You'd Better Hide the Bullets

Vic's P.O.V

I still can't believe that my fake ID is actually working here. It's unbelievable but hey, it helps to drown out my fucking sorrows, and that's all that really matters. I'm such a mess and I need to deal with it. So I got in my car and I drove and then drove some more, until I was crying so hard I couldn't see the road ahead of me. People like me shouldn't feel like this, it's too dangerous.

I can't deal with my emotions and that's the reason I treat people so badly, it doesn't matter how many times I say it though, there is no justification for it. I'm just a really bad person. Selfish even. I feel so bad for hurting my parents and brother but I need this, for my own safety.

Finding Scarlett having sex with Jaime made the whole world crash down on me. It finally hit me that I could have easily made her mine on so many occasions but I ruined it with my own stupid actions. What scares me is how much she has made me feel, before she came along I didn't wanna get close to girls, I just wanted to be an asshole and push everyone away. I just wanted to be untouchable. But Scarlett makes me a better person, she makes me want to be a better person.

"Another?" The bartender asked me. I nodded and placed another ten bucks onto the bar. Alcohol is so fucking expensive. I've drank way too much in the past week though, much more than a 17 year old should.

He placed another beer in front of me and I thanked him. Maybe all I need is a bender, like this past week and then go back and never speak to any of them again. That could work?

Who am I kidding, the moment I see Scarlett again I would crumble into a million pieces and beg for her to love me.

A woman, maybe around 19 sat down next to me. I looked at her and she smiled at me. "Are you okay, you look really rough." She looked at me sympathetically. I took a sip of my beer and nodded.

"I'm great." I said sarcastically. She clearly didn't buy it though.

"Tell me your woes." She said as the bartender sat a drink down in front of her. I guess this place really doesn't care about underage drinking.

"I ran away from my problems and I'm beginning to think that they are problems I can't run from unless I totally fuck up my whole life and everyone that loves me." I said as casually as possibly.

"Standard." She giggled. "I ran away from home once." She announced.

"How did that go for you?" I asked, curious as to whether it worked out for her.

"I lasted 3 days in LA until I broke down and asked my mom to come and get me." She laughed, her cheeks turning a slight share of pink. "It was awful and so embarrassing because you're right. You can run away from your problems without fucking everything up. Someone is bound to get hurt." She said with a warning tone.

"People are getting hurt, including me." I sighed, feeling so down suddenly.

"Maybe it's time to make a choice. Decide if it's worth the hurt." She took a sip of her drink and smiled to herself.

"What age are you?" I asked curiously.

"23." She grinned at me. "And kids like you shouldn't be running off to places like this." She leaned in and whispered to me.

"Wait how'd you know I'm young?" I frowned.

"Come on, no one over the age of 21 runs from their problems." She rolled her eyes. "That's the kinda thing you do when you're still figuring things out. I bet I can guess your problems." She said confidently.

"Shoot." I smirked.

"There's a girl... Or a guy, whatever you're into. She doesn't want your or you fucked it up so you're trying to get over her by leaving. Am I right?" My jaw hung open at her oh so accurate guess. "I'm good aren't I?" She laughed, making me want to run away.

"How did you know?" I shook my head, taking a huge gulp of my beer.

"It's so obvious, you're like a love sick puppy. That's why I came over here. You need to go home, you need to man up and get the girl." She smirked down at me.

"Look I don't need your advice, you don't know the circumstances." I rolled my eyes at her and finished my drink. "Nice try though." I mumbled, standing up and beginning to walk away.

"I bet she loves you too." The girl called out after me. Who the Hell does she think she is telling me what to do.

I could feel myself getting more and more drunk, drowning in my own sorrows. I stumbled out into the parking lot and found my car, I unlocked it and climbed into the backseat and then passed out.

Scarlett's P.O.V

I woke up with a crazy headache. Everything aches actually. I rolled over and picked up my phone. I had one new text from Vic.

Have you ever seen Sleepless in Seattle? 01.29

I lay there, confused as fuck. What the Hell is that supposed to mean. I quickly called Mike. "Mike, I got a text from Vic this morning." I said quickly.

"What did it say?" He asked, sounding excited.

"Have you ever seen Sleepless in Seattle and then the numbers 01.29? What is that supposed to mean?" I questioned. Mike let out a huge laugh.

"Scarlett, have you ever seen it?" He sounded really excited.

"No Mike, I've never seen it. Why?" I frowned down the phone.

"Watch it, maybe you'll work it out." Mike said and then hung up the phone.

I quickly turned my Xbox and TV on and went onto Netflix. I searched the movie and found it. After watching it I sat on my bed, confused as to what it all meant. And that's when it clicked.

He's in New York.

I quickly ran to my closet, grabbing a bag and then stuffing clothes into it. Then I grabbed everything I could possibly need. My passport, purse, phone charger and the ticket to New York that my grandparents got me for Christmas, they wanted me to come and visit whenever I wanted so they got me an open return ticket which I could choose at any point. It's like it was all fate.

Today was January 28th, and I was going to New York to save Vic Fuentes. My parents weren't home so I left them a note, hopefully I won't be too dead when I get back.

Before going to the airport I had to go speak to Mike though. I ran over to the Fuentes house and knocked on the door. It opened and Mike answered, a small look of hope on his face. "He's in New York." I beamed, feeling so smart.

His mom snuck up on him and pushed him out of the way. "You know where Vic is?" She asked with eyes full of hope.

"I think he's in New York." I told her, a huge smile on my face.

"My poor boy, he's so far from home." She covered her mouth with her hand.

"It's okay, I'm gonna go get him and bring him back to you." I told her. She broke out into a smile and hugged me.

"You love him just as much as he loves you." She whispered into my ear. I pulled back.

"Mike can you give me a ride to the airport?" I asked quickly.

"You bet your buns Hun." He said grabbing his keys and walking out to his car.

Notes

I feel so giddy right now!!!