Kellic Song One-shots

Memo

No warnings! Only extreme pining.

Summary: Kellin tends the snacks bar at the local ice skating rink and he might be slightly infatuated with one certain figure skater. 

{Kellin}

His black skates glide over the ice in smooth calculated spins and turns, that icy swoosh of blades being the only sound on the rink. Strong arms stretch out in such a graceful and poised way, fingers lift and point upwards as the rest of his body follows the choreography he must know by heart after practicing it for so long. Brown locks of wavy hair blow around his face thanks to the wind caused by his speed. He never wears it down during practice, it's a nice change. His face is calm as always, but focused and determined.

Vic Fuentes is a flawless figure skater.

If you were to ask me, I would gladly watch him spin around in the ice for the rest of my life. I wouldn't quite complain.

He finishes up his practice with a triple axel jump, landing it perfectly and earning him a rather encouraging shout from his coach. I grin to myself as well, feeling proud of him too. He laughs heartily to himself as he skates towards the wall, I guess in disbelief at how well his program is going so far, and says something to his coach.

"Hey! Mr. Dude." A snap of fingers brings me back to reality and I blink rapidly, focusing on where I am again and looking down at the 12 year old in front of me, who looks rather pissed.

"Where's my hot dog?" The girl crosses her arms over her chest and frowns at me. Right. The hotdogs.

"Uh, yeah of course. Sorry. Hang on a sec." I mumble quickly, adjusting the white cap over my head and turning around to get the food needed.

Trying not to blush furiously from getting caught staring at Vic Fuentes by a child, I put my gloves on and pick a bun from the back counter and place it in the branded box, then I take a sausage with the tongs.

"No onions!" The kid yells and I nod.

"Alright, alright. Here." I hand her the hot dog once it's done and point to her right. "Sauce and chips are that way."

"Whatever." She takes her food towards the sauce bar.

"You're welcome, I guess." I sigh to myself.

I should stop doing that. Anytime Vic starts his practice I lose sense of reality. It's bad for business, I remind myself, already hearing my boss's voice in my head too. At least she wasn't here to witness this like other times. One more and she'd certainly be pulling an ad of Help Wanted to put outside the rink. It's not my fault the brightest figure skating star of our generation practices where I work though.

At least it gives me something to look forward to every day when coming in here.

Working at the snacks bar of the skating rink might not be the most glamorous job there is, but it was the only thing I could find after getting fired from my previous job and I wasn't going to pass up on any work opportunity. A boy has school expenses. So I ended up here two years ago, during my freshman year of college and the place has really grown on me. Fast forward until now I've gotten used to the shifts and making the youngsters their favorite snacks, and only ever coffee for the adults.

And seeing Vic Fuentes figure skate three times a week.

I still remember when he first started coming to this rink. It was the beginning of January and Christmas and the holidays were still in the air (at least for me), but I got tasked to take down the decorations anyway. So I was in the middle of putting red ball ornaments and ribbons in boxes when I saw him walk through the main entrance, and that was it for me. It was like in those movies, where the main character sees the love interest from afar and everything happens in slow motion. I always thought those were a load of crap but, turns out it happens. He was dressed like most people dress for the rink, black pants and long sleeve shirt. His hair was in a bun behind his head, he had earphones on and was doing something on his phone. And I just knew that he would ruin my life.