In Reality || Kellic [boyxboy]✔

Chapter Four

When he didn't answer, I became anxious. Maybe he would think I was a creep, or rushing ahead?

All worries were gone soon enough though, when I received a message from him saying: "Sure hold on a second I'll call" I bit my lip in anticipation, as I waited for him to call me. I wasn't usually a nervous person, except it came to soccer and, well, him.

When my phone I finally rang, I didn't waste a second in running over and picking up. "Satan?", I asked, my voice sounding oddly foreign, probably due to the fact that I was nervous as hell. "Aye, that's me.", I heard him say. And damn, was his voice adorable. I felt so self-conscious just hearing his voice, because his was so beautiful, kind of scratchy, but beautiful, while mine was high-pitched and annoying.

"Sorry, my voice is weird.", I said, biting at my fingernails. "Shut up, your voice is sex.", he replied bluntly and I almost choked.

He started laughing and his laugh was really the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. It was so contagious and I found myself grinning to myself at the sound of it. We continued talking for a really long time and at some point, I thought his voice was somewhat familiar, but just forgot about it, because I couldn't put a face to it.

After quite a while, he had to go eat, and we hung up. He had actually made me feel a lot better. I spent the rest of my afternoon eating and binge-watching Disney movies. "HotPockets are beautiful creatures", I said to myself, my mouth full of food.

A couple of hours later, it was nearing 2am, but I was nowhere near sleep. I tried everything that usually helped me when I couldn't fall asleep, but nothing worked.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed, making me jump slightly. It was a text from "Jack".

Him: please tell me I'm not the only one up rn

Me: you're not

Him: why aren't you asleep

Me: idk I couldn't you?

Him: basically same

Me: fuck this shit I'm not gonna waste anymore time doing nothing all night

Me: I'm gonna go outside now

Him: seriously?

Me: I'm being dead serious

Him: alright then I'm going out too

Me: lmao okay

I quickly exchanged my sweatpants for a some random black jeans, grabbed a hoodie and slipped on a pair of shoes, before opening the door and stepping outside, to be greeted by the chilly, but refreshing night air and starting to make my way toward the park.
(A/N; wow that was one sentence)

Me: I'm outside now

I clutched my phone tightly and stared at it, in hopes of getting a reply soon, because to be perfectly honest, I was a real pussy when it came to being out alone at night. Especially since I'm so short and not-at-all intimidating. I had no chances of defending myself in any kind of physical fight whatsoever.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief when my phone buzzed again, signaling a new message.

Him: same

Me: I'm regretting this already man

Me: I'm fucking scared

Him: awww poor baby lmao

Me: shut up

Him: make me

Me: how?

Him: that is none of my concern I don't have a problem with me speaking/texting

Me: dick

Him: yes

Me: you're ew

Him: pretty much

I was now at the park and sat down on a bench, pulling my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them. I sighed, and suddenly I felt as lonely as ever. I didn't know why, I wasn't usually a crying person, but then and there, nobody could see me, so I decided to just let it all out. I cried and cried, until I heard footsteps approaching.

I tensed up and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the person wouldn't see or would just ignore me, but of course, I had no such luck.

"Kellin?", someone asked. I recognized the thick British accent immediately. Oli.

Fuck.