Paint A Picture On Me

Doce

The alarm on my phone woke us up, giving us an hour to prepare for one of the worst moments of my life. Kellin took a little bit of prodding since he seems to be a deep sleeper, but he eventually got up and hopped into the shower. It only took me a minute or two to get changed and sat on the made bed, thinking about the broken hearted girl that I feel so unbelievably responsible for.

"Hey," Kellin says, interrupting my thoughts. I spin to see him--thankfully--in his dress clothes, minus the tie, with soaking wet hair. I give him my best smile and he's none the wiser, shoving his other clothes in his bag. He then looks at me thoughtfully and bites him lip, contemplating something.

"What?" I ask worriedly. Is my fly down or something?

"Um, can I try something?" he asks, peaking my interest incredibly. Being a detective, my curiosity is a big downfall to many situations.

"Yeah, okay. What is it?" I ask him. He smiles brilliantly and pulls a straightener out of his bag. My heart drops and I look at him like are you serious? "That's for girls."

"Hey! I use it for my bangs sometimes. It's not for girls, it's for hair," he says matter-of-factly. I roll my eyes, but he starts pouting and my defiance instantly crashes. God damn it should be illegal to be that cute. I groan and mumble fine and he lights up, plugging it in.

It didn't take long to heat up and he drags me to a chair, standing behind it and clamping my hair.

I sat there pretty bored for a while and he finally makes it to the front of me and sits on my lap, straddling me.

"Almost done," he warns.

I chuckle and ask, "Were you planning on sitting on me from the beginning?"

"It may have been part of the motivation." I chuckle at his response an kiss his cheek. "Stop it, I'm trying to concentrate. I snake my arms around his waist and pull him closer, making him giggle adorably. He needs to stop doing that or I won't be able to contain myself. He finally finishes and turns the heated clamp off, but I don't let him move and inch.

"Vic," he whispers. "We're going to be late." I cough, realizing I was being totally creepy and snap myself out of my daze. We throw on some final touches and hurry out the door.

"Whew, it's steamy down here isn't it?" Kellin says, waving a hand in front of his face as we hurry to the car. I was still mostly adjusted to the weather here, so it didn't seem all that hot to me. I just start fanning him, making him laugh. And just like that, the mature, serious side of us dissipated and we were back to our goofy selves from before be had gotten together.

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The majority of the funeral I kept my expression passive, but my mind was all over the place. Kellin was sweet and held my hand, giving me some much needed comfort. I appreciated that. And soon enough I have to go and see Amber's parents which is where I fall apart. They're devastated messes.

"She really loved you," her mother chokes out, making me sob into her shoulder. I'm still holding tightly onto Kellin's hand, my free arm wrapped around Amber's mother. Her shoulders where shaking violently and her sorrow had quickly spread into my core as well. Fuck, I was so horrible to Amber. I can't even speak, so I just cry alongside her. "You meant so much to her, Vic." I nod and hold for another moment before forcing myself off. She gives me a loving look and I rapidly scramble to compose to myself.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't do more," I tell her in a weak voice.

She shakes her head, squeezing my shoulders and rubbing them. "You did everything you could, sweetheart."

I smile, my eyes tearing up, but none of them fall anymore. Kellin comes to my side and squeezes my hand, making me wipe my face and pull him closer.

"And who's this?" she asks, smiling at him.