Paint A Picture On Me

Veintidos

Okay, so, apparently indigestion is different than a heart attack. Who knew? Okay, everyone did, but it was still scary! We were all relieved to find him completely okay after popping a few TUMS. Sure did give us quite a fright though.

I was more frightened afterwards at the realization of how close I was to having one of those episodes again. It was so similar. The only difference is that I knocked myself out of it this time.

The next morning, Mike and I head out to school, leaving our family behind. We head to Kellin's house and everything is normal, really. Kellin's been keeping his distance, he didn't even give me a good morning kiss. My mind kept playing tricks on me and I would feel his hands on my body, upon freaking out and looking around in panic, I find him sitting peacefully in the backseat. Fucking hell, I miss him. How can I miss him? He's right there! Get a grip, Fuentes.

We finally reach the school and I couldn't be happier. School means class with Kellin. Class with Kellin means hand holding. God damn I love his soft hands. I'll never get sick of touching that flawless skin.

The instant we're out of the car I pull Kellin into a hug. He chuckles and hugs me back.

"I missed you," I tell him, enjoying the feeling of his body against mine. What's gotten into me?

"I've been sitting right behind you for the past ten minutes," he replies, confused.

"Shut up," I mumble half-heartedly, the amusement clear in my voice.

"Make me," he replies. I smile, relishing in the moment and pulling back, admiring his face. He smiles back at me and my body frenzies at the sight. The familiar buzzing starts in my toes and lust drives me into leaning in and kissing him.

I throw every ounce of sexual desire I've been fighting in the past forty-eight hours into this moment. I want to show him how much he means to me. Last night opened my eyes to the possibility of people leaving at any moment. We have to appreciate what we have, while we have it.

When I run out of breath and pull away I smile at him and we hurry off to class, our hands full, denying me my hand-holding wish. It was okay though, merely his presence is enough for me.

When lunch rolls around I get pulled away by Mikey and we go and pick up food for everyone from McDonald's. By the time I get back, Kellin's sitting between Alex and Jack. Luckily for me, I don't give a shit and I made Jack move.

"Fucking fine, you ass," he grumbles, getting up and sitting on the other side of the table.

"I got you food, you have to love me," I tell him.

"True. And I do. Because this looks so damn good I just wanna fuck this burrito."

The table erupts in laughter. We even got some looks from surrounding groups finding our outburst weird. We all just ignore them and Alex starts humming some random tune.

"How was math?" I ask Kellin.

"Boring as fuck," he says, devouring his hamburger. I lazily drape a hand over his thigh, not caring if I'm signing my own death certificate. Surprisingly, he just smiles at me and no under-the-table action happens today.

Weirdly enough, I miss the feeling of his touch. I surprise even myself with that one. Who knew, I, Victor Fuentes, would miss someone turning me on. That's the real Spanish revolution.

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The ride home was peaceful. Even all through anthropology I simply got little jokes from Kellin. He's being oddly quiet. It's worrying me. Shockingly enough. . .I preferred when he was touching me. I had expected a day similar to the last two. Instead though. . .he's barely talked to me.