The Only Good Thing Left in Me [Kellic]

Chapter Eighteen

A/N: Hey everyone! First of all, I can't say thank you enough for getting this book to over 1.4k reads! It's outstanding to me that people have even given something I've written a glance. It's just incredible and I'm really thankful. Second (don't hate me,) this chapter is going to be fluffy but shiz is going down soon. You have been warned ^-^

I started the day to Vic's raspy morning groan. Most would probably think it sounds kind of gross, but I found it extremely sexy.

"Good morning, Love." He finally greeted after blinking awake. I had to hold back the urge to squeal because of this name he's beginning the call me; Love, I like the way it rolls off his tongue.

"Morning baby." I reply, rolling over to see his sleepy eyes barely staring back at me.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned. He kind of has a right to question, I wouldn't remember if he crawled through my window at 6 o'clock in the morning on a Sunday.

"I, uh, came here super early to sleep with you." I answered with the most innocent way. Vic however, started chuckling out of control. Damn him and his sexual connotations, because that is the second time I have done this.

"You're so dirty Viktur." I said in a derpy tone.

"Don't say my name like thattt." He whined.

"Nope you deserve it. Viktur and his dirty mind! Viktur and his dirty mind!" I began chanting, sitting up and smashing him over the head with the memory foam pillow.

"Stop it Kellybear you'll wake up the fam!" He whisper shouted, snatching the pillow from my grip.

"First of all, did you just call me Kellybear? And second, really Vic? The fam?" I laughed at my own question. He needs to stay off of Twitter.

"Yes I did call you Kellybear because it's cute and you're my Kellybear." He answered, sitting up behind me with hands wrapped around my waist and nestling his nose in my neck.

"So what do you want to do today?" I asked.

"Hm... I don't know. But I do know what you owe me from your hissy fit yesterday." He said in a lower, modulated tone before trying to kiss me..

I put my palm to his lips, "No kissing until teeth are brushed."

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After the routine of hygienics, Vic and I ended up on the couch downstairs watching Paw Patrol and eating oatmeal.

"I'm ashamed to say that I am infatuated with a TV show made for 6 year olds." He announced, giggling as the flying dog Skye rescued a lost bat. "Yay she found it!" He squealed. I couldn't help but laugh at my 18-year-old boyfriend who is really 6 at heart.

Somewhere along the way, I sat by bowl down on the table in front of us and turned around to straddle Vic, who was still trying to see the TV.

"Waittttt I want to see the bat find his family Kels!" He whined.

I bit my lip to induce him into paying attention to me instead of whatever the television screen was showing.

I placed my hands on his face rubbling small circles on his progressively heating cheeks, while having our foreheads in contact with each other. Shortly I pulled away, staring into his affectionate eyes that only sent me the signal to continue. Eyes closed and breath shallow, I slowly but surely brought our lips together... surely it was a small connection, but just the feeling of his lips on mine resembled the feeling of opening a Christmas present as a child: nervousness; fear of it not being what you expected; and inexplicable happiness when it was. We stayed this way for some time, releasing for small breaths and glances before reconnecting. I swear, I could stay like this forever and never complain about another thing. Maybe it was the way his lips weren't actually smooth like I'd expect, and it was sometimes needed to re-adjust the angle we were kissing-- or the way he nipped at my bottom lip when I pulled away but he wasn't ready to. Maybe even the mere fact I was the only one that got to experience this emotional connection with him is what gave me the high.

Either way, it wasn't just some ordinary kiss.

Reality sets back in when we pulled away for the last time and realized that Mike was standing in the door frame of the living room, camera open and red light flashing.

'Don't let me stop you!" He whisper shouted, waving his hand in a motion that said go on.

"Michael Christopher Fuentes give me that damn camera!" Vic said, tossing me off his lap and racing over to his brother. It was my turn to have a camera, I took out my phone and quickly opened Instagram, not wanting to miss a single moment of the cuteness in front of me. Surely the 15 second video consisted of Vic yelling and Mike screaming because of Vic's assault; tackling and tickling, and finally, Vic freeing the camera from Mike's evil hands.

"I got it!" He announced in triumph, sighing when he caught glimpse of me with my own camera recording. "Not you too."

Both of them retired to the couch to recuperate from the attempted murder, Mike going on about how that's going on YouTube or something. "Why YouTube?" I asked, "just upload it to a porn website and see how many views we get." I joked while Vic groaned and pinched the skin between his eyes. Mike and I high-fived as the Fuentes parents came out of their room to complain about the noise pollution.

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"Well today was fun." Vic announced as he closed the door behind us in my room. Vic, Mike, Alysha, Tony, Matty and I had been out literally all day on a shopping spree, which mostly consisted of us going into stores, trying stuff on, taking silly pictures and leaving. I only ended up with a few things in a Hot Topic bag after 8 hours of the mall.

"Yeah it definitely was. I'll never be able to get that look of the security guard's face when Matty was humping a mannequin in Tillys out of my head." We both laughed as he laid in my bed and I went over to my dresser to get my pajamas.

"Hey Kells, why'd you buy this?" He asked, holding up a little keychain of a miniature basketball and camera.

I tentatively bit my lip as I replied "I bought it for Kailey. Or I guess to remind me of her." I sighed, walking over my bed and plopped down beside Vic who promptly started playing with the ends of my hair.

"We used to always play basketball as kids and she wanted to be a photographer." I stated, trying to hold back the urge of letting the tears fall. "I'll never forget her smiles when she made a hoop."

"Hey now, it's okay, you'll see her again. We only have a few more years to go okay? She'll stay strong for you, she knows you haven't forgotten about her I'm sure of it." He tried to reassure me.

"I just miss her so much." I said, rolling around to face him.

"I know you do baby...well I really hate to say, but I have to get going. I'd rather spend the night here, but school and work tomorrow." He said, getting up and kissing my forehead.

"Okay, goodnight ba-"

I was cut off by the sounds of rustling branches and footsteps.

"Did you hear that?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered. We both turned wide eyed to my window. Vic took a glance at me and we both got up and hesitantly walked over to it.

As we looked out into the very dim-lighted street, we caught glimpse of someone fleeing the scene.

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