If You Kiss Me Goodnight (Boyxboy)(Kellic)

Chapter 6

Kellin's POV **

Vic arrived not too long ago with my stuff. I practically jumped out of the bed but fell right back on it when pain shot through my body. Vic rushed to my side.

"Dude, are you okay?" I wanted to be sarcastic but now was not the time. It hurt like a bitch.

"The pain meds. It is in the bag on the damn table thingy." I pointed. He rushed over and grabbed them along with some water. I gulped that pill down like my life depended on it. Well, it kind of does.

"Nightstand." I heard Vic say.

"What?"

"It's called a nightstand. Not a 'damn table thingy'." He mocked me.

"Whatever know-it-all. Why do they call it a nightstand anyways? Is it supposed to be some sick joke because you only have one nightstand?" I ranted.

"What're you talking about?" He seemed confused.

"A one-night stand. Because you have one nightstand. Duh." I rolled my eyes. He started laughing in uncontrollably. "Shut up. It wasn't that funny." He wiped an imaginary tear don't his eye.

"I know." His laughing stopped abruptly.

"Heeeeeeyyy." I said offensively. "Why you gotta be so rude?" I started to sing.

"No Kellin. Not this again. Please." He pleaded. I smiled wickedly.

"Don't you know I'm human too?"

"Sometimes I question what you are." He said quietly. But I still heard him. I lightly punched his shoulder. "You know you love me, Kellin."

"I do. No matter how childish you can be." He chuckled.

"Well, I have a lot of your stuff."

"Gimme gimme." I say holding my hands out. He shakes his head but grabs the stuff anyways. I immediately grab out my notebook. My special, special notebook.

"What?" I ask when I look at Vic. He jumps a little.

"What? What happened?" He said quickly.

"Your mood changed. You looked sad and like you were contemplating something."

"Its nothing. I just; can I ask you something?" He asked.

"Yeah, anything. What is it?"

"It's about your notebook." I looked at him confused but urged him to go on. He sighed. "Kells, I might've read a little bit of it and..."

"You what?! Vic, why?!"

"Kellin, please hear me out." I took a deep breath and nodded, signaling that he could continue. "There was a song in there..." I felt my face heat up. He read one of my songs. Oh boy, this can't be good. "Why didn't you tell me you we're feeling that way? I mean you want to end it all? Voices? Better off dead? No Kellin, this is madness." He started to get worked up. "Kellin, why do you feel this way? You know I can help. Don't end it." He began to cry. I held out my arms and he reached forward and hugged me and cried harder. "I-I-I c-can't lose y-you. I love you K-Kells. Please don't g-go." He choked out.

"Shhhh. Vic. Please don't cry. I'm here. I'm here okay? I'm not going anywhere." I promised, trying to soothe him. I pet his head and brushed my fingers through his brown hair. His hands gripped my shirt and I felt his tears leak through the thin material.

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"Kellin, where the fuck am I going to put all of your stuff?" Vic asked flaring his arms around. I chuckled a little. He has a point. There's pretty much no room in his bedroom. There's his king sized bed in one corner. Then there's his nightstand (I remembered) next to his bed. His closet is to the left of his bed. He has a bathroom across from his bed, and a flat screen, 75" plasma television in another corner Or in other words, his room had a lot in it. There was still walking around room, but not very much.