Intoxication, Paranoia & A lot of Fame

Sudden Realization

I was half asleep when Justin decided to drop every single pot and pan in the kitchen. I groaned and put the couch pillow over my face to block out the noise. It was bad enough that it was morning and I didn't need him waking me up to face whatever was to come today. I was dreading the possibility of running into Vic and I wanted to sleep as much as possible.

"Shit!" he said, as he made a racket trying to pick everything back up.

"What the hell are you doing?" I mumbled from my spot on the couch.

"Well I was trying to make breakfast, but apparently I have no kitchen skills," he admitted.

"True that," I groaned getting up from the couch. I dragged myself to the kitchen where Justin was hastily trying to clean up the cracked eggs amongst other spilled foods off the floor that had fallen.

"So any plans for this fine Saturday?" he asked.

"I'll think of something," I said as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. He dumped the contents from the floor into the garbage can and I couldn't help but laugh. "How did this even happen?"

"I don't even know," he sighed. "I guess I'll grab something from Meridian on my way out.

"You're leaving?" I asked.

"Yep," he replied, popping the p at the end. "I have a lunch date with Tay at 12 that I have to get to."

"It's only nine," I mentioned as he washed his hands and brushed himself off.

"I have some...uh, errands I have to run before though," he said quickly before heading towards the door. "I'll see ya later!"

I waved as he shut the door behind him, leaving me alone to my thoughts. At first I thought about what errands that Justin of all people would have to run, but my mind quickly shifted gears and I couldn't help but smile as I thought back to the events of the previous night.

Vic kissed me.

It all made sense now. His attitude towards me and why he was acting the way he was. I thought back to what he said just after and my smile faltered. 'Don't tell anyone'. Apparently no one is supposed to know that he's what... gay? Am I even gay?

At that moment the door swung back open and I jumped in surprise.

"Oh, hey Kellin," Mike said as he walked through the door.

"Hey," I replied kind of shyly. What can I say, he's intimidating.

"Sorry if I scared you, I know I don't come around a lot," he said. "I just need to grab my camera bag."

He walked past me in the kitchen and disappeared into the bedroom. A moment later he came out with a big black bag.

"Oh, so you're some type of camera man then?" I question as he walks back toward the door.

"Something like that," he smirked before shutting the door behind him, leaving me alone to my thoughts once again.

What is it with everyone in here being so mysterious and secretive?

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I sat at the back of a diner that Stella had texted me to meet her at for a bite to eat. She had to finish some things up at work and luckily for me, I wasn't working today.

I was getting nervous as I waited, thinking of different ways I could bring up Vic and Stella's past without letting her know about my new view of him. I wanted to tell her everything, but now I was having second thoughts.

I bit the inside of my cheek and shook my leg nervously, waiting for Stella to get here already.

"Thanks for coming," I heard her all too familiar voice say, snapping me back from my thoughts. She sat across from me in the booth and immediately started glancing at the menu.