I Miss You (kellic)

Bulls in the Bronx

The house was dead silent when I unlocked the door. I looked down and my hands were shaking. Really? It's not like he's your boyfriend or anything.

Kellin followed behind me laughing nervously; good, so I'm not the only one, "Vic?"

"Yeah?" I ask turning to face him.

"Is this..weird?" He asked.

I hesitated. Was it? I don't know, I've never really had a friend come over to the house, besides Jaime, but I really didn't consider him a friend like Kellin, "I don't know."

That wasn't the answer he was looking for, which I presume was "no it's fine, nothing weird here." He stepped away from the door, shutting it behind him.

"Well..." He sighed and plopped down on the couch, "I'll be sleeping here I guess."

"Okay," I shrug trying not to sound too disappointed, "I'll be upstairs."

I turn to head to my room when Kellin stops me, "Wait!"

"What?" I ask.

"You're already going to bed?" He questions cocking his head to the side.

"Uhm, yes, but I don't have to yet if you wanna stay up," I say shrugging.

"Dude, it's like 8," he says rolling his eyes.

It was actually eleven, but I agree to stay up with him anyways. I ran back upstairs to change and shower and when I came back down he had made the place to himself by getting into the food and turning on the tv. Well, alright.

He looked over the couch and frowned at me, "Lemme see."

"See what?" I ask confused.

He gives me a look and gets off of the couch and walks towards me. He hold out his hand and I step back; I hated this.

I had made a few new ones that were small and not very deep at all, but still bleeding an obvious red color.

"Vic," he says disapprovingly, "Come on."

"N-no," I choke out. Since when did I start crying?

His hard expression goes soft and he sighs, "Why do you do this?"

I turn away from him, but he got a hold of my wrist. I winced in pain, "Please."

Then, he unexpectedly pulled me into a hug, resting his chin in my shoulder, "Can you stop this, for me?"

"Even if I wanted to, I don't know if I can," I breathe harshly.

He pulled away from me, "What kind of a bullshit answer is that?"

I felt more tears run down my cheek, "I-I, I'm so sorry Kellin. I just, I'm, not used to people caring about me."

He looks down at his shoes, "Well, get used to it."

I smiled slightly and wiped my eyes, feeling a little pathetic, "Why?"

"Why what?" He asks smiling back at me. I felt myself blush. Fuck you and your adorable face.

"Why do you care so much?" I ask faintly.

His smiles fades and he steps away a little groaning in annoyance, "I don't know. Why does there always have to be a reason?"

"Because no one had ever cared before, at least not to this extend. Everyone usually gives up on me," I say remembering the time when my own mother sent me away for mental instability after my first suicide attempt. She couldn't even look me in the eyes, she just took to a place and dropped me off; to become someone else's problem. That's when I kind gave up ok humanity, but here Kellin Quinn is, proving me wrong.