Kellic Song One-shots

Magic

Warnings: a long af one-shot that could easily be a whole fic, Vic and Kellin through the years, unrequited love, cluelessness, pining, angst, huge slow burn. Oh, and sadness. Happy sad imo, but sad nonetheless.

**Wait for the cue to play the song at the end if you r e a l l y want to feel.** 

{Vic} 

"Make a wish!" My family shouted after they finished singing happy birthday to me.

I smiled widely, staring at the glowing candles on top of my favorite chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Victor written in script blue frosting. I hadn't told my family I wanted Vic to be my nickname yet then, I was still little Victor around the house. I remember the "little" annoyed and of course I wanted to feel all grown up, but I was only turning 12. That day my whole family came to visit me and I'd also had a great day at school. The few friends I had all remembered my birthday and gave me a mixtape cassette which made me so excited. Finding all my relatives waiting for me to have a small party once I got home made the day a whole lot better. 

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, thinking deeply about my wish, and blew out the little yellow and blue candles. Everyone cheered and clapped and one of my tías turned the lights back on. I kept looking at the aftermath of the smoke.

"What did you wish for?" My little sister Lynn tugged at my sleeve, getting me out of my thoughts.

I ruffled her brown hair and chuckled. "You're not supposed to tell, silly." Or at least that's what I'd heard. If you say your wish out loud it won't come true. I took that very seriously.

"I would've wished for a puppy! Oh! Or a pony, that's better." Lynn said dreamily and I had to laugh. I didn't wish for that at all.

"You'll get to make your wish on your birthday," I told her and she whined. Her birthday wasn't in another month.

Someone.

That's what my brain thought of. At such a tender age I didn't really understand why or what it meant. I only remember closing my eyes and wishing for someone. Anyone. I didn't know what sort of someone either. A friend, another sibling? A girl? I guess when you're at the verge of entering your teenage years you're bound to start thinking about that stuff. Love and whatnot. Up until then I had zero interest in relationships, let alone girls. I was a kid after all and girls actually terrified me. I couldn't understand how the other boys at school were starting to get interested. I always shrugged it off and thought that eventually I'll start too.

So I didn't know why when I turned 12 I wished for someone before blowing out the candles.

Eventually I decided to forget about it. I was just being silly. I already had enough siblings (three!) and I already had two friends at school. I didn't think I needed someone else. I let it go and carried on as usual.

But when I turned 13 I wished for the same thing.

It was instant. They asked me to wish for something and I closed my eyes and there was that thought again. Someone. I was a year older and I still didn't have any interest in girls and I still longed for that nonsense. And as the last time I decided to forget about it again.

I revoked my wish for a pair of tennis shoes or a new music player. Yeah, that was better.

×××

My mom always used to say love felt like magic.

When she first told my siblings and I the story of how she met our dad she explained it like that. Magic. The four of us didn't believe her at all. My older brother Leo, who was 16 at the time, scoffed and rolled his eyes. He was bitter then because he got dumped that week again. Lynn and I were giggling like crazy because it was so weird to think of your parents as young people. Baby Sam couldn't be bothered to listen, he was too busy making a mess with his food at his baby seat.