Are You Dense Or Something? ❀Kellic/Cashby/Jalex❀ (BoyxBoy)

Things Aren't Always So Happy Face

Kellin POV

"No, no, no, no. This can't be real!" I say looking at my computer. I stand up and start pacing about.

I refuse to believe this. Nope, no.

"C'mon, Kellin, you're not seriously going to freak out about this are you?" My mom asked.

"Of course I am! Who wouldn't?!"

"Normal people." She mutters while typing away on her laptop, probably working on one of those mom blogs.

"Well, mother! If you haven't noticed, I'm not all that normal!" I walk, rather storm, out the house. I am holding back tears. Okay, perhaps to most people I am exaggerating the situation, but quite a few have most likely been in my shoes and can vouch for the way I'm feeling!

It was a good ten minutes until I reached the neighborhood park. Kids roaming about, enjoying their adolescence without a care in the world. Ah, what fond memories that brings. I remember when I was a kid, this one time- ooh, the swings are open!

I quickly make my way over before any of the children notice the best feature of the playground was up for grabs.

Although, I hadn't really planned on actually swinging, I still enjoy casually sitting and taking a moment to just take in nature for all it's worth. I had almost completely forgotten the reason I was upset in the first place.

"Kellin?" Oh, goodness.

"Oh, Vic. Hello there." I wipe at tears that I was unaware had fallen. "What is up, my dude?"

"Are- are you okay?" He attempts to step forward and reach for my face but I start swinging my legs back and forth.

"Pssh, I mean, obviously! Why wouldn't I be?"

He takes a seat on the swing next to me, examining my facial expression and reaches toward me, this time actually brushing away my tears. "Well, for starters, you're crying. You look like you just witnessed someone kick a puppy. Now," he reaches down and picks up my legs, resting them on his lap. "Tell Dr. Fuentes, what's going on in that precious little head."

I smile a little at that. "No, it's stupid. I don't even know why I'm crying. It doesn't matter. Just go about what you were doing. Wait, what were you doing?"

"I'm babysitting my cousin. He's over there on the monkey bars." I look over towards the direction of the shrieks and giggles of children. Sure enough, there's a little tan boy with one of Vic's snapbacks on. "But, anyways, if you were crying, then it obviously matters."

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I close my eyes. "Do you promise not to laugh?" I ask meekly.

"Kells, I would never. Now, what is it?" By this time, I'm nervously fiddling with my fingers, in fear of being judged. I feel rough, calloused fingers make their way to my soft, long ones, intertwining them. I look up at Vic and he nods for me to continue.

"Okay, you know how when we hung out that one time at the mall and we got to the topic of music or something? And I said something about my favorite band being Mayday Parade?"

Vic POV

Why, of course, you darn cutie. I was hanging off of your every word.

I wasn't going to say that for obvious reasons. Kellin needs a friend, not some flirty boy who he's most likely not even interested in and furthermore, I don't want him to get creeped out or think that I wasn't taking this seriously.

"Yeah, I remember."

He takes another deep breath. "Well, they were, correction, are, coming here next month and I really wanted VIP tickets or even general admission! Just something but once I actually have enough money, they were sold out and since they're playing at a relatively small venue, they're most likely not going to be selling anymore tickets. My mom doesn't really get that I really, really, really want/need this. It would be a chance to see my favorite band live and I could tell them all the things they helped me through. Well, not all the things, just the fact that they did help me through tough times. But, this is stupid and I don't know why I'm crying or complaining about it. My parents tell me all the time, "Oh, it's just music. Get over it!" I should just listen and get over it. So, I'm going to go and do just that. I'm sorry for bothering you with my worthless problems. Hell, let's just forget this happened! Okay, bye!" His words came at a mile a minute, luckily I had understood a good majority of what he was saying.