Kellic One-Shots

I Know Places

The judgmental stares pierced through us like sharp daggers. The grip on my hand tightened, and I tightened my grip as well. The silence was prominent in the supposedly busy town as we walked side by side through the apparent tunnel of critics that surrounded us. At that moment, I wished I could disappear. Well, we. I wish we could disappear.

Glares, sharp, cut-off whispers, pointing fingers- they all surrounded me like vengeful ghosts as I tried to block out the sound. I closed my eyes, still clenching Vic's hand, and let him guide me as I blindly paraded the streets around me.

An innocent lunch. All we wanted was an innocent lunch, but that was silly. Here, couples like us were chewed and swallowed whole.

A forbidden love, some might call it. Nobody wanted us together. But still, we walked, and the whispering turned to shouting. The people around us basically screamed in our faces, degrading our choices and appearance.

Kellin Quinn and Vic Fuentes together? How shocking!

The only shocking thing was that they hadn't found out sooner.

I kept my head down and pulled my hood up with my free hand, blocking out the world around me as the flashes of waving hands and the sound of screaming intensified.

Now, why are they screaming at us? Because we weren't accepted here. People like us are found as a disgrace to our society, but people don't seem to realize that love is love. Love is that feeling you get that makes you want to dance around. Love is doing whatever it takes to hold on. Love is happiness, but around here, love is boys and girls. Only. No exceptions.

But again, we still walked, hand in hand down the frenzied walkway. And we didn't look up. We didn't look back. And we most certainly didn't look at each other.
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"We need to get out."

He said it so suddenly, I almost jumped. I was sitting on the couch of our small apartment, reading my favorite book for the seventh time this month, when Vic practically ran into the room and proposed this idea.

"What?" I asked, still in a daze from reading.

"We need to hide. Go somewhere for a while. All of this judging and yelling is not helping us at all and the effect it has on us is just egging them on. We need to go somewhere we won't be found by them and just stay for a while." He concluded.

"Vic, we can't just.. LEAVE. Don't you think that's kind of, I don't know.. Giving them what they want? I mean, I would love to have some time away, but when we came back wouldn't it just be worse?"

"Kellin, come on. I know how much this is tearing you apart and I can't stand to see you like that. Please. Even if it's just for a day." His eyes shimmered, showing the beginning stage of tears as he stared at me. I sighed.

"One day?" I asked, caving. His eyes lit up.

"One day, and that's it. Come onnnn."

I sighed again. "Fine... One day. But if it's any more, I'm punching you."

"YES!" He cheered, then paused. "Wait, why do I get punched? What if you end up wanting to stay longer?"

"I'm still gonna punch you." I smirked.
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We lay on a small couch that occupied most of the compacted hotel room. We just decided to drive somewhere random and unpack at the first hotel we saw. And since we lived in a small town, it was about an hour before we came across one. So now here we were, one another's head on our laps, stroking hair and talking about... well, everything.

"Vic...." I trailed off, wanting to say something, but I wasn't sure how to.

"Yeah?"

"...Well, I've been thinking. And I've realized... I don't care." I said simply. He sat up.

"What?" He looked at me with a confused expression and I tried not to smile.

"Well, you know how people always judge us and make fun of us and point us out? I've been thinking about it a lot, and I realized I don't care. Like, yes, of course, it gets to me sometimes... But, they don't know what it's like to be in love. So that's really them being the idiotic ones. I guess what I'm trying to say is... We should go back. And we should act normal. And anyone who tries to shoot us will find out that we're bulletproof." I concluded and looked at Vic to see him with tears in his eyes, smiling.

"Really?" He asked quietly. I took his hand in mine.

"Really."

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Pointing. Whispers. Yelling. Here we were again, walking down the street hand in hand, being shot at repeatedly by their hand guns. What they didn't know was that we were wearing bulletproof vests. Their words didn't effect us anymore.

Their screams fought at my eardrums but I simply smiled. I squeezed Vic's hand like before, and he squeezed back. This time, we looked at each other, our matching smiles meeting one another. We never let go of each other.

Some of the bullets stung a little through the vest, but none of them got through all the way. And with our vests, I knew we were unstoppable. We didn't have to hide anymore. We just had to support one another. And I knew as soon my hand was connected with his that we would always have that.

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HELLO GUYS SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT.
I hope you get the many metaphorical terms.. THEY ARENT ACTUALLY BEING SHOT. some people think so. No. No they aren't.

THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL THE READS OMFG YOURE SO AMAZING I LOVE YOU.

-Lyric