The Only Good Thing Left in Me [Kellic]

Chapter Five

*Kellin's POV*

It was now Friday and I was making my way to my last class; art. Don't get me wrong, I do dabble in sketches and things, but I would've preferred if this school offered music for juniors too. It was offered  to sophomores and seniors, but freshmen and juniors are left out. Classical school systems that had no logic to them. It made me miss Montana all over again.

"Kellin!" My art teacher's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Pay attention, what I'm about to tell you guys is important" Her voice softened again as she prepared to speak.

"Don't get me wrong, I love to torture my students, but not this much. Art project. The year sucks already huh?" She went on about what exactly we need to do, the supplies, how much class time as well as solo time we'd have to balance. Blah blah blah, I just wanted to go home and begin my weekend.

"It's due one month from today. You may work with anyone, it could be in this class or from a different class. I don't care as long as it's done." That sparked my interest. I raised my hand timidly to ask a question, but then the bell rang. The day was over and everyone went rushing out. Before I could pack my things and go as well, my teacher spoke. "Kellin I saw you raising your hand, what did you want?" I stopped in my tracks and nervously turned to ask.

"Do we have to work with someone within this grade?"

The answer was no and that's all I really needed. I turned to go.

*Vic's POV*

"You have a month." My music teacher finished as the bell rang and I sprang from my seat to the door. We had been assigned this music project and it was the basic create a song and sing it in front of the class thing. It made me happy because I love music, it also reminds of how Mike and I were always bantering  and saying how right out of high school we'd form a band and be famous. I guess our inner 7 years old selves still lived on.

I trotted along to the parking lot to spot Mike and Kellin conversating. I decided to be a jerk and completely ruin the mood because their faces looked pretty concentrated.

"Yeah mhmn, seriously though! Eugh, he's so annoying." I interjected with my rambling and earned a smack upside the head from my little brother. "Owww Michael!" I pretended to be hurt. He and Kellin just exchanged glares and laughed "Shut up, Victor!" I hated when he called me by my full name probably as much as he hated me doing it to him. "Ew who even calls me that anymore besides mom? That name is archaic as hell"  We laughed as we all made our way to my car and headed for my house. There was no talk of Kellin going home so I guess he was just going to kick it with Mike for the weekend.

We pulled up to my house and I made my way in first. My mom, showing the Mexican stereotype, exclaimed super loud "Victor, Michael! You brought a friend home!" Mike and I both shook our heads in shame and Kellin just smiled. "Yeah mom, well um, I'm going to my room." I announced and made my way up the stairs. "M-kay" Mike responded "C'mon Kells let's go to the basement so I can prove to you I'm an absolute beast at the drums!" Kellin followed Mike down and I shut my door as Mike shut the basement door.

I slipped my shoes off and turned the TV on, flipping though a couple channels and decided on one just as background noise. I should've probably gone down to the basement with Kellin and Mike because I was rather bored up here by myself. After a few minutes of mindlessly watching TV I just decided to get a head start on my music project.

I took out my handy lyric book and just jotted down a couple of phrases to match my collection of many others. This was the way I wrote songs, I'd jot stuff down for a couple days and then come back to it and somehow try to organize them into a melody. And it worked to the best of efficiency. I went over a few lines that I had written earlier this week: