Chapter 34| The Idea Of Being Yours

                                    

                                          
Ok bois. This is the second to last chapter. I have a sequel planned, but since it's not extremely vital to the story I won't be publishing it right away. BUT IM GONNA START PUBLISHING SMTH NEW! 
                          
Title- The Views of Both Sides
                          
Description- 2007, Kellin lives in a small town in Louisiana, and everyone around him has the same views. White supremacist, bible thumping, homophobic, sexist people make up the entire town, until a new student arrives in school. Vic, the Hispanic pansexual atheist emo boy, threatens Kellin's entire knowledge of the world. Kellin finds himself curious about Vic however, wanting to know why he is the way he is, and if he's been wrong about the world his entire life. Warning-this book contains major themes of racism and offensive racial slurs. 
                          
ALSO I REALLY TRIED WITH THIS SEX SCENE BUT KELLIN HAS FEMALE GENITALIA AND I HAVE NEVER READ ANYTHING REGARDING SOMEONE WITH FEMALE GENITALIA HAVING SEX. I hope it doesn't suck, and please don't make fun of me I really tried
                          
Vic's POV
                          
I wasn't a chef, and honestly I didn't  think I'd ever even made toast for myself. Why did I offer to make dinner?
                          
I frantically turned off the oven and waved at the smoke coming out of the doors.
                          
"Son of a bitch!" I swore, grabbing a pair of oven mitts and trying to take the pan out of the oven. I pulled it out and plopped it down on the counter, glaring at it. It was completely burnt and I kicked the cabinets in anger.
                          
"Fucking pot roast!" I yelled, throwing my gloves down next to it.
                          
I couldn't believe that I spent all this time making something for it to end up burning. Now It looked way past the point of being edible.  I stood for a moment as frustrated with myself, before quickly deciding the check the time. Kellin was going to be here any minute now and I had burned dinner. I had steamed vegetables and bread with butter sure, but what was I supposed to do without the fucking pot roast! 
                          
Then I heard a knock at the door. I groaned loudly, knowing that I had no time to start again. I just wanted to make this night special. I quickly walked over to the front door and opened it, seeing that Kellin was standing there waiting. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a big red flannel, but more noticeable he was nervous. 
                          
"Is something burning?" He asked.
                          
"No- I mean yes- I mean no. Everything's fine." I stumbled over my words, before moving to a side to let him in. He sniffed the air again and looked at me suspiciously.
                          
"You burned dinner didn't you?" He asked, as I shut the door behind us.
                          
"Ok, so I burnt dinner..." I chuckled, but couldn't help but be embarrassed
                          
"Aww, that's ok. Do you wanna order Chinese?" He asked, smiling at me.
                          
"If you don't mind? I kinda feel stupid for fucking stuff up."
                          
"No! Don't be. I think it's really sweet that you tried to make dinner for us, even though you don't cook often," Kellin said, pecking me on the cheek. I smiled, suddenly feeling a lot better from the quick kiss. 
                          
"Well, so you want to order whilst I clean up the kitchen?" I suggested.
                          
"Sure, what do you want from there?" He asked.
                          
"Surprise me. I'll literally eat anything."
                          
"Ok, go clean up the kitchen," he said, taking his phone out of his pocket. "Oh, who's paying?" He asked me, like it was actually a question.