In Reality || Kellic [boyxboy]✔

Chapter Twenty Eight

Important, annoying a/n at end I'm sorry k

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I didn't move. I could barely think straight, the alcohol and marijuana making my brain turn almost useless. This was messing with my feelings so much, because on one hand, it felt good to be kissed again, but on the other hand, this was not Vic. And Vic was all I wanted.

We both didn't move for a couple of seconds, before Darryl was yanked off of the bench forcefully. I looked around frantically, trying to comprehend what the hell was even happening. Darryl was now on the ground once again, while Vic yelled at him. Darryl looked utterly scared and confused - understandably, though. Vic did look kind of scary.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?", he yelled. Darryl just stared at him, dumbfounded. Suddenly, something seemed to click in his mind though - I had never seen anyone sober up that fast ever before. And it was the same for me. The alcohol suddenly wasn't so important anymore, still affecting the way I saw things, but it wasn't as bad as it had been just seconds ago.

Darryl scrambled up from the floor quickly and took a big step toward Vic, surprising him. "I don't know who you think you are", he hissed, "but I will give you a piece of my mind. Kellin is gorgeous, smart, funny, patient, understanding, loving and caring, so basically everything anyone could ever wish for. However, you are a stupid fuck and too caught up in your own shit to see that you mean a lot to him. You hurt him by ending for guys' relationship, then go around fucking some weird bitch, telling everyone about it, while you know exactly how much that would hurt him and then you expect him to stay loyal to a stupid asshole like you, who he is not even dating?! You are one lucky motherfucker, but if you keep this shit up, you'll lose him faster than you can say 'dick'. Think about that."

Vic didn't say anything. He just stared at Darryl, while I was sitting on the bench, crying my eyes out. "Now leave.", I heard Darryl growl. Vic apparently hesitated for a second, before I heard footsteps walking away. "You okay buddy?", Darryl asked as he rubbed my back softly. I sniffed and nodded, looking up at him. "You're amazing.", I told him, "Thank you so much for... That."

He shrugged and smiled at me, "Anything for a friend." I sighed and briefly wondered, if I should drink some more to get that great numb feeling again or just go home and hope the hangover wouldn't be too bad. At some point, the stupid, heartbroken part of me convinced the rational part of me, that it would be a good idea to stay here with Darryl for a bit longer. I grabbed the second vodka bottle and opened it. Darryl gave me a slightly disapproving look, but didn't say anything.

After a few swings of the transparent liquid, the warm, funny feeling was back.
I really didn't know why I liked drinking so much. I knew it was a bad thing. However, getting shitfaced to the point where 'knock-knock' jokes were genuinely funny was probably one of the best experiences ever - it was just the hangover and the potential liver failure that killed the mood.

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Okay so we ended up falling asleep in the park.

This time, Darryl was the one to wake me up. "Dude! Dude, wake up. We've got to get home. It's like 2pm and we're still at the-", I cut him off with an annoyed groan, "Oh my god, will you shut the fuck up?" My head hurt horribly, just like every movement. I got up anyway, collecting the empty bottles and Darryl's hoodie from the ground. We walked back home through the park in silence. I didn't even want to know how I looked.

When we got home, unfortunately, my parents were there too. "Oh fuck.", I said under my breath, Darryl giving me a questioning look. I ignored it, though and opened the front door as quietly as I could. "Kellin Quinn Bostwick!", my father bellowed, causing me to roll my eyes, "Where were you?!"

"You don't care and I know that. So just stop pretending to do, will you? It's easier for all of us." With that, I slowly climbed up the stairs to my room, Darryl following. Just like I had expected, my dad didn't say anything else.

I thought things would stay like that.
I thought I could do whatever I wanted to, without anyone stopping me.
I thought "Hey, I'm already the disappointment of this family. Why even try to make them happy? They wouldn't acknowledge it anyway, nor would anything change - so there's no point. You are free to do anything and everything."

Well... I was pretty wrong. Nothing was good.

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A/N; I'm really sorry that this is so short and pretty much a filler

I'm thinking about ending this book in a few chapters and then start a sequel OR I'll just try to fit some more into this and then wait with the sequel bc I still need to figure out my perrentes + I want to start a Jalex

SO WHAT DO YALL THINK?

But before you decide

Shorten this & start sequel

Cons: - the ending of this will probably be a bit sad
- I will be sad Bc I love this book lmao

Pros: - the sequel will be more interesting
- you wouldn't have to wait for the sequel very long

Drag this out a bit and then maybe do a sequel

Cons: - this might get slightly boring as I might lose "inspiration"
- this will be a long ass book and idk if that's a good thing or a bad thing
- you'll have to wait for the sequel

Pros: - I would start a Jalex and finish my perrentes
- this would have a happy end 

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