In Reality || Kellic [boyxboy]✔

Chapter Ten

I didn't have to wait longer than about two seconds, until the door swung open to reveal an awfully happy looking Oli. "Hi", he said casually. "Hi", I replied. I took a few seconds, to take in Oli appearance. Yes, I had obviously seen him before, but never actually looked at him in a - if anything - more-than-friendly way. Despite everything else, needless to say, Oli was fucking hot. He had a cute face, sparkling eyes, a cute figure, his hair framed his face perfectly... And still, I didn't feel attracted to him - except for the ocassional "he's pretty hot and I'm a horny teenage boy" thoughts.

When I was done staring, I looked back up to him an gave him a questioning look. Realization and a small blush crossed his face when he stepped aside and opened the door so I could comfortably step inside. "Sorry... Do you wanna... come inside or something?", he asked shyly. I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile as I entered the house. It smelt nice, which was the first thing I noticed. A bit like peppermint. It looked cozy and the most important part - it was warm.

Oli bit his lip nervously as he asked, if I wanted to go up to his room. I told him that that was totally fine with me, so we went to his room. It was pretty simple. It had a bed, a desk, on which various papers were lying, not looking very organized and a nice carped right in front of his bed. It smelt nice in there, too. "What was up with that call earlier?", he finally asked. "Well, I...", I trailed off, once again thinking about what could possibly result out of possible answers to his question. If I told him the truth, he would probably be sad, angry, disappointed or all three. I was sure Oli could be an amazing guy - if the wanted to be. I really didn't want to lose him as some type of "friend" and a possible hook up for the future. Not only, did I think about myself though. I also didn't want to hurt him. He didn't deserve to be hurt. Yeah, he was an asshole for most of the time, but he had never done anything actually bad. If I told him, that I had been serious about all of this and that I wanted to go out with him, I'd probably make him happy. I'd have my source of comfort and affection that I craved so badly. I would probably have a boyfriend. What did I have to lose?

"I was being serious...", I mumbled, actually embarrassed and blushing slightly. I looked down at me hands, pretending to be interested I what my nails looked like. "Like... are you serious?", he asked. Oli seemed so unsure, so not-at-all confident, like I had gotten to known him. This was weird, and in all honesty, it was even freaking me out a little bit. Oliver Scott Sykes was being insecure. I looked up at him for a split second, before attaching my gaze back to my pale hands and nodding ever so slightly. There was kind of an awkward silence, in which I felt like I was being mind-read. I had a feeling, that Oli was looking at me. I couldn't help but wonder, what he was thinking right now.

After what seemed like forever, Oli started laughing. Yes, laughing. My head snapped up to him. I was shocked - why the hell was he laughing? "This is fucking insane", he muttered and shook his head in what seemed like disbelief. "But yes, I kind of really want to go out with you, Kellin." I smiled and once again, I didn't know how the fuck it happened, but the next thing I know, is that we were on his bed making out. Surprisingly, I was really enjoying it. Not particularly because it was with Oli, but because he was a damn good kisser and it simply had me feeling good.

Eventually, we both had to pull away to catch our breaths. We both dorkily smiled at each other. "What do you say, we make this a regular thing?", he breathed and I just nodded eagerly. When he said that, I thought he meant the fooling around. Little did I know, that he was going to refer to me as his boyfriend from that day on.

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As I left his house a couple of hours later, I was smiling like an idiot. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all, I thought, as Oli gave me one last kiss before I walked away through his front yard. I checked my phone and had plenty of texts from "Jack". I had to smile. I may or may not had been developing a tiny crush on him when we had first started talking. But I was convinced, that I actually had a crush on Vic.