Give Me Your Heart And Your Hand(Kellic)

a/n ello! a kellic yes.. the tittle is from The Painter by PTV.

this story will probably be short and maybe a little shorter than I'd like but I had two ideas for kellics and then i was like HO;Y CRAP ill just make one a sequeal so there you go. i already have the first chapter of the sequeal written (which will be mty first sequal) it's called (but not posted) Don't You Ever Forget About Me. The first chapter of that story will be the last chapter of this one sooo... there u go. i know where the story is going >.<

most of the story will be Vic's p.o.v. btw

~Scream until there's nothing left

Kellin's P.O.V.

I walked down the lone bridge toward the few houses across it. I noticed someone standing on the edge, looking down at the water. He closed is eyes and took a step.

"No!" I gasped and grabbed his hand, pulling him up. He looked at me in surprise and worry as I pulled him over the rail.

Once he was on he ground he looked at me in confusion. "Wh-why did you pull me back?" he questioned. He didn't seem mad that I'd saved him just generally baffled.

"No one deserves to die."

"Yeah, but. . ." he trailed off. He stared at the ground. After a few minutes of silence I noticed his sholders start to shake.

I put my hand on his sholder, "Are- what's wrong?" I questioned. He just wiped his eyes so I pulled him to me and let him cry on my shoulder. "Shh. . . it'll be okay." After about ten minutes he calmed down and pulled away. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

He started to shake his head no but stopped. "I. . . it's my brother. . . he. . he's gone. . ."

"What happened?" I asked in concern. Tears spilled down his cheeks again but he wasn't sobbing. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"N-no. . . I'll tell you. . ." he paused. "Mike and his boyfriend were both bullied a lot at school and my mom didn't accept of him being gay. His boyfriend, one of my best friends,  was beaten up and he didn't survive so Mike killed himself."

"I'm sorry," I aplogized even though it wouldn't help.

He laughed humorlessly. "You didn't beat up Jeremy, did you?" he paused. "Sorry, I'm just an @sshole."

"I get treated worse at school," I said. "What's your name?"

"Vic Fuentes. You?"

"Kellin Quinn. You go to Central, don't you?"

"Central High?" I nodded. "Yeah."

"You're in some of my classes."

"Really?" I nodded, enthusiastically. He looked at me for a minute, deep in though. "Bostwick," he mumbled.

"That's what everyone calls me," I grumbled unhappily. "I perfer Kellin." He nodded.

He nodded. "Sorry." He glanced around. "What time is it?"

I pulled out my phone. "9:30."

He cussed under his breath. "I've got to go."

"Wait!" he came back and I pulled out a pen, taking his hand. "If anything's wrong, call or text me?"

He glanced to the number on his hand then to me. "Okay, thanks," he said before running off down the bridge and into a house on the same street as mine.