." Vic murmured, his dark eyes roaming the girl's curvaceous body. Something was swelling far south. "Perhaps if you meet me in the bathroom on your break, we can..Settle an arrangement.." His eyes gleamed a cold, hard, lust, and his smile was empty and frigid, but the girl didn't seem to notice. Didn't seem to notice that this wasn't Vic at all.

The girl's eyes lit up, biting her lip in what Vic supposed was intended to be sexy, but fell short. He knew he wasn't acting like himself, but he really didn't care at this point. Spiraling he was, down down into a dark abyss that was swallowing him up, bit by bit.

Smirking, the PTV singer got up, motioning for the girl to follow, "As a matter of fact, screw the break.."

Twenty minutes later, Vic pushed open the bathroom door, zipping up his fly and fixing his shirt. Looking both ways, he exited, not looking back to see if his "Partner" was okay, because in truth, there was no emotion for him to give. Some things were changing, and Vic wasn't sure if it was for the best..or for the worst.

Kellin wasn't sure how long he lain there, thoughts and scenarios playing out in his head. Someday he knew he would have to choose, his family, or Vic, the one person he was head over heels madly in love with. But every time he thought he had made his decision, Copeland's image would enter his chaotic thinking. And then he was back to square one.

Honestly, he wasn't sure he could give up Vic. He made him laugh, smile, feel good..he was perfect. He loved his wife, of course he did, and his kid, but was he IN love with her? Kellin didn't think so. And thinking back..Kellin was sure things were drifting apart between them, even before he started messing with Vic.

This thought lodged in his mind. Yes, he was sure something was up with Katelynne, and it had nothing to do with Vic's and Kellin's situation.

Vic wanted him, he knew that much, he would sacrifice everything for Kellin if he asked, which he never would, but...

Sitting up, Kellin's eyes widened, as the choice locked tight in his mind. He needed Vic, he was like the anchor to Kellin's ship. They were inseparable. And to think Kellin had been a fuck up, and sent him away with a stiff, "Please." even when he could hear the loving plea in the other singer's tone. Good god, Kellin thought, what the fuck was wrong with him?

Reaching for his phone, Kellin composed a message to Vic, telling him they needed to talk.

The Siren singer waited for fifteen minutes, still no reply. What the hell?

He was about to get up and get dressed when the door to the bus open, making his heart jump. What if it was some other member of Pierce the Veil?!

Scrambling backwards, Kellin only relaxed when he noticed the familiar dark color of Vic's locks.

"Oh, Vic.." Kellin smiled, an easy light coming into his eyes. He could finally tell Vic what he meant to him, and that he was sorry.

But Vic didn't turn to return his smile with one of his own lopsided, loving grins. Kellin noticed Vic's shoulders were stiff, and he leaned over the counter, stonily still.

"Vic..." Kellin questioned softly, moving to sit on the edge of his lover's bed.

Vic turned, and what Kellin saw in those chocolate eyes splintered his heart. Pain, agony, anger filled the Mexican's eyes, his lips pulled into a grim line.

"I think you should leave." was all Vic said the tone dead, monotone.

The words made Kell's heart drop into his stomach, no words coming from his gaping mouth. "W-What?"

"You heard me, Kellin." Vic snapped, narrowing his eyes. Vic never called him Kellin, unless it was serious..

"Vic, I know you're angry with me, but please-"

"Stop, Kellin, Fucking stop!" Vic hissed, pushing off the counter. "Do you think I'm just your fucking toy? To play with whenever you're in the mood, and when you decide to feel fucking sorry for yourself over your family, push me the hell away?! I've always been there for you, Kells!" his voice broke. "I'm not a toy, I have feelings, and you tore them to fucking pieces earlier when you sent me away. You can't trust me can you Kellin?"

The Siren singer was so surprised by Vic's outburst, he had no way to reply, and what could he say? In the deep recesses of his heart, he knew he hadn't trusted Vic completely, even if he loved him to death.

"That's what I thought. That's what I fucking thought." Vic added hoarsely, rubbing a hand down his face. "If you're not going to leave, then I will. Although I advise you to get dressed, you wouldn't want to be caught in the aftermath of our little tryst." the Mexican sneered, his words cutting.

With those words, Vic turned on his heel, slamming open the door, banging it behind him.

Kellin was numb. Vic had just left him, and it was his entire fault. Vic had put all his trust into Kellin, his love, his body; his soul...And Kellin didn't do the same..

'Met a girl at 17, thought she meant the world to me, so I gave her everything, she turned out to be a cheat...'

A single tear rolled down Kellin's cheek.