Favourite Explosion (Sequel to PAPOM)

Counter Cleansing

My arms stretched to the side as consciousness came back to me. I smiled to myself knowing Kellin would be right there when I opened my eyes. You can imagine my surprise when I felt a bare pillow beside me.

I jumped up from our bed, my senses on high alert for noises of an intruder. I heard nothing. That worried me even more, so I creeped into the hallway. My steps were slow and my breathing slower. Still nothing. I peaked into the spare room and saw nothing out of place. I continued slow, minuscule steps as I approached the closet. I quietly pull it open and peer inside. Still nothing.

My uncertainty was growing every second that I found nothing. My heart rate was steady, and determination flooded my mind, camouflaging my nerves. I refused to let people hurt my Kellin. I stepped closer to the kitchen and prepared myself to look around the corner. A loud crash forced me into action.

"Shit," I heard Kellin's smooth voice mutter from the other side. I stopped myself from pouncing and chuckled under my breath. I held my place as I heard him shuffling around some pots and pans. He was making fucking breakfast, that adorable little shit. I smiled and moved around the corner. I was lucky enough to have his back to me. I carefully moved around the counter, watching him crack eggs onto a frying pan.

I loved watching him, as creepy as that sounds. I didn't want to stop his movements, but my craving to touch him became too much. I snuck up on him and grabbed his hips, pulling him towards me and lifting him at the same time. He shrieked as I moved him onto the counter and tried to elbow me, but my reflex training worked to my benefit.

"Morning, babe," I said.

"Vic, you ass! I already regret moving in," he chuckled. I scoffed and shut him up with my lips. He hummed as I pulled away and smiled, keeping his eyes closed.

"I could get used to this," I accidentally said out loud. Kellin chuckled and reattached his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss before pulling away. I couldn't let our food burn. I kept a hand on his thigh as I whisked the eggs around the pan.

"Hey! I'm supposed to be cooking breakfast for you," Kell whined.

"You can cook it tomorrow," I noted. "But anyways, it's Thursday, why are you up? You don't have school until one o'clock."

"I know, but I had a small nightmare, so I woke up. Don't worry about it though, I'm fine. It was just a dream."

I looked at him in concern anyway and my mind immediately wondered what could have happened. Maybe it was a realistic nightmare, like a burglar or serial killer. Maybe it was something supernatural like a vampire or a ghost. Maybe it was something psychologically correlated like a spider coated body since I know he hates those little buggers.

"What was it about?"

"Just the annoying guys, don't worry about it. Seriously, Vic, I'm fine."

"The bullies?"

"I wouldn't call them that."

"I would. Honestly, Kell, you need to tell someone high up about them. You've tried to talk some sense and they aren't having any of it."

"I know. I was thinking about that. I, um, how do I say this? I need a favour."

"Anything," I told him. Nothing was too big in my mind. I would take a bullet for him. I have taken a bullet for him.

"Can you, um, maybe like come to my school and scare them off?" he asked quietly. I chuckled at his naivety, but immediately shut up when I saw how uncomfortable he was.

"Sweetheart, I can't do anything unless the campus security report something or if someone calls with something major. Plus, I'm a detective I don't really deal with those type of cases, so I could get in trouble if someone reported it." I shot him a look of regret and felt my protective side in full swing. "On campus at least," I added. "But, I can go off duty as your boyfriend, and not as an officer."