Falling For Danger (BoyXBoy)

Chapter Three

Vic's POV
I'm sitting in fourth block, barely listening to what Mrs. Hammerstein is blathering on about. My leg is shaking a million miles per minute, one of my little nervous ticks. My eyes have not left the clock once.

Why does the thought of an afternoon alone with Kellin make me feel like puking up the butterflies that are in my stomach straight onto a cheerleader's blonde hair? Maybe it has more to do with the thought of what I'd like to do with him than the reality of what might actually happen.

The final bell rings, and I spring up from my seat. I practically sprint to the front of the building, my backpack lazily slung over my shoulder. I open the front door of the school to a comfortably warm spring afternoon.

After about 5 minutes of self-torment, second thoughts, and reassuring myself that Kellin would show up, he struts out the front door, shielding his eyes from the sun. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding in, and give him my best smile. He gives me a small smile back and walks over to me.

"Sorry it took me so long, I-"
"It's fine. I was early." Why did I just cut him off? Was that weird? I feel like that was definitely weird. I silently curse myself for interrupting him.

"Oh, uh, okay. So, are we getting on a bus or a car?"
"I drive to school. My car is right over there," I say, pointing to the piece of crap hand-me-down my dad so graciously gifted me last year. He nods slightly, and we, rather awkwardly, walk over to it together.

He stays completely silent the whole car ride. After the first few minutes, I decide to turn on the radio to brake up the deafening silence. One thing I notice, other than how God-like he looks in the sun, is that he seems to know every song I play. I leave it alone for now so we'll have something to talk about later.

We pull into the driveway, and I kill the engine.

"So, what do you want to do? We can play some video games or just listen to some music," I suggest.
"You played all of my favorites on the way here; music is my favorite thing in the world."
"Mine too," I say. I take the hint, and motion for him to follow me up the stairs to my room. I bite my lip as the thought of his perfect lips on mine pops into my head.

I throw my bag onto the floor, and he does the same while I hit play on my iPod. The edgy sound of Finch, one of my favorite bands, fills the room. I sit back against the pillows on my bed and Kellin, weighing his options, stands in the center of my room. In the end, I tell him to sit with me; it was that or the floor.

"You said you're really into music?"
"Mhm." Ugh. I love the way he says that. If I thought I wanted him before, I was wrong. That one sound made me want to shove my tongue down his throat right then and there. I take a quiet, shaky breath and force myself to continue.

"Do you write music at all? I do sometimes."
"Yeah. Well, just lyrics. I used to have a friend that helped me out, but now it's just me and my lyrics." He pauses for a second, then looks at me with a mischievous grin. "Can I hear something you've written?"

"Tell you what," I start, a little surprised that he asked. "Next time we hang out, show me some of your lyrics and I'll play for you. Deal?" He looks away for a second, and all I want is for his gorgeous blue eyes to look into mine again. He looks at me like he can see me; actually see me, not straight through me like a ghost in the wall. When he turns back, the sight of his beautiful, almost feminine features makes me want to lean in and kiss him; but I don't. What if he's not gay and I completely screw things up with him?

"Deal." It took me a minute to process what he was talking about. I just smile. I'm going to have to tell him I'm gay. Most guys get freaked out, but he'll find out soon enough whether or not I tell him. I might as well just tell him; by the look on his face, he can practically see the big ass elephant in the room. "What?" he asks, pulling my thoughts back to our conversation.

"I, um, have to tell you something. Most people get really freaked out and whatever so I just, um, just feel like I should go ahead and tell you. It's really not that big of a deal though." I watch him for a reaction. His face says, "Go on," so I do. "So, I'm gay."

I desperately search his face for some kind of reaction, but I see none... None except for... What is that? Relief, maybe? Can't be.

A big, goofy grin appears on his angelic face, making him look even hotter than he already does.