The Journal

"You what?" I asked in a whisper.

"Don't make me repeat it,"

"You can't do this to me," I shook my head. "I just went through this!"

"That's why I was trying to keep it from you!" Vic snapped.

"You can't say that to me," I looked at my hands in my lap. "We're Vic and Bonnie. Not Vic and Bonnie,"

"I just wanted to be there for you," he whispered.

"You were. You always have been. But as my brother,"

"You think I want to feel like this about you, Bonnie?! Well I don't!"

"Then don't feel this way!"

"I can't control it! If I could, I would. And it can go back to being simple," Vic rolled his eyes. "You don't know what it's like,"

"What?"

"To have someone you love be so close, but so far away. You want that person so bad, but they're not yours to have,"

"I do know what it's like! I want my mom back, Vic! It may be a different meaning, but she is never coming back,"

"Well I want you! And here you are, sitting 3 feet away from me and all I want to do is push you up against my wall and fuck you till you know it's my name you want from your lips, not my fucking best friends!" he growled, slamming his fist into the wall and making me jump.

"You need to stop," I whispered.

"Don't tell me what -"

"Vic, Bonnie! Dinner!" Viv called. I looked at Vic once more before leaving his room, heading to the dining room with him a few feet behind me.





Dinner was awkward. Everyone was chatting away, while Vic and I stayed mostly silent, only giving simple answers if we were asked questions. Mike looked in between us and knew straight away that things didn't go well. He gave me a sympathetic smile before returning to his meal.

"Michael, it's your turn to wash up," Viv said after we had all finished.

"Of course, Ma," he nodded. "Bonnie can help," OH FUCK NO.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Michael..." Victor said. Yeah, that's right.

"I think we need to talk. Who knows, we might get along," Listen to your father, boy!

"Well, okay. Please don't fight! There are knives in there!"

"I won't stab him, I promise!" For real, that is....

I can stab him a million times in my head and I won't get in trouble, right?

"So..." Mike began, starting to wash the dishes.

"So..." I dragged on.

"What did ya talk about?"

"That is none of your business, giraffe boy,"

"Well, it is my business if it involves my brother,"

"Then you can ask him," I said calmly, drying the first dish and putting it away.

"He doesn't talk to me anymore! What are you both hiding?"

"Absolutely nothing," I lied.

"That's bullshit,"

"Language! Your grandma is out there!"

"Don't ignore the question!"

"In my defense, that was not a question. You were just swearing,"

"Fine," Mike rolled his eyes. "What are you hiding? Honestly,"

"... Why should I tell you?"

"Damn it, Bonnie! I want to know what's up with Vic!"

"Maybe he is going through puberty!"

"He is 18 years old! That has already happened!"

"Are you sure? His voice is kind of high -" I stopped when I seen his glare.

"Tell me before you regret it," he said lowly, towering over me. Is he trying to threaten me?

"Dude, you better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up,"

"You can't do shit to me," Mike laughed.

"If you're not intimidated by me I could always call up Oli. I know he puts you on edge,"

"Oh, and how do you know that, Chica?"

"Eww, don't start that up again," I grimaced. "I heard you and Vic talking that day I stayed over. When I didn't know of your stupid little stunt. When Vic brought up telling Oli you seemed pretty frightened. And also you looked like you were about to piss your pants that day at the park,"

"Yeah, because when he's mad he has anger issues,"

"And you don't think threatening his girlfriend won't make him mad?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Mike seemed to think about it for a while before he stepped away from me.

"I will find out."





"What do you mean you might be pregnant?!" I demanded Stella as she pulled me into her room.

"Shh! Kellin is in the next room!" she 'shh'ed me, closing the door behind us and locking it.

"How do you know?!" I harshly whispered.

"I've been moody and had these weird cravings for chocolate milk, which I don't even like, and my period is 7 days late!"

"Is it Austin's?"

"Of course it's Austin's! I'm not going to cheat on him!" she stared at me in disbelief.

"Sorry! I was just checking!"

"Bonnie, please take this seriously! I'm a 17 year old model. If I'm pregnant, my whole life is ruined!"

"That's the risk you have to take while having sex -"

"Bonnie! I'm freaking out here!" I looked at her and seen her close to tears.

"Okay, Stella. I need you to calm down," I said as I seen her start to hyperventilate. "We still have an hour before the store closes so we'll drive down there, get a few tests and come back here. Stop worrying, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed, standing up.

"You'll need to drive by the way. We don't want to crash on the way there,"

"Right." Stella nodded.

We arrived at the store and we both ran in, going straight to the ladies section.

"Tampons, soaps, hair shit - Why the fuck is this place so unorganized - Pregnancy tests! Here!" I stated proudly. Stella began looking at the options while I rocked back and forth on my feet.

I really didn't know what to do. Being pregnant has never really been a thought in my head before. If I was in Stella's position, I'd sure be freaked out. Oh my god, what if I'm pregnant right now?!

"You better not be in there," I whispered, rubbing my stomach. A woman glared at me so I flipped her off.

"Stop being so judgmental you old cow!"

"Bonnie!" Stella gasped. "Don't be rude and come help me!" I rolled my eyes but crouched down so I could pretend to know what all this shit written on boxes mean.

"Why can't we just pick one and leave!" I groaned in frustration.

"I need to find the most reliable one, okay? I'll be done soon," I sighed and began playing with one of her red curls, pulling it down and letting it go. It was bouncy.

"Okay, let's go." Stella grabbed 3 different boxes and stood up, heading towards the counter to pay.

Driving back to Stella's and Kellin's house was full of silence. She was just so anxious and gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were turning white. When the car stopped, we pretty much sprinted to her room so she could pee on sticks.

Doesn't sound to fun.

"Are you pregnant?" I asked when Stella came out of her bathroom.

"I don't know. I have to wait 7 minutes..." I frowned and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry, babe," I told her honestly.

"I'm just... scared," she admitted.

"You have a right to be scared. This is a big thing. I may not be good at talking to people seriously, but I want you to know that I'll always be here for you,"

"I know you will," she smiled. We sat on the bed and talked quietly until Stella froze, hearing the timer on her phone go off.

"It's time," I whispered.

"Can you check for me? Please?" I sighed but nodded my head.

"Thank you. 2 lines mean pregnant, and 1 means I'm not, okay?"

"Okay," I went into the bathroom and seen the 3 sticks on the counter. Those 3 peed on sticks held the key to Stella's life in their hands... Or no hands, whatever.

I looked at the results and sighed in relief.

"You're not pregnant!"

"YES!" I heard her scream. I looked to see her crying on the bed.

"Why are you crying...?" I asked, confused. "I thought you were going to be happy,"

"I am happy, Bonnie," she laughed. "These are happy tears," Well, okay you weirdo.

I looked away from Stella and grabbed my ringing phone from my pocket. I checked the caller I.D and seen it was Jaime.

"Hime? What's up?" I asked.

"Is Vic with you?"

"What? No, I'm at Stella's. Why?" I frowned.

"Vic's gone missing. He's not in his room or at anyone's house,"

"Shit," I breathed. "Where are you?"

"Where all at Viv's. Can you grab Stell and Kellin to come help look?"

"Of course. We'll be there soon." I hung up the phone and slapped Stella's butt.

"Oww! What was that for?!"

"Vic's gone. We need to help find him. Grab Kell and I'll start the car. Hurry up!" I called, already on my way downstairs. I ran outside and started the car before jumping into the passenger seat, bouncing my leg up and down.

C'mon Vic, where can you be?

Notes

I must say I find it adorable how you all create ship names with my story characters xD