In Reality || Kellic [boyxboy]✔

Chapter Fourteen

"Kellin, I'm sorry, I really am, I don't know what I was thinking, you mean so much to me, please forgive me, I need you.", Oli's voice rang through the phone. He sounded desperate. I bit my lip and sighed. Could I forgive him? Did I even want to forgive him? Did he deserve forgiveness? Maybe he had just made a mistake... Everyone makes mistakes, after all. "It's okay...", I mumbled half heartedly.

Vic gave me a very disapproving look. I sighed, said my goodbye to Oli and hung up. "You shouldn't have forgiven him, Kells.", he sighed. "I know... It's whatever...", I mumbled. He scoffed, "It's not 'whatever'! And I swear to god, if he does something like that one more fucking time, shit will go down." I just sighed once again and let myself fall back onto my bed. "I need a distraction", I randomly stated after a while.

"I have a... A friend who's actually throwing a party tonight... I mean, nobody even cares who you are, if you show up, you show up. We could go there.", Vic suggested and I found the idea to be oddly appealing. "Sure, when is it?", I asked him. "I don't really know, like ten, I guess?" I nodded.

After agreeing on Vic borrowing some of my clothes, so that he didn't have to go home and change, I said: "Hey, I could call Justin and ask if he wants to come too, he has a car and a license, he could drive and he never says no to free food and easy possible hook-ups." Vic found that to be a good idea too, so I texted Justin, who was - like expected - happy to go to a party. H e said he'd pick us up an hour from then.

We got ready, me wearing a black button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up and black skinny jeans, while Kellin wore one of my red and black flannel shirts and his black jeans and simple black shirt. We looked pretty damn good. The one hour had almost passed, so we went downstairs. "Mom, I'm going out", I called as we walked through the living room. "Okay, have fun", she said, like she wasn't even paying attention. I rolled my eyes.

Just as we had finished putting on our shoes and grabbed our jackets, we heard a car honk from outside the house. "Justin is really cool, don't worry.", I said reassuringly to Vic, who looked slightly nervous. He nodded. I got into the passenger seat, while Vic had to sit in the back. "Hey I'm Justin", Justin said politely, but sounding very cheery. "Vic", Vic smiled.

We drove off, as Vic gave the directions with Justin and me making small talk here and there, but not really having any topics to get into deep conversations over. We parked on the street where Tony's house was located, because it came to no surprise, that there was no spot right up front. As we walked over, we could already hear the loud music coming from the house. I smiled. I loved parties.

When we stepped inside, we were immediately greeted by Tony himself, who gave Vic a hug and Justin and me a friendly pat on the back, after we had introduced ourselves. Justin started flirting with random chicks without hesitating, while me and Vic went to find the booze. I wanted to get wasted.

After a couple of minutes, we had found the kitchen, on its counter a lot of most likely alcoholic drinks. I recognized several bottles of vodka, Jack Daniel's, Daiquiri, Tequila and more stuff we could definitely make use of. Vic got us cups and opened the fridge, getting out some orange juice and a beer. I gladly took the orange juice, mixing it with vodka and some schnapps. I didn't hesitate before bringing the cups to my lips and feeling the familiar burning sensation running down my throat.

Usually, I would've just downed all of it, but I found myself somehow wanting to impress Vic by being mature, so I kept some of it in the cup. Vic (maturely) opened the bottle of his beer and took a swing.

Suddenly, the music was turned up, to the point where normal conversations were downright impossible and you could feel more of it than you could actually hear.