Feel (Kellic)

Chapter 21

There's a small POV change in this chapter, just putting that out there.

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Chapter 21

Someone throws a pencil at me. For a second, I think I'm back in the boarding school and I'm ready to flip whoever it is off, but then I recognize strong arms around me and the sense of comfort.

Oh my god. I've been kissed by a boy that I actually like and trust. Holy fuck. Is this real? It can't be. I didn't think that would happen, ever, but it did. Am I in a relationship now? I have no idea.

Then I remember the pencil that was very recently thrown at me. I groan and open my eyes finally. Vic is still asleep. We fell asleep in the back of the bookshop when the woman left. There's sunlight filtering in through the one small window and I want to curl up in a ball until it goes away. I just want to keep cuddling Vic, but I know that won't happen considering the voice that now enters the room.

"I fucking knew it!" Frankie exclaims from his perch on the small set of steps. He gets up and skips down the stairs (how in hell is he doing that?) and comes to a sitting position in front of us. "You guys didn't fuck, I'm guessing?"

I reach out and hit him on the knee, being careful not to wake Vic up, "I hate you, you fucking asshole."

Frankie laughs, "I hate you too. But okay, are you guys a thing now?" He asks.

"No, I don't think so." Then I reevaluate my answer, "Okay, I actually don't know. We kissed and cuddled and that's about it."

"That doesn't sound like you Kellin. Are you breaking out of your shell of angst?" Frank asks.

I roll my eyes, "Maybe, maybe not." I want to say only for Vic but I don't. I'll keep that to myself. Frankie doesn't need to know and Vic will probably figure that out on his own. For now, I'll just keep that to myself.

"We should probably wake Vic up now." Frankie tells me and I sigh, nodding. I don't really want to wake him up because I know why Frankie is here. He's here to take us back to Pine Hills and I'm dreading going back, but at the same time I want a fresh change of clothes and I want to chill in the treehouse with Vic. That would be wonderful.

I shift a bit in Vic's arms, and then I poke him in the forehead. He doesn't move. "Wake up asshat." I say a little loudly, poking him in the forehead again, and then again. "What the fuck, did he die again?" I say this in a frustrated mutter as I roughly shove his shoulders to get him to wake up. This seems to work, kind of. He groans and his arms unwrap themselves from around me and then he takes my hands in his and holds them so I can't further my attempts of waking him up.

Frankie giggles, "You might have to drag him out of here." He suggests. I sigh. I probably could, Vic is small and probably isn't heavy at all, but still. I'm not a fan of doing much physical work.

"Do we have to leave?" I ask Frankie.

"Yeah."

"Give me some reasons why."

"VP Sheeran was about to call your parents but I told him not to."

"Fuck. Thanks Frankie, for you know, avoiding that mess." If Sheeran had phoned my parents, I would probably be in some deep shit. Encounters with my parents for negative reasons are things I'd rather avoid. Thank god Frankie knows me. That's the first time I'll be grateful for that.

"Yeah no problem. But anyways, I'll wake him up if you can't." Frankie gets up and removes Vic's hands from over mine so that I'm free to get up. I do that and then Frankie grabs a pillow and starts hitting Vic with it. Nice.