I Miss You (kellic)

King for a Day

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. Kellin looked away from me, messing with the hem of his shirt.

"You're probably wondering why we're here," she says to me. I keep my eyes on him though. This was all so weird.

Eventually he noticed my staring and turned away awkwardly. Kellin getting all awkward like me? Definitely something I've never seen before.

"Vic?" Asks the woman.

"Y-yes?" I stutter. Wow and the speaker of the year goes to...

She gives me a gentle smile, "I brought Kells with me to apologize for the terrible thing he did to you. Oh, and I brought brownies."

Ew I hate brownies.

"Thank you," I almost whisper. I really did appreciate her efforts, but I knew it wouldn't be the same with Kellin.

"I don't think I introduced myself; I'm Joanna, Kellin's aunt," She says offering her hand. I shake it reluctantly and try to smile back at her. Everything feels so wrong here.

"Oh, and I also wanted to thank you, Vic, for not pressing charges. Kellin isn't violent. He just wasn't thinking," she looks back at him, "We have paperwork to fill out; why don't you two go outside and talk about it."

I open my mouth to protest but Mama gives me a look, "Okay." I agree.

I follow Kellin out the front door, walking down a path in the alley way of my neighborhood. Fortunately it was already dark, so my awkward blush would be hidden. We stopped right in the middle of the path, the chain-link fence rattling behind his back. He leaned up against it and kept his eyes on the ground.

I cleared my throat, trying to get him to talk. He came to me to apologize, he would be he first to speak.

He didn't say anything though, which made the uneasy feeling in my stomach intensify. I coughed up the courage to break the tension, "Why?"

He looks up at me for the first time tonight and sighs, "I was mad."

"At m-me?" Fuck you stutter.

He shook his head, "No. At myself."

I bit my lip nervously. What the fuck am I supposed to say? How am I to handle this situation? Was he showing pity? Regret? How could I trust anything he says when I don't even trust myself?

"I know you probably don't want to hear 'I'm sorry' so-" I interrupt him, "Actually I do."

He chuckles, "Well, I am very sorry, Vic."

I smile slightly at his adorableness, "I forgive you, Kellin."

"It wasn't worth it, at all. I got fucking kicked off of the basketball team, suspended from school, and now my Uncle's up my ass about shit. I don't even know," he laughs a little, trying to make it sound less bad for himself.

"Oh," I breathe out, shivering from the cold winter breeze.

"I just, need help. Support, you know?" He asks me.

"Yeah, I know," my mind immediately traced back to my family. More specifically, my parents. They never supported my goals or ideas. They never attempted to help me through my depression or anxiety. Of coarse I've kept many secrets from them, but still. I can't trust anyone anymore.

He perked up, "What do you mean?" He seemed suddenly enthusiastic to learn about my life.

I shut it down quickly, "Just stupid stuff and school."

He lets out a long sigh, "I hate school. I never get to be myself. As gay as that sounds."

And there you have it folks: the real Kellin Quinn.