Chapter 13| Comforting Lips and Relatable Pain

                                    

                                          
Vic's POV
                          
My back leaned against the backboard of my bed, as I tightened my grip around Kellin's small frame. He cuddled close to me and buried his face into my chest, his thick dark hair covering almost all of his face. I felt kind of bad for putting him in this sulky depressed mood, but I was planning on making it up to him. I was going to be the perfect boyfriend this afternoon. Well, I was going to try... I had shit for experience on being a real boyfriend after all.
                          
"What'd you say we stay in bed for the rest of the day? I'll order pizza, we can watch some Netflix, and I'll cuddle you until you fall asleep in my arms." I offered in a soft hushed voice, my fingers running through his messy hair. I felt him nod his head, and he buried his face deeper into my chest. I looked down at his body, noticing he was wearing tight skinny jeans, and still had his shoes on. If I didn't care about him as much as I did I would've killed him for having his shoes on my fucking bed... 
                          
"Do you want to change into something more comfortable? You can borrow some clothes," I said, trying to push Kellin up so that he'd look at me. He lifted his face from my chest and looked up at me, his still sad eyes connecting with my own worry filled ones. 
                          
"Yeah, that sounds good," he said, his voice only just above a whisper. I patted him on his back comfortingly and stood up. I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of baggy sweatpants and large T-shirt, tossing them at him from my standing position. 
                          
"Thanks Vic, I'm gonna go-" 
                          
"You can change in here, I'm gonna go find my phone so I can order the pizza. Do you mind anchovies?" I asked as I walked towards my door.
                          
"You put anchovies on your pizza?" He asked, a small smile finally appearing on his lips.
                          
"Why yes I do. Do you have a problem with my little fish?" I asked, smiling back at him.
                          
"No, anchovies are fine," he said, looking down at his clothes instead of me. 
                          
"Ok, anchovies it is. I'll be right back, let me know when you're done." I said, leaving the room and closing the door behind me.
                          
I found my phone -which I must've dropped while I was kiss attacking Kellin earlier- and called the nearest place that delivers. After giving all the information they needed, I hung up and went into the kitchen. I grabbed a few things and went back to my room, knocking on the door before entering.
                          
"You can come in," Kellin called out, leading to me opening the door. He was sitting cross legged on my bed, one of the sleeves from the rather large shirt leaning off his shoulder. 
                          
"You look adorable in my clothes, y'know that?" I said, setting the things I had brought on the nightstand.
                          
"Thanks," he said shyly as he adjusted the sleeve that was falling off of his shoulder. "What's that?" He asked, pointing at the nightstand. 
                          
"Ice cream and boos," I said, tossing the carton of ice cream at him. I heard him chuckle softly and look at me.
                          
"Maybe ice cream can be our always," he said, causing me to cock my head in confusion.
                          
"I don't get that reference," I replied, grabbing one of the beers for myself and another for Kellin.
                          
"You just made another one," he laughed, opening the carton, and taking a spoon off the nightstand. I rolled my eyes, popped the top off of the beer in my hand and tapped the neck of the bottle against his arm causing him to look down at it. He looked at it a little reluctantly but took it from me anyway's and brought it to his lips. He cringed as he took it away feel his mouth and scowled at it. 
                          
"Are you angry at my beer Kellin?" I asked, smiling at the cute disgusted faces he was making. He smiled back and shook his head, setting the beer down on the nightstand on his side of the bed and picking the ice cream carton again.