Locket |kellic; boyxboy|

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(Kellin's POV)

By one in the morning, we were still driving around. I didn't know where we were, but Vic was drifting in an out of sleep. The only thing keeping him awake was the way I was occasionally squeezing his thigh. Then his eyes would flutter open again and he would smile sleepily at me.

God, he was fucking gorgeous. I watched the roads and how with every hour, there were less and less cars on the road. I sigh and look over at him again when we stop at another red light. His skin looked so beautiful to me in the moonlight. His slightly parted mouth was puffing out slow breaths and his eyes that I adored were fluttering in dream.

I squeeze his thigh but he doesn't open his eyes this time. I smile at the thought that he's relaxed now. He slumps a little as he falls deeper into sleep. I pull onto the side of the road and feel everything hit me then. I grab my coffee that was still half full, then open my door.

After my door is shut, I feel the tears slide down my cheeks. I throw the coffee as far as I can and it splatters all over the road. I clench my jaw and ball my fists up, then let out a scream. My breaths come out in gusts and I form another scream in my throat and let it leave me. I scream again after that, kicking the rocks, crying all the while.

The anger was going away, leaving from my mouth in the loud shouts. Once I feel free of the rage, I wipe my forehead, feeling sweat between my fingers. I catch my breath and look up at the sign. We were around forty minutes from home. The yells had tired me out tremendously and now my limbs felt heavy and numb.

"Fuck." I mutter, then run my fingers through my hair. I walk slowly back to the car and get in, then look at my lap. I felt guilty for dragging Vic out and keeping him past midnight when it was clear he was really tired and it was selfish of me. I just had to see him though, it was like things wouldn't be okay unless I could hold him against me.

"K-Kellin," I hear. I glance over at him and tilt my head. "Can we snuggle?"

This is why I loved this boy. "Sure, sunshine." We both go to the back seat and kick our shoes off simultaneously. We both laid on our sides and he pulled me so our chests rested against one another. I smile and wrap my arms tightly around him and he does the same. His soft breaths hit my neck and it lulls me to sleep within half an hour.

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(Vic's POV)

The sun glares in my face. I furrow my eyebrows and open my eyes, grumbling annoyingly. I was confused to see I was laying on Kellin, in a car, and from the look of things, in the middle of nowhere.

I see that we are both clothed though, so my previous thoughts were proved wrong. Then it all cleared up and I remembered all of last night. I looked down at Kellin and ran my thumb over his cheek. I sit up and lay his head on my lap carefully so he won't wake up. I stroke his hair and smile a little.

He always looked peaceful when he was sleeping. He looked damn right graceful and beautiful, so much so that it hurt. I feel my heart get all warm and I sigh thankfully. I could see dried tears on his cheeks though and it made my lip quirk to a frown.

He shifts in his sleep and I poise my hand, which was still running through his black locks. "N-No," he mumbles. "I don't want to go to school." I laugh quietly and shake my head. Soon, his eyes open slowly, a small smile stretching over his lips. I lean down and kiss him lightly then sit back up.

"I feel better," he says quietly. I nod and run my thumb over his cheek. "We should get home." I nod again. We get out of the car, moving to the front. Soon, the radio is on and he starts the car. My lips tug into a grin and I shake my head. This was totally crazy; we left at midnight for coffee and we didn't even go back home. We were in the middle of nowhere and slept in a car.

That was something new but I guess there's a first time for everything. I glance over at him when his hand goes to clasp around the middle of my thigh. His hair is tousled and his eyes are focused on the road. He's nodding his head to the music and it's the cutest thing ever. I fiddle with my rumpled tee shirt and smile for no reason really. He kept me content with just his presence.

"I love you." I blurt out. I meant it though.

He looks at me for a second and then back to the road, chuckling quietly. "I love you too." He rolls the window down and I watch the wind blow through his hair.

"Vic, what would you say if I told you I wanted to run away?"

I look at him with a confused expression. What did that mean? Was that his goal? I didn't know to answer him; how do you even answer that? He couldn't be serious. He couldn't just leave everything, leave me, behind. "W-What?" I ask.

His eyes lock with mine for a second, then go back to the road. He bites his lip. "Answer." He mumbles. I shake my head, "I would tell you no, that you should stay." I say, rubbing my hand over his. He squeezed my thigh again and a shiver ran through me. He was serious? His expression told me he was.

"Where did that come from?" I ask.

"Just a thought." He replies, the wind blowing his hair around. Then we drop the topic, just like that. We roll all the windows down and our hair flies everywhere, making us both laugh loudly. And just like he always did, he was making me feel alive again.