I Miss You (kellic)

I'm Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket

The overhead florescent lights felt as if they were burning a hole right through my head. Why was it so hard to focus? Something's missing, perhaps?

I look over at Mike, who's chewing on the end of his pencil and staring off into space. My eyes travel over to a girl named Cara. She looks to be humming some song, closing her eyes and tapping her fingers on the wood. Self-eval time? I glance down at myself, completely covered from head to toe. My legs were crossed awkwardly to the side and my head was in my hands.

Mr. Grant pointed to something on the board and then to another student. He repeated this over and over until he got to me.

I felt myself blush from the attention and sink down into my seat slowly.

The bell rang shortly after Grant was done ranting about how society is just one big thing humans created to have social order and mental stability in their lives. Everything he said was completely accurate in my opinion, even the parts about irrational suicidal thoughts. Somehow finding its way into the mix.

I skipped gym even though the sole purpose of Life Time Fitness was to in fact make up for my lack of presence of that class in the first place. They wouldn't miss me. No one would. Except maybe Mike, and Mama. Papa if he's in a good mood. Would Kellin? I don't think I matter enough to him yet.

I decide to take a little "break" from school and drive to the Seven Eleven for a slushie. The skies overheard began to darken which was a little odd, considering it was only like 2 o'clock. I checked my phone for the weather report, the only use my phone really gets, and it was an 85% change of rain today. Yay.

Minus the being wet part, rain for me was actually a positive thing; the sky was darker, the temperature lower, and the smell. God, I loved the smell of rain. It reminded me of some kind of tropical rainforest. A place without humans, alone. Rain was also good for sitting and thinking.

I pulled into the small parking lot of this old, run-down 7/11 and sighed. The whole "going inside where the people are" was not really something I had in mind. But, I did it anyways, and slowly climbed out of the driver's seat and found myself standing in the middle of it all, staring at the slushie machines. I walked towards one quickly and inconspicuously. The grip of the cup was weak, much like the grip I applied myself. Unfortunately the flavor options were limited to Coke, Diet Coke, and cherry.

I decided to go with Cherry, only because I didn't want the caffeine from the other two to keep me awake.

I pay for it, then make my way back to my car. I stop in front of the sliding doors to pull out my keys when something crashes into me, exploding my slushie all over myself.

"Fuck, dude I'm sorry," he says taking a step backwards, "Vic?"

Kellin. So convenient how he just shows up in the places I am.

"Oh, hi," I say beginning to get nervous. Stop being a pussy.

He smiles slightly at me, "Sorry I got that all over your hoodie."

I look down and notice that the lower half was soaked with my cherry slushie.

"It's fine," I mumble throwing the now empty cup away.

He chuckles under his breath, "I'll get some napkins. He runs into the bathroom and soon returns with more than enough paper towels.

"Thanks," I say taking them from him. I awkwardly ran the paper towels over my lower torso and rung out my hoodie at the base. Kellin stood in front of me the whole time, just watching. I look up a few times and he looks away, pretending he wasn't just totally staring at me.