Chemistry ж Kellic (BoyxBoy)

Runaways

A/N I think I'm better at writing smut than I am at actual writing tbh
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I needed to see Vic. I had to make sure he was okay. But after Tay had left, there was no way in Hell that I'd go to her house and face her again. I knew that Vic had left because of his mother, so I could only imagine what was happening.

Hopefully, after the fight, Tay had come to her senses and maybe suddenly gave a shit about what her mom may have done to Vic upon his home arrival. I wasn't too sure, though. All I knew was that I cared about him a lot, and I essentially ended up pulling an unintentional all-nighter because I couldn't stop thinking his safety. Would Tay defend him? Would he have to fend for himself again? I didn't know, and that was what worried me the most.

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A week.

It had been almost an entire week since the fight and, strangely, I didn't feel as bad about it as I had thought I would.

Tay never returned my bike, so I decided that if she could hold a long grudge over a fight that I had evidently won, then I could too. Still under school suspension with no transportation method, I almost never left my apartment, getting all of my necessities via online shopping. I was supposed to go back to school the next morning, actually, but I didn't feel like walking that far in the June heat. So I probably wouldn't.

Throughout the whole week, I had avoided visiting Vic. I really wanted to know if he was okay, but he never texted or called, so I assumed that he just didn't want to talk to me. I couldn't blame him, after making him feel like shit for doing something he had no control over. Plus, I didn't want to run into Tay, and considering the circumstances of their living conditions, it would be inevitable.

Now, this morning, I woke up to my phone buzzing. The whole room was silent. All I heard were two succinct, faint vibrations echoing off of polished wood.

I was really tired, but I also hadn't forgotten about my phone's recent lack of incoming messages. Hesitantly, I reached over to the desk, the ruffling of the blankets colliding with the near-silence of the room. I tiredly unlocked the screen and yawned. My mind wasn't fully awake yet, so I didn't necessarily know why my body was anxious to open the text.

When I saw the name, I quietly gasped. I didn't know if it was of relief or embarrassment, since the name I had saved his number as was far from flattering.

Viccypoo 👅💦: I'm coming over. Got a suitcase and my car. We're running away. Start packing.

Vic's P.O.V.

This was it. I drove down route seven, approaching the turn to Kellin's street. This decision wasn't a difficult one. It seemed that the only person who truly cared about me was Kellin, so I went with my gut. Sure, I had "friends" at school, but they were mere specks of dust in my life. Kellin was something else. I just really hoped he wasn't mad at me for abandoning him. I couldn't really help it, seeing as my mom had locked me in my room with no communication devices for the rest of my school suspension.

Boy, was she in for a surprise.

I turned the corner onto his lane and began to think about the reasoning for this. I might have been driven by lust, considering that all we've ever done together is fuck a few times. This might have been a mistake, but there was no turning back now. The jump out of my room window and onto the cold, wet grass with a suitcase had been the first step to freedom. This was the second.

My phone vibrated beside me but I ignored it. Don't text and drive.

Kellin's P.O.V.

Me: What? You couldn't have told me earlier?

I waited five minutes. No reply.

Me: Don't expect me to be ready when you get here.