A/N: I was going to post this later but well, I thought you guys would like it more if I updated ASAP so well here it is!...Because Mike's 30th birthday was two days ago this will start in his pov..Dont cry hes still under 30 in this story...

Thank you all so much for getting this story to 5K reads! Means alot to me. I am going to put up part 23 when this gets 5+ comments,my favorite chapter has to be the next one.

                         --- *Mike Pov*---

        I couldnt stay there and listen to Vic, I wanted to go after Kellin but Vic told me not to and that he had it under control so here I am knocking on Oliver Sykes front door, his house was easy to find, due
to the fact, Kellin's house isnt hard to miss and Oliver's is just a few houses down. Oliver slowly opens the door, "Fuentes! Is Vic with you? Are we going to get Kellin or something? " He asks then he leans
over and looks at Kellin's house, "oh he's not home" Oli adds with disappointment

"He's with my brother, Vic is going to talk to him about what you told him, who else knew Kellin and Vic were fake?" I ask

"Jack and Jaime, remember that day kellin told Vic he loved him and I came to you guys? That's the day I told Jaime, I don't know what Justin believes right now so he could also know it's fake but I don't
know" Oli says with a shrug and Jaime didnt say anything.

"Why would you want to go after Kellin? Isnt he like a good friend?" I ask

"I couldnt watch this happen, plus it was so easy to see kellin didnt
want to be with Vic"

At this point I couldnt list to Oliver, I stuck my middle finger out said a quick thank you before walking off to my next destination, Jaime's house.

*Jaime pov*

I hear a knock at my front door, I walk slowly to it and open it to reveal a angry looking Mike.

"Vic found out" I state as Mike looks like hes about to put his arms around my neck.

"Well hes confronting Kellin about it as we speak! Why didnt you fucking tell me!" Mike yells at me

"Because Oliver, Oliver didnt want it to just hit Vic like that, See lucky for you, it didnt fully hit Vic, it took him a week, now don't be mad at me, be mad at Kellin"

Mike's face softens up

"I'm sorry, You're right, now I have a feeling Vic needs us right now, Give me a ride home and pick up Tony on the way?" Mike asks and I nod

grabbing my car keys, I just happen to be the only one with a car out of the four of us, but I feel bad about it so I never really use my car much around them. I walk out the front door after Mike and I
unlock my car and we both get in, I drive to Tony's house and Mike then gets out of my car and rushes inside to get his boyfriend. I wait  in the car, picturing the pain Vic must be in. I hope Kellin gets hurt in a way or at least opens up his eyes. What Kellin did was not and never will be okay.

"So you mean tihs was all fake? Kellin never liked Vic?" Tony asks as he gets into the backseat of my car.

"I think I should wait till we are all together, I think Vic deserves to be in on this" I state and through the review mirror I see Tony nod.

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Mike leads the way into the house, me closing the door behind me, Its not hard to find out if Vic is here or not, the sounds of crying is traced all the way to his room. Mike knocks on Vic's door

"Go away" Vic says his voice muffled

"Vic I need to talk to you" I say softly and before I know it Vic opens the door but blocks the door way so we can't get in, his eyes blood shot, all red and puffy.

"I knew Kellin was lying, I found out one day when Oliver came into detention, it wasn't too long ago, and I really wish you didnt have to go threw this, dont cry over Kellin, hes an asshole"

and with that Vic closes the door. "He was my asshole" Vic says before breaking down and crying. Mike tries turning the knob but Vic locked his door.

-- *Mike pov*--

        "Vic? Do you want something to eat?" I ask knocking on his door. Its Saturday morning and he hasnt left his room since about 7 last night when he went to the bathroom but on the small walk back to his room he acted like I wasnt there. Ma and Pa called me last night to tell me they wouldnt be back till Monday because we are expecting lots of rain later today and they dont want to get caught in that.

I sigh before walking back to the kitchen and taking out my waffle from the toaster and putting it on my plate, I also put one on a plate for Vic and I leave it on the counter. I make my way into my room and just sit on the bed hearing the light music coming from Vic's room.  I'm pretty sure he is listening to The Beatles but I cant hear the music that much, I would ask him to turn it down but due to how hes must be feeling I'll let it go and let him get happiness from music.

        Hours of tv watching later I look at the time to see its 1PM I sigh before getting off of the couch and throwing away the waffle on the counter Vic didnt eat and I knock on his door, the music stopped a while ago and I havent heard anything, no crying, no talking, no movement. I knock on the door

"Vic its lunch" I say and theres no answer, the only sounds I can kind of hear are the noises of slight rain drops hitting the roof and the windows, I guess the rain has started, I turn the knob to Vic's door and to my surprise the door opens, and Vic isnt inside. Fuck. I try calling his phone but then I hear it ringing and I see it on his unmade bed, Victor where the hell are you. I look up to see his window slightly open and water slowly dripping inside, upset brother escaping through window is yet another one floor house problem. I always thought I'd be the badass that does that first but I was wrong.  Besides the window, something seems to be out of place, I dont really go into Vic's room but I just I know something isnt right, besides Vic being gone I mean, I walk into the room and close the window before any more water can come in. Thats when I notice Vic's guitar is gone.

