Never Meant (Kellic) // boyxboy

13: More Baggage Than LAX

My phone vibrates against my thigh once again, and I sigh, pulling away from Vic's lips.

"Ignore it." he murmurs, kissing my forehead as I look down.

I sigh deeply again and roll away from him, resting my head back on his pillow.

"It's like the third time he's called." I whisper, a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.

Vic stays silent and watches me as I pull the phone from my pocket. I frown down at my father's contact on the screen.

Not a single call or text for the three days I've been away from home, but three calls in the last twenty minutes? I have to answer.

I let out a shaky breath as I press answer and put the phone to my ear, anticipating his an angry spew of chaos. Instead, I'm met with his relief.

"Kellin," he sighs.

"Hey Dad," I murmur shakily.

For a brief moment, I wonder if he was worried about me. But he clears that up immediately.

"I need you home now. The social worker is going to be here in an hour." he says sternly.

"Oh shit, that's today?" I curse, sitting up alarmed. "I'll be over soon."

"Thanks kid," he breathes before he hangs up.

Vic sits up slowly, a deep frown across his face.

"I need to go." I tell him, looking away from his gaze. I know he's going to be disappointed.

"You don't have to." he whispers, gently taking my hand.

I swallow dryly and look back at his worried face.

"Social services are doing a welfare check. I need to be there." I explain.

He nods and forces a smile, squeezing my fingers before he drops my hand.

I watch as he stands from the bed and stretches. We've been cuddling for hours, its unsurprising he's tense. I already feel the warmth of his presence leaving me, despite being wrapped in his jacket.

I know it's only been three days, but I feel like when I get home, I'm going to have to relearn how to live without him. You'd think you would get tired of someone after being around them for seventy-two hours straight, but not me, and not with him. I'm going to miss the spritely dinners with his family, the sheepish bedtime cuddles before we fall asleep in each other's arms, and the sweet morning kisses followed by repetitive "one more minute"s before we have to tear ourselves away from each other and get out of bed.

No part of me wants to go home, but I have to.

"What?" Vic smiles coyly, catching me staring.

"Nothing, its stupid." I blush looking down at my hands. My knuckles are scabbing from my endless picking.

Vic takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. He holds my fingers to his chest and tilts his head to the side.

"Nothing you have to say is stupid. Tell me." he murmurs.

A grin pushes it way to my cheeks at the simple validation.

"I'm just going to miss you." I admit.

He grins too and pressing his forehead against mine.

"I'm going to miss you too." he whispers before his lips meet my own. I sigh into the kiss and relax into his arms as they wrap around me. I'm really going to miss kissing him.

We're both startled out of our moment by the door clicking open.

"Oh-Oh my! I didn't mean to interrupt. I should have knocked." Vic's mom says as Vic and I untangle ourselves from each other.