Happy Endings

39. french toast

"This must be the hour right before the daybreak. Leave behind the coldest blue ache. I had my first good dream now that you're here with me."

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Light seeped into the room as the sun rose beyond the windows. Kellin Quinn opened his eyes slowly, barely, his brain having difficulty adjusting to reality. Lying on his side, everything felt hazy and confusing. He didn't know where he was, but he also knew deep down that it didn't matter much at all.

He was facing the wall beside the pair of windows that was letting the faint light in. Unfamiliar colors, unfamiliar feelings. But a strange sense of comfort still invaded him. Despite feeling so extremely tired. His eyes were closing on their own. He was so... drowsy.

Just sleep. It's fine.

And then Kellin smiled a small smile. It was warm. The good kind. A pair of strong arms were wrapped tightly around him. He could feel his soft breaths on his back.

This is fine.

Kellin didn't feel like escaping for once. He didn't tense. He wasn't freaking out. He was calm. The calmest he'd felt in years.

Everything felt light. Like light.

He fell deeper into oblivion.

He was profoundly asleep mere seconds later.

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Kellin Quinn opened his eyes and didn't know where he was. At least for only a few seconds.

Waking up in a bed foreign to his own wasn't what he planned for this day, but there he was, sprawled out half naked on the heap of covers and pillows of Victor Fuentes' bed, in Victor Fuentes' room, in Victor Fuentes' apartment.

Slowly, every moment of the previous night glued back together in his mind and Kellin's heart skipped a beat. He covered his face with his hands and before he knew it, he was smiling like a complete idiot against his palms. He couldn't believe any of this. He and Vic... he really... they...

He could feel himself blushing to his neck which would've been pretty embarrassing if he wasn't all alone in the room. Which. Made him feel just the littlest bit disappointed. He wondered where Vic went. He didn't want to admit he would've liked to wake up beside him, but maybe he could. Just a little bit.

Kellin sighed as he stretched his arms and stared at the ceiling. His feet were cold. The storm had freshened up the weather and it felt nice. Vic had a lot of pillows so he hugged one to his chest, feeling a million different things at once.

He didn't want to think about it yet so he turned his head to his right. Vic's room was dimly lit since the blinds were shut, but Kellin could see small rays of sunshine wanting to break in. He wondered if it was morning still. Probably. It would've been so easy to fall asleep again, but he knew he should at least sit up. So he did.

He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw his clothes neatly folded on top of a chair. Did Vic actually do the laundry while he slept? Kellin felt his chest warm up at the thought despite wanting to roll his eyes at the action. His clothes had been soaked and probably caught that funny smell after staying on the floor the entire night and Vic just... washed them for him.

Kellin shook his head. He was being stupid, it wasn't that big of a deal. So he got up before he could be tempted to sleep again. He knew it was Sunday and he didn't have any responsibilities for what felt like the first time in a long time, but he wasn't going to spend the entire day sleeping. Especially if he was all alone in a bedroom that wasn't his.