                               *Kellin Pov(because we all love him right now)*

The wind starts picking up and so does how fast the rain is coming down, I turn off the TV not caring about what the house wives of New York or New Jersey are doing. I look down at my phone expecting some text but theres nothing, I dont know what I am waiting for. An apology? A angry text? I walk into the kitchen and search the cabinets for something to eat. My phone starts vibrating, but its not a text, I answer it without checking caller ID and put it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I say in  more of a question

"Kellin, as much as I hate you right now" its Mike, I know that voice. I hear him sigh "But I feel like you would know where Vic is, he left the house and I have no idea where he went and I doubt you care, But I'm worried about him"

"I will see what I can do, I'll call you if I find out" I say and then I hang up, as much as I dont want to, I really should go to find Vic and I have a feeling I know where he is and I doubt he will be happy when he sees me.

I put on my jacket and black toms, Yeah I know its raining and Tom's arent the best shoes to wear, but I'm Kellin Quinn, I decide to walk there because I dont want to crash my car in this weather, again, I did that last year but I have enough money to fix a lot of broken cars so it wasnt so much of a problem. I put my hood up so the water wont hurt my hair in any way and I make my way to what was 'our spot' but I know it's only Vic's. I walk closer and closer to the trees where I see the short Mexican sitting down, I walk closer to him and when my shadow goes over him he looks up at me.

"Your brother is worried about you"

"Fuck off" he mumbles in a small voice that I can barley hear over this rain

"I'm not leaving till you come with me so I can take you home" I state

"I dont need you to take me anywhere, I dont need you pretending to care, I dont need this conversation tell Mike you couldn't find me, tell him you are sure I'll be home around five, dont tell him where I am, and just fuck off" He says his voice trembling and the rain falling onto his face runing down it with his tears,his eyes red and his hair dripping wet. His bare arms covered in rain drops. I take off my jacket and I wrap it around his shoulders before walking away slowly.

On my way home I send Mike a text telling me what Vic told me to send Mike then I turn my phone completely off.

--

Its now six and I'm back to where I last saw Vic, I pick up my wet  jacket from the floor and see a broken guitar under it, Vic's guitar, the strings all broken, some knobs missing. Did I really make him this upset? Doesnt this guitar mean something to him? I pick up the guitar and all the broken pices I can find, I swing my jacket over my shoulder and I walk back home as the rain comes down harder and harder and I hold on to the guitar for my dear life. Once I get home I push my jacket off my shoulder and I put the broken guitar down on my kitchen counter, as much as I dont want to do this, I'm going to call Jack and ask him if he can fix this.

~Sunday morning~

I couldn't sleep last night, the pain on Vic's face wont leave me, did I seriously hurt him that much? I just left him there in the pouring rain. I left him there, cold, crying, I didnt even realize he had his guitar with him, he must've had it leaning against a tree somewhere. All I wanted to do was take him home, I had a sudden urge to pick him up in my arms and take him to Mike. But I just left him there, at least he wasnt cold because I gave him my jacket, but in the end he used that to hide his broken guitar. His beautiful acoustic guitar. I have this weird feeling in my chest, I never really feel this way, but I actually feel sorry for Vic.

I call Jack and I ask him if he can come over and fix a guitar, he hesitated before saying yes after he was convinced it wasnt a trap.

"So you and Fuentes are over?" Jack asks as I open the door to let him in, the sun shinning from behind him and the pavement glistening from all the rain still on the ground.

"you know we weren't a thing dont you?" I ask as he walks in and I point to the kitchen before closing the door and following him there.

"Oliver slipped a few words" Jack says and he runs his finger tips around the guitar

"I'll do it for free if we are friends again" He says looking up at me

"who said we ever stopped?"

"Your middle finger had a few words with me" Jack says with a small smile

"Yeah, I'm sorry"

"Kellin Quinn, sorry? Wow never thought I'd hear that"

I shrug,neither did I, Jack neither did I  "so when will this be done?" I ask

"Tomorrow, tonight" He says

"Thanks Barakat"

He just smiles at me before picking up the guitar and all the lose pieces.

"Its nice, is it yours?" He asks confused

"No, but it doesnt matter who's it is" I say

"okay, I'll call you when its done or I will let you know tomorrow" Jack says before leaving, that went better than expected. I take out my phone and call Vic but I should've known he wouldnt answer but yet, I feel dissapointed that he didnt and I really wish he did because I want to say I'm sorry. But I doubt he would believe me or take my apoligy anyways, I know I wouldnt.