Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
Chapter 8
                          
Vic's P.O.V.
                          
I stand on Kellin's doorstep, my hand raised to knock. He had called me this morning. His voice was hoarse, as if he had been screaming for a really long time. He sounded hurt and very lost, and he asked if I could come over. I said yes of course, what else could I do. He needs me. 
                          
Now here I am, hesitating to knock on a desperate man's door. I feel as if that would be taking a huge step in our relationship, not like we have one. But am I thinking about it? I must be, if this feeling is coming to me. I finally muster enough energy to ring the doorbell. That is less intimate. 
                          
When Kellin opens the door, my heart sinks. His hair is sticking up every which way and his chin is shadowed with stubble. His clothes look sloppily thrown on and he doesn't look like he's eaten. His eyes are dark and troubled. 
                          
Kellin moves out of the way so that I can come in. His house feels empty and abandoned. I walk over to the living room, where crooked photographs hang. 
                          
"I have to take those down." Kellin says, going over to sit on the couch. "I have to take pretty much everything down." Kellin had explained to me what had happened over the phone. Now just being in this lonely house makes it ten times worse.
                          
I sit down beside him, where we sit in silence. Then I say, "I'm sorry for what happened." Kellin laughs humorlessly. 
                          
"No you aren't. You're not the one who did anything. I just need to learn to live with it and move on. That's all." He looks away, and that's how I know he's lying.
                          
"Look Kellin. Everyone is allowed to feel pain. It's normal. And shit like that causes a lot of pain. Being abandoned is something that hurts you so much. And no, I don't know how it feels. But I do know what pain is like and what it does to you if you keep it bottled up inside." I say to Kellin, who looks back at me. His eyes are full of sorrow and pain, and I feel the urge to hug him. 
                          
He takes a shaky breath. "I have no idea what to do Vic. I'm going to go live with my father full time now. Don't take it the wrong way, he's a good dad. But I can't stand being there sometimes. I don't want to go." His hands are knotted together tightly, shoulders tense. I place a hand on one of those shoulders, since that is the most appropriate thing to do. He continues talking. "I thought I could have a good life. Maybe have a chance with you. But right now, I'm so confused with everything, and I hate it." 
                          
I swallow. Maybe have a chance with you. He thought it would never happen, and now he's sure of it. I'm not as sure. 
                          
"You have to learn to deal with the pain and move on eventually. But right now, you have the right to distract yourself, to do what you want to help you with that process." I tell him and he nods. 
                          
"There isn't that much that makes me happy." He mutters. And here comes the stereotypical moment. The moment that's always in all those cheesy movies and cliché fanfiction. I've made my decision. 
                          
I lean over and kiss him. Not an anger fueled, half assed kiss. But a real one. Gentle and loving. I know it sounds selfish, but I'm one of the things that makes him happy. He's even told me so. 
                          
He pulls back. "Vic." He whispers. 
                          
"Yes?" I ask. 
                          
"I love you. I don't know if you love me back. I don't want to leave you, and I don't want to give you the burdens of my problems. But you don't need to kiss me just to make me feel better." 
                          
I laugh. "Oh Kellin. Yes, this is partly for you. But I've realized that I do really like you. I know it seems cliché, and it's happening so fast, but I like you. I really do. And I want to help you get through your problems. I want to be there for you. So let me kiss you." Kellin looks me over, as if checking to see if I'm lying. 
                          
"Okay." He murmurs, meeting my lips. His arms wrap around me and I can taste his hurt and loneliness. I want to be there for him, as much as I possibly can. Maybe the kiss isn't helping him, but as I begin to pull away, he pulls me back. "Don't start regretting what you said to me, Fuentes." He whispers against my lips. He locks them with mine again, and he asks for entrance. 
                          
I oblige. 
                          
A/N: Fucking finally! I'm sorry that was so short, mi amigos. But for this, the shorter, the sweeter, am I right? I'm so glad exams and school are over. Freedom! I'm going camping next week, so I'll update again soon. 
                          
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