Chemistry ж Kellic (BoyxBoy)

Bike

"Shit," Vic cursed, immediately jumping up and off of the bed. He bent down to reach for his boxers and hastily threw them on.

"Why didn't you tell me they'd be back soon?" I inquired, also rushing to get up and pulling my boxers back on from my knees.

"I didn't know," he confusedly stated, desperately looking around for his jeans. "Tay said she was going to take Mom out for dinner, but I didn't think they'd be back this early-"

He was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Shit, get your clothes on, hurry up," he swore, hustling to throw on a random shirt he had grabbed from his dresser. "Where the fuck are my pants?" he cursed, vigorously searching the room.

Luckily, my shirt was still attached to my body. I had already finished pulling up my jeans and began quickly fastening the buttons on both my flannel top and the pants.

Vic continued his mad search until finally yanking the blanket from the bed and finding his jeans nestled in the corner of the sheets. He sighed in relief, rushing to grab them.

Suddenly, I heard Tay's voice from the doorway. The doorknob turned and before I could say anything she was already opening the door. "Vic, I brought some food home for y-" she paused at the sight of her step-brother struggling to get into his pants.

He froze when he met her eyes, both of them seemingly in shock.

"Um..." she made a poker face and took a step back. "I should probably go," she said, holding out the "o", pointing into the hallway, and stepping back further.

"Yeah, you, uh... You do that," Vic replied, awkwardly trying to cover up his boxers.

"Mhm," she hummed, looking over to me. I was fully dressed, but I still felt exposed under her stare.

The feeling slipped away a bit, however, when she mouthed the words, "My room," before finally walking out and shutting the door behind her.

-

"Why are you still here?" Tay asked in a rushed manner once we were both sitting on the familiar plush beanbags in her room. Not to mention that she was being a bit overdramatic.

Before coming in here, I had said goodbye to Vic. Then he gave me his phone number and kissed me sweetly one last time. Not surprisingly, it gave me butterflies again. My emotional mentality was fucked, quite literally, thanks to him.

He was probably downstairs eating the food Tay had brought for him by now, relishing in the fact that he was somehow able to make me look like a total wimp and an overly submissive slut while simultaneously making me mysteriously enjoy it.

All of a sudden, Tay got up and started pacing around the room, looking at the floor and making numerous hand motions. "I had it planned out perfectly," she said, more to herself than me. "Stay for an extremely elongated time-frame at the diner with Mom, drive past the house to see if you were still here, then go to the park if you did turn out to still be here," she listed, counting the tasks off with her fingers.

I looked up at her, confused. "What?" I asked, not really able to pinpoint exactly what I was confused about.

She stopped pacing and walked in my direction, stopping when she was standing in front of me. "Don't act like I didn't hear everything when I walked in on you two yesterday. I knew you were coming over to see him, and knowing Vic, there was probably only one reason he wanted you here, and... ugh," she looked at the floor, shaking her head. "Never mind, I don't want that image in my head," she voiced, a disgruntled expression on her face.