I Miss You (kellic)

Million Dollar Houses (The Painter)

"Hey!" Kellin yelled clapping his hands in front of me.

"Wha-what?" I sit up, the light hitting my eyes harshly.

His eyes met with mine, "The school called."

I pulled the covers off of myself and rubbed my eyes, moaning in tiredness, "What?"

"The school called," he repeated, a little louder.

Did he just answer our home phone?

I rolled off of my bed and onto the ground, "Why?"

"They wanted to know why Mike has been absent for two whole weeks," he says looking down at me.

I rubbed my eyes again and yawned, "Fuck that. He can leave if he wants."

"According to the administrator, he can't," Kellin says shrugging.

I rolled my eyes and stumbled onto my feet, "It's pointless to even try going back to school really."

"I don't like it either," Kellin adds. He's lingering around one of my book shelves, his eyes wandering around my room.

"I don't like the color in here," he says bluntly.

Uh, okay?

"It's white," I reply raising an eyebrow.

"It's too plain," he says tapping his fingers on his lips.

"Well, sorry. I didn't paint it," I say, despite my attempt to stand up, I plop back down on the bed. Kellin sits down on the end of the frame, still just casually judging my room.

"What's your favorite color?" He asks.

This question surprised me. What was my favorite color? I probably hadn't been asked that since I was in 1st grade. Even then, no one really talked to me, or planned on sticking around for the answer.

My favorite color was probably, "Green."

"What kind of green?" Kellin asked leaning forward eagerly.

My long, currently unbrushed hair fell a little over my face. I blew it up and responded, "I don't know, any kind I guess."

He scoffed, "That's lame. I'll pick one for you, and we can paint your room over Christmas break. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," I mutter under my breath. This felt so weird.

"Sorry, I just, love to paint. I'm terrible at it art wise, but I just like to paint random shit for some reason, " He admits, shrugging.

"I'm horrible at art too. This girl always makes fun of me for it," I say faintly. I hated talking about my bullies, I just sound so weak and helpless. He wouldn't know, he was the bully. He was friends with them too. How could he just change his mind so quickly? I felt a worrying pain in my chest. Then the nausea came. My breathing became loud and uneasy. I forced myself to sit up, putting my hands on the top of my head.

"You okay?" Kellin asked, getting up and frantically rushing to my side.

I pushed him away, "Stop."

He stepped back, "Vic, what's wrong?"

"W-why did you just change? You used to be a bully. You used to hurt people," I choke out, tears now streaming down my face.

"No, no I didn't. Well, I mean, that was a long time ago. It's different now. I'm different now," he says sitting down next to me.

I keep my eyes on the ground, trying to control myself. Why are you being so stupid? He's not going to hurt you.