Kellic Song One-shots

I don't know why I like you but I do

Warnings: this turned out way longer than expected, so long stuff. also a bit of very mild smut.

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It didn't happen suddenly, like most people claimed it usually did. It was rather a painfully slow and patient development, and in the course of many, many years of knowing each other. One would say that it was about time that he did, about time that finally something had clicked inside him, making him aware of such immense truth he'd been ignoring for most of his life. Actually, what was sudden was the thought. When it ultimately downed on him, when he couldn't run away from it anymore, it was like his brain short-circuited. He could not quite believe it true. But at the same time, for some reason, it made complete sense.

He was in love with Kellin Quinn.

He was in love with his childhood nemesis, his neighbor since he was a baby, his dad's best friend's son with whom he's gotten into more fights over the years than he can count. His unfortunate college roommate, the guy he often said "I hate you" to more than "Hello", the most infuriating and annoying person he knew. He had fallen hopelessly in love with that guy and he had no idea why.

Or how.

Or when.

And Vic knew that was a problem.

Another big problem was living with him. The tragedy about having your biggest enemy assigned as your roommate for four years of college became even more tragic once he realized his feelings for the other boy. He still remembers the day he got the notice of who his roommate would be and he claimed loudly that he would rather go into the army than having to live with that guy for his whole college years. He was obviously exaggerating and his parents would never let him not go to school because of such tiny detail (that's what they said). So he sucked it up and when he arrived at the room with all his stuff, Kellin had already been there and was taping a straight line on the wooden floor with blue scotch tape.

"That's your side loser, and this is mine. Don't even think about touching my stuff." He had said. A permanent crease on his forehead and brows. What a sweetheart.

"Don't worry princess, I'll pretend you don't exist."

Kellin was, for lack of better words, a brat. Vic often thought that if you looked up the word in any dictionary, a photo of Kellin would appear for better reference. He was a spoiled little shit and he had no idea how he could be the child of such a lovely couple like the Quinns. The Quinns are his father's oldest friends. They met in high school and were inseparable from then on. They went to college together, went on trips across the world, were each other's best mans and brides of honors at their respective weddings. They even bought houses right beside each other's, for Christ sake. And to top their perfect unbreakable bond, both of their moms got pregnant with only a few months' difference.

Both the Quinns and the Fuentes believed deeply that their kids were meant to become best friends, it was like they were destined to be inseparable and it was so perfect for everyone. But they couldn't have been more wrong. Vic thinks that at some point in their infant years they kind of got along, for the most part. His mom has shown him tons of baby pictures of him and Kellin in so many gatherings the both families had and they looked like they were having an alright time. But as they grew bit by bit, Kellin started picking on him and annoying him more and more. Vic always chose ignore it and let it slide, not wanting to cause any problems. And then, the incident of the lake happened. In Vic's head, he always believed it had been nothing serious, however, to Kellin it was the day he decided Vic was his sworn enemy. To put it shortly, they were racing in the water with other kids and Vic had supposedly been a show off and made Kellin look like he couldn't swim at all in front of all those people. They were 6 years old. And ever since then, Kellin has been racing in an unconscious competition with Vic. Kellin always resented Vic's way of seeing life, of being the bigger person all the time. He was a goody two shoes who couldn't stand up for anything, so he would make everything to push his buttons until he could get something out of him.