Chemistry ж Kellic (BoyxBoy)

You Knew!

Tay had come to pick me up from the building, since I was left there with no ride after Vic abandoned me. I was glad to hear that she had brought Jenna home safely, but I was still slightly annoyed at the fact that she hadn't done it earlier and ultimately chose Jenna over me. I wasn't going to dwell on it right now, though. I had issues that were much worse at the moment.

"I'm so sorry he did that, Kell," she said, sitting beside me on the couch in my own apartment.

I stared blankly at the television in front of me as I spoke, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "I feel so used now. Like he just took advantage of me for a good fuck and a natural anti-depressant and then left."

"Aw, come on, give him a break. He needed the cheering up. Besides, your director guy was the one who suggested it, not Vic. And it was Mom calling, wouldn't you put your mom first in a situation like that?" she asked, patting my back to comfort me. All she did was make me more uncomfortable, though.

I gave her a look of astonishment. She stared back, evidently trying to figure out what the problem was. I couldn't believe this. "You know my mother hates me," I whisper-mumbled, absentmindedly facing the TV again. There they were. The tears: they finally found their way out of my eye sockets.

She showed an expression of instant regret. "Oh, no. Kellin, I didn't mean to... I forgot about tha-"

My emotions were in a frenzy. "Just shut up. And why are you defending him? He's the one who caused the fucking crying," I quietly sobbed.

She looked apologetic as she continued to stroke my back. "You know what? You're right. Vic is a douche and I shouldn't defend him. Actually, we should just completely ignore him from now on, how's that?"

Her tone of voice was strangely serious. As if she actually wasn't joking about shutting him out. Sure, we could give him the silent treatment for a while, but to shun him? That was a bit drastic. I picked up my head to meet her eyes, my sobbing coming to a halt for a moment. "What do you mean?" I asked confusedly.

She smiled deviously. "I mean... Let's just pretend he doesn't exist. Just like the old days, you know? Then we can go back to how things used to be." Her smile dropped a bit at the last sentence.

I furrowed my eyebrows, my face beginning to stiffen from the semi-dried tears. "You're willing to just shut him out? Your own brother?"

She laughed as if this weren't a big deal. "Well, yeah. I've been doing it for years," she replied. Her face dropped once again, though, when she said it.

I was sort of scared. I had never seen her look this sad before. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine," she repeated, staring blankly ahead, as if she needed to prove it to herself. "I'm fine."

"Tay, what's wrong?" I sternly voiced, more as a statement than a question.

She looked like she was having an inner struggle with herself. Her face contorted a few times, her nose scrunching up like it was physically hurting her to think. "I have to tell you something," she admitted, still completely avoiding my face, instead fixing a dead gaze on the TV in front of her.

Okay, now I knew something was up. One look at her expression and I knew this couldn't be good. "What is it?" I asked hesitantly.

She took a deep breath, not even showing an ounce of emotion. "I'm just going to come out and say it," she stated. I could see faint pools of wetness at the waterlines of her eyes, though her face showed nothing. She had gone from comforting to being the one who needed comfort just like that.