Paint A Picture On Me

Veintinueve

I spent the next week, simply recovering, healing up and such. Kellin was chalked full of midterm craziness, but I managed to help him out with editing some stuff. We've barely had time to see each other let alone talk about anything. However, it's given me loads of time to think, and I'm pretty sure I know our next move. We have to deal with parents.

My father's already suspicious from both the hospital and me helping Kellin. He said I was too cheery for just being a tutor type of thing and made comments on how Kellin never left my side. I just brushed it off as him being crazy, and he seemed to believe it. But if we're ever going to really be together, then we have to be out in the open. Besides, my parents are going to be pissed and I kind of want to move past that. Kellin and my relationship is rock solid right now, so I think it's a good time.

I know his mom's going to have trouble with accepting this, so it may help that I'm leaving in a couple of days. Yeah, I haven't told Kellin that either. Anyway, I digress. I just feel like they deserve to know, and we deserve to have their support. I want to be able to kiss Kellin whenever and wherever I want. I would adore to have my parents as confidents which I can seek advice from. More than anything, I really need to show Kellin that I'm serious about this. About us. Hell, about him.

I want to be official. I want everything we've shared brought to the next level. Our relationship taken a step higher. I'm ready for this. We've proven ourselves. We've proven our love, and I need to somehow show him that I love him, that he truly is my whole world. It's one thing to say something, it's a whole other to express the meaning. And I mean every word I said. I intend to prove that, and I have a time limit.

So I quickly send a text to Kellin saying: I need to talk to you. Come over?

He quickly replies with: Be over ASAP, is something wrong?

I send back a quick no and toss my phone beside me on my bed, gripping my hair and tugging at it. The nerves are driving me up a wall, but I have to do this. The secrecy was fun and cute, but Kellin and I are in love. We need to open our eyes and see that this is serious. We've already taken this so far and I can't go any longer without being able scream that I'm in love with him to everyone in the entire world. Because I am. And I'm proud. I can't be proud whilst hiding in a closet, now can I? That's what I thought.

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"What's going on?" Kellin demands, rushing into the room about twenty minutes after I told him to come over. I remove my hands from my hair and look at him in despair. He has to understand why I have to do this. Why we have to do this.

"You're not going to like this..." I tell him, as he settles himself beside me on the mattress.

He looks at me with worry, his hands trembling and his face flushed.

"We have to tell them," I say. "About us. We have to tell them." He has to know whom 'them' are since everyone knows about us except our parents.

"Oh," he mumbles, "uh, okay."

"Okay?" I click my internally easy button, listening to the imaginary robot voice saying 'that was easy'.

"Yeah. We'll tell your parents. You're right, they should know."

"Kell..." I sigh, "we have to tell your mom too."

His eyes go wide and he instantly starts shaking his head. But we have to, she's going to find out eventually and mostly, I just want to get past that. "She's definitely not going to like it at all and she needs time to warm up to the idea."

"Yeah, but she only just found out you're...you know...and now we lay this on her? That's not fair." Fuck, he has a good point.

"I know. I need this though. I'm leaving soon and I can't leave without being certain of things, of us."