In Reality || Kellic [boyxboy]✔

Chapter Seven

I woke up with my neck hurting like a bitch and I was immediately pissed off. I stretched my neck a bit and started looking around for Vic, when I realized that he was sleeping with his head in my lap. I had to refrain from awe-ing at the sight. His hair was messy, his bangs were falling into his face and over his mouth, which was slightly agape.

As if he had sensed me staring at him, he started moving, slowly waking up. He mumbled something incoherent and I chuckled quietly. Damn, he was fucking adorable. When he opened his eyes and saw in what position he was in, he quickly shuffled away blushing. "Morning", I said with a yawn. Just as he opened his mouth to reply, there was a loud crash from upstairs, followed by yelling.

Vic looked utterly terrified, wile I just groaned in annoyance. Could they at least stop arguing when there was a hot guy in our house? He was seemingly confused at me being all-too casual about this. "They do that a lot.", i said in a bored-sounding monotone. "Who does what a lot?", he asked. "My parents. They're arguing. But don't worry-", I was cut off by yet another loud crash. God damn my parents. "Should I leave?", Vic asked with wide eyes. I quickly shook my head no. "They'll stop in a few minutes, trust me." He nodded slowly, seeming very unsure of this whole situation. His parents probably never argued.

Truth be told, I was so fucking jealous of all these picture perfect all-american families. It was so unfair. I mean, sure, there are always people who have it a lot worse than you do, but unlike people always say, that doesn't make your situation better in the slightest. The only thing it ever did, was make me feel sorry for those who actually had it even worse at home.

Me and Vic waited silently for my parents to be done screaming at each other pointlessly, and sure enough, after a few minutes it went silent - meaning either they had made up (verbally) or one of them had left for work. I sighed and Vic was obviously relieved.

"Do you wanna eat something?", I asked and he nodded. "Are pancakes okay?" He nodded again, almost furiously, causing me to laugh. I couldn't cook for shit and usually let the maids do it when my parents weren't home, but I didn't want to come off all snobby, rich people cliché much, so I decided, I'd try to make pancakes for us. How bad could it get, it's just pancakes, right?

"If something catches fire, just call the fire department. I can't cook.", I said seriously, making him laugh this time. "I'll help you. It will be fine. Making pancakes is like the easiest thing ever." I snorted, "When I move out of here, I will probably live of PopTarts, PizzaRolls and McDonald's." He laughed again. I rarely saw him laugh at school, or in public in general.

I really liked his laugh, it was almost melodic, unlike mine which sounded like a cat with breathing issues getting stepped on. (A/N; ME) It made me happy, that I could make him happy - and he was laughing a lot, meaning I was happy a lot too. I still couldn't believe that he went from hating me (for no reason) to acting like my best friend from one second to the next. I really wondered why he had changed his mind - I didn't quite believe what he had told me on the football field the night before.

Before I knew it, the pancakes were done, smelling delicious, without me burning anything. It hadn't been as bad as I had originally thought. Vic was surprisingly good at his. Every minute we talked or even just spent time together, I learned more and more about him. He played guitar, had a brother and lived a town away from here with both of his parents.

When we had finished eating, he took out his phone, scrolling through something. a small smile crept onto his lips and I nudged his side softly, smirking. "What're you smiling at?", I asked. "Just mine and a friend's texts...", he mumbled, blushing slightly. "Aw, does Viccy have a little crushie?", I cooed jokingly. "Shut up!", he laughed, "He's amazing okay? Unlike you."

He? He? "He?!" had he just said that he had a crush on a guy, or was I beginning to imagine things? "Yeah. Got a problem with that?" I looked at him wide-eyed. "No, no no, not at all", I said defensively. Vic looked quite relieved and smiled at me. I had been pretty close to telling him, that I was attracted to guys too, but made myself shut up just in time. As much as I wanted to tell him, I couldn't have him know it, since he could tell anyone at school, too.

I looked at his phone again, when something clicked in my mind. I hadn't talked to "Jack" in days! I quickly took my phone out, texting him.

Me: hey man, sorry for not talking I've been a bit busy hope you're doing fine

Just as I sent that, Vic's phone made a dinging noise, signalizing him receiving a message. Uh...?

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A/N; Im evil lmao

idk when I want them to find out that they've known each other the whole time tbh (i don think that this counts as a spoiler, we all should've figured who kellin has been texting by now right?) HELP?!11! next chapter? or should I wait?

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