Paint A Picture On Me

Veinticuatro

Kellin. That's the face that swarms my mind. His smell, the feel of his touch, his porcelain skin, his azure eyes, his silky, raven hair. Him. Complete and uninterrupted Kellin Quinn. Good God I fucking love him. I'll never let him slip away. He's the one. I can feel it every time I look at him. I can just feel his essence seeping into my pores, and building a home. He's mine. He's my soulmate.

He had come over late last night, surprising me and arriving just in time for us to go to bed. My parents are still completely oblivious to our relationship - that's how we want it, between us - and Mike agreed to keep our secret, so they didn't mind him sleeping over. After all, they know him quite well since him and Mike have 'always' been friends. We didn't say much, nothing happened. We just enjoyed each other's silent company and eventually fell asleep. We didn't even kiss last night. Not once.

Now it's officially my birthday. I think that's part of the reason why Kellin came over yesterday, so that we could have most of today together.

Kellin mumbles something incoherent and starts shifting around between the sheets.

"Mm, no. I don't like oranges," he mumbles. I chuckle and run my fingers through his hair a few times. I kiss his cheek and hum for a little bit as he falls deeper into his slumber. A small knock on my door snaps me out of my admiring day dream. I carefully sneak away from Kellin and tiptoe to the door, not that he would wake up anyway, he could sleep through a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant.

"Yeah," I whisper, pulling the door open. I see my father on the other side.

"Come downstairs. We made breakfast for you. And do you know where Kellin's sleeping? Mike said he doesn't know."

"Um, okay I'll get changed, thank you. And yeah he's in the bedroom downstairs, I'll get him. He gets really angry being woken up, so I'll do it."

"Trust me, I know. So, thank you. He usually sleeps in here, so I wasn't sure where he ended up," my father explains. I nod and he does too, our usual farewell, so, I shut the door and went on my mission to awaken the Kellinater.

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Everyone sang happy birthday at breakfast, it was adorable. Since Kellin's here, they all sang up to eighteen and all was well. Now we're sitting on the couch in the basement, just Kellin, Mike and me. We had a movie marathon of a few harry potter movies, Kellin and I desperate to have a moment alone. We're holding hands, leaning against each other, his legs over my lap. We wait through three movies, only shifting closer to each other with each passing minute. Finally, after four and a half hours and countless longing stares, we get our wish.

"Okay, I'm bored and hungry. I'm going to go get some pizza from the place down the street. I'll be back in twenty. No sex on the couch, it isn't scotch guarded. I'm not sure what that means but I heard mom say it one night."

"Oh my God, Mike!" Kellin exclaims, horrified, his cheeks reddening. I just laugh and Mike gives us a look before leaving. "Finally!" Kellin announces adorably. I chuckle and push him onto his back, shifting so I hover over him. He looks back at me, daringness dancing in his eyes. I pull his thighs around me in one quick movement. He giggles and wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me closer.

"What do you want for your birthday?" he asks, his eyes not shifting from my blush pink pilgrims.

"A pony," I reply. He giggles again and places a soft, quick kiss on my lips.

"I'll see what I can do." He kisses me again and again, just sweet besitos, nothing more. After after a few blissful moments, he moves on from the hormones and back to my birthday. "I do actually have some presents for you though," he tells me.

"You're a present and a half to me," I tell him, kissing his soft lips slowly, savouring each feeling, each breathless millisecond.

He rolls his eyes, muttering, "shut up. Now get off me so I can get it